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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 · 4 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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uboat53 · 3 months ago

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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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originalleftist · 2 months 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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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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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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From Here To Eternity

Chapter Thirteen: Gonna Have to Face it...

Pairing: Eddie Munson x f!reader

Warning(s): uncomfortable conversation with Steve, unresolved angst with Steve, the first appearance of Nancy, the aftermath of your confrontation with Jason, sweet & caring Eddie, skipping class...

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: After your potential revelation in Steve’s car, you realize that the only way to move forward is to talk about it, but Steve isn't quite ready to do that. With the awkwardness of the status of your friendship with Steve on your mind, you hear something strange in the hallway, and you realize it might just be time to confide in someone...

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“Steve-“ you started delicately, frighteningly uncertain of what kind of consequences this conversation was about to have on your friendship, but you knew deep down inside that both of you had already passed the point of no return somewhere back at the house- “talk to me… please… please just tell me what’s going on with you....” You did your best to wait patiently in order to give Steve some time to formulate a response but watching a flood of emotions crossing over his face in the rearview mirror; frustration… hurt... sadness… dejection… it pulled painfully at your heartstrings and also had an uneasy feeling churning in the pit of your stomach. You loved Steve. He was one of your very best friends. He was incredibly important to you… but, despite the near constant flirtation up until now, you weren’t in love with him… you were in love with Eddie… but how were you supposed to tell Steve that without (bad outcome number one) hurting him or worse (bad outcome number two- the one to be avoided at all costs) losing him as a friend? “Please, Steve... talk to me…”

“I just-” Steve began but huffed out a frustrated puff of air instead of continuing his train of thought out loud and instead raised his hands in defeat- “it’s… I can’t just… god it’s just so… stupid… this-“ he gestured at nothing in particular, as if to say he was referring to the tension between you, Hawkins itself, or perhaps both- “this is stupid… shit, I’m stupid… Just… seriously, just forget it. I’m sorry let’s… let’s just forget this morning ever happened.” He echoed his sentiment from earlier, but you were just as unwilling to take that path now as you had been back at the house.

“I don’t want to do that, Steve-“ you reached out and gently laid your hand on his shoulder, hoping to offer him some form of comfort but instead of accepting it, he shrugged your hand off of him- “Steve… I… I’m sorry, but we can’t just pretend that fight didn’t happen… that there hasn’t been something… off between us since I asked you to talk to Dustin about Eddie… and… and I don’t want to.”

“You don’t want to?” he asked, turning around in his seat to give you a pained expression. “You want to just stay angry with each other then?”

“Come on, Steve, that’s not what I said-“ you quickly clarified, cringing slightly when you saw him take your words like a slap to the face- “I just meant, it’s not going to do either of us any good to pretend everything is all peachy keen when we both know it isn’t… so… we need to talk through whatever this is… whatever has you so upset… because I’m only mad at how you acted this morning at the house… okay, how you acted and what you said… and how you acted at the Hideout the other night-“ you rambled for a moment before shaking your head to clear out your thought spiral- “but my point is that my anger is reactionary… it’s a direct result of your recent behavior. I mean when I woke up this morning, I wasn’t angry with you, Steve… but… I kind of feel like you might have been angry with me when you woke up this morning… and I kind of feel like you might have been angry with me when you woke up every day this week…”

“I wasn’t angry with you when I woke up, sweetheart,” Steve sighed, tapping his fingers anxiously against the steering wheel. “Not now… and not ever,” he confessed under his breath, but you still heard him.

“So, it isn’t me… it really is Eddie then… whatever has you upset has to do with him specifically?” you asked carefully, not wanting to put thoughts or words in Steve’s mouth.

Steve sighed in defeat and nodded his head reluctantly. “I mean… yeah, it’s mostly him… but I swear it’s not what you think, sweetheart,” he added quickly.

“I don’t think a thing, Stevie,” you assured him, happy to see a small smile growing on his face but the moment was shattered into a thousand jagged pieces by the shrill ringing of the ten-minute warning bell. “Shit…”

“You’ve gotta get to class…” Steve grunted, fully angling his body back towards the front of the car as he ran a nervous hand through his hair; a clear indication he considered the conversation over… for now. “Robin will have my ass if she finds out you were late after I told her I couldn’t taker her in today… you know… because I was driving you… and the kid.”

“Steve-“

“Just… just go… we can talk more later… I promise, sweetheart… but for now, you’ve gotta go,” Steve mumbled over his shoulder, keeping his body facing the front of the car so you had no choice but to acquiesce to his request. Begrudgingly pulling your backpack onto your shoulder, you climbed out of his car, shut the door, and turned back around to speak to him, but he was already driving away.

“God damnit,” you grumbled at the retreating form of his car, tugging your backpack higher up on your shoulder as you made you way into Hawkins High School. All around you, your peers were murmuring and whispering, almost definitely about how you’d slapped the golden boy yesterday and seemed to have gotten away with it, but you did your best to pay them no mind; instead focusing your attention on trying to work out everything that had gone wrong since yesterday. First, Chrissy and the horror that was plaguing her and now Steve and whatever his hang-up was about Eddie. The growing number of answer-less questions was frustrating you to no end.

Brow furrowed and fingers absentmindedly toying with the fraying end of your backpacks’ right strap, your thoughts were spinning in increasingly more indecipherable and maddening circles in your head when a terrifying sound brought them screeching to a halt. A strange distant echoing, almost like the chiming of an old grandfather clock, had icy tendrils of dread racing down your spine. It was the same sound you had heard in Mr. Canady’s classroom yesterday and, after everything that happened with Chrissy in the bathroom, you had a sickening suspicion that this sound was somehow linked with whatever was haunting your friend. Whipping your head around, a sea of heads bobbed and weaved before you. A flash of ginger, a few pockets of blondes, and waves of brunettes ebbed and flowed around your frozen body in the hallway, but there was no sign of Chrissy’s signature ponytail amongst them.

The feel of something touching your forearm had a frightened shriek ripping its way out of your throat causing those around you to stop and give you a mixture of angered and confused looks. Ignoring them as you turned around to see who had touched you, your heartbeat began to slow as you brought your hand up to clutch at Eddie’s skull ring that was hanging from his chain around your neck. “Nancy! Oh my god, you almost gave me a heart attack!”

“I almost gave you a heart attack?” Nancy questioned in disbelief, her wide eyes sweeping over you in concern. “You just screamed like I was trying to kill you! I only wanted to say hi and that I’m sorry I haven’t had a chance to catch up with you yet, the newspaper has been hectic trying to prepare for this championship game tomorrow-“ she explained as she guided you out of the middle of the hallway and into the alcove that led out towards the gymnasium before letting her eyes roam over your still slightly panicked form- “hey, are you okay? You look like you saw a demo- a… a monster or something.”

“I’m f-“ you began, and you weren’t sure if it was the genuine worry you saw in her gaze, the fact that her slip up hadn’t gone unnoticed and she was clearly worried you’d seen something specific that would have warranted your shriek, her history with Steve and the insight that might bring with it, or perhaps it was a mixture of all three, but something in that very moment had you deciding to divulge all of your fears to Nancy. “Actually? No. I’m not really okay. Like not at all.”

“What’s going on?” she demanded without preamble. As you opened your mouth to unburden yourself, the five-minute warning bell resonated out into the hallway from the speakers in the corner of the alcove. “Crap… okay, is there any chance you could stop by the yearbook room at lunch? You have lunch during third period too, right?”

“Yeah, I have lunch during third period-“ you confirmed- “and yeah, I think can swing by the yearbook room then, I-I’ll just let Eddie know next period that I won’t be sitting with him at lunch today.”

Nancy’s eyes narrowed before flicking down to take stock of the skull ring clutched between your fingers that was attached to the necklace you were wearing that also held a guitar pick, but, surprisingly, she didn’t comment on them. “Okay, good. I’ll see you at lunch then.” With that, she clutched the notebook she'd been holding closer to her chest and disappeared into the throng of students now rushing through the hallway to keep from being late.

Sighing after you’d given the hallway one more half-hearted check for Chrissy, but still seeing no sign of her, you stepped out of the alcove and made your way down the hallway in the direction of Mrs. O’Donnell’s classroom. As soon as you set foot in the room, a very pointed and hostile silence descended. Every eye was zeroed in on you and you struggled to suppress your instinct to shrink in on yourself. Mustering every ounce of courage you possessed, you held your head high and began your trek to the back of the room towards your seat as the whispers started up again as you passed by the desks of your peers.

“I can’t believe she even showed up today... everyone knows she’s the one who actually attacked Jason…”

“She’s so lucky Jason’s a decent dude… I don’t care that she’s a chic… I would’ve slapped her back…”

“Jason was so right about her… she is a freak…”

Their words reverberated in your head as you slid into your seat, letting your backpack slump carelessly to the floor as you fought back the tears that had begun to gather in your eyes, and you felt your hands begin to shake. The whispers, the stares, the hate… it was echoes of Philly all over again. You could feel your breath quickening as panic began to bleed through your body and you started spinning the ring Dustin gave you around your finger in a vain attempt to calm down.

So lost were you in your thoughts that, once again, you didn’t notice someone coming up next to you until you felt fingers brush against your waist. Your lips parted, but before the scream could bubble up out of your chest, you were met with the concerned eyes of your boyfriend. “Princess, what’s wrong?” Without a moment’s hesitation, you lunged forward and wrapped your arms tightly around his neck, burrowing your face into the softness of his curls, that smelled distinctly like you, as a few tears began to spill down your cheeks only to get lost in the denim of his battle jacket. “Shhh… hey, it’s okay, ‘m right here, baby,” Eddie whispered to you as one of his large hands cradled the back of your head and the other soothingly rubbed your back. “I’ve got you.”

For one singular blissful moment, your mind quieted. The worries washed away and all you could focus on was Eddie. His smell, his touch, his voice. Everything about him radiated love and comfort and you let yourself relax into his embrace.

The sound of the final bell had you reluctantly pulling away from the safety of Eddie’s arms and sitting down at your desk; desperately avoiding catching any of the multitudinous eyes that were now gawking at you from all directions. “Ahem… everyone, please… take your individual seats,” Mrs. O’Donnell’s voice called from her desk in the corner of the classroom, and you felt yourself heating up in embarrassment as the snickering of your classmates reached your ears. Getting to her feet, Mrs. O’Donnell did nothing to quiet the room, and you slid further down in your seat; silently wishing the floor would open up and swallow you whole.

“Given that tomorrow is many things for all of us; what with it being the day before spring break-“ a few whistles interrupted her sentence, but she continued with an indulgent smile- “the day your Beowulf essays are due-“ a chorus of groans had her smile widening- “but most importantly, tomorrow evening is the championship game for our own Hawkins High School Tigers!” A roar of cheers erupted in the room, and you cringed until you felt Eddie’s hand settle on your knee and give it a gentle squeeze. Mrs. O’Donnell beamed at the cheering of the other students in the room, letting it go on for a few moments before she raised her hands to quiet them once more. “Yes, yes, tomorrow is hopefully going to be a very exciting day for us all! But, as I said, in light of it being so many things, today I’m allotting the entire class period for you to work with your partner on finishing your essays. Now, in the event you feel the classroom is going to be too noisy for you to properly concentrate on the work at hand, I will write passes to the library - but know this, Mr. Richardson will be keeping an eye on those of you who choose to take this option, and I will be following up with him to ensure you all conducted yourselves with the upmost decorum."

As soon as the words left Mrs. O’Donnell’s lips, Eddie was up out of his seat and walking to where she stood at the front of the classroom. “Ah, Mr. Munson-“ you could hear the tightness in her tone from your seat at the back of the room and you felt yourself frowning at her rather cold and clipped reaction to him- “I expect you’re wanting a pass to the library?”

“That would be correct." Eddie confirmed. "As much as I enjoy these little moments we share, Mrs. O’Donnell-“ you deliberately looked down at your desk to hide the grin that bloomed on your lips as you heard Eddie’s smirk in his voice- “the library has computers.”

Mrs. O’Donnell clenched her jaw and she seemed hesitant to write out the pass until Eddie leaned forward and whispered something in her ear. You saw her posture stiffen for a moment before she turned to gape at him and then hastily scribbled out a library pass. "Always a pleasure doing business with you, Mrs. O’Donnell," you heard him say as he pantomimed tipping an invisible hat to her and you had to bite back your bark of laughter at the positively scandalized expression on Mrs. O’Donnell’s face.

Taking the pass from her frozen grip, Eddie walked back towards you, bent down to grab your backpack off the classroom floor, and slung it onto his shoulder before grabbing his metal lunchbox off his desk, “c’mon, princess.”

“Eddie? Wha-“ you began to ask quietly, but he just gave you an enigmatic wink for an answer and held his empty hand out for you to take.

Intertwining your fingers with his, you allowed him to pull you to your feet. As he guided you out of the classroom and into the hallway, the taunting voices of your classmates that had started up again as soon as you’d walked past their desks echoed in your head and fresh tears began pooling in your eyes.

"Jason should have just kicked their asses..."

"God damn psychos got off too easy..."

"Freaks..."

Eddie gently tugged you into his side once the door to the classroom had swung shut behind you, wrapping his arm around your waist without saying a word as he led you in the opposite direction of the library. "Wait-" you sniffled- "Eddie, isn't the library-"

"We're not going to the library, baby," Eddie stated evasively, rubbing his thumb soothingly against your side as he turned you both into the hallway that led to the auditorium.

"But the pass... Mrs. O'Donnell-"

"-isn't gonna give us any trouble. That I can guarantee you," he chuckled mysteriously as he opened a door to the left of the entrance to the auditorium and removed his hand from your waist to gesture for you to enter the room. "After you, princess."

Taking a hesitant step into the dark room, you couldn't suppress your gasp when the light turned on and you took in the ornate throne at the head of a large sturdy wooden table littered with pencils and scraps of paper and surrounded by various sets and backdrops that must have belonged to the drama club. "What... Eddie, what is all this? What is this place?"

"This... this is where the magic happens, baby," Eddie whispered in your ear from much closer than you had anticipated causing you to almost bump into him as you whipped around to face him. "Careful now-" he chuckled lowly, wrapping his arms around your waist to steady you as his lips brushed along your temple- "I can't have my princess getting hurt before she gets to sit on her throne."

"Eddie," you hiccupped out his name as your tears finally broke past your lash line, overwhelmed by his sweetness, care, and attention; you slowly let your damp eyes rise to meet his gaze.

"Hi there, pretty girl," he murmured gently, reaching up to wipe away your tears. "So… you gonna just tell me what's got my baby all upset so I can get to comforting her and then let her in on why I brought her here... or am I gonna have to coax it out of you?"

Turning your head to avoid Eddie's eyes, you rested your hands against his chest and let your fingers fiddle with the soft cotton of his Metallica shirt as you forced yourself to remain quiet save for the occasional sniffle; silently hoping that he would just let it go.

"Coaxing it is," he mumbled to himself before he leaned down and began pressing open mouthed kisses along the column of your throat, paying special attention to where the chain of his necklace rested against your skin as he blindly led you backwards towards the throne.

A soft sigh passed your parted lips at his attentions, but it quickly turned into a pitiful whine when he immediately pulled away from you.

"Come on, princess, talk to me," he beseeched you quietly, leaning forward again to ghost his lips against the shell of your ear. “Is it Harrington? Did he say something shitty to you this morning? Do I have to kick his ass for you?” he asked as he let his fingers slip up under your top to tease along the warm flesh of your stomach. "Because I'll do it, baby. It won't be difficult. You just say the word."

You shook your head ‘no’ as you let your hands slide up his chest to wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer into your hold as you felt the back of your legs hit the throne.

“No? It’s not Harrington?” he asked, guiding you to sit back on the throne before he bent over you and let his hands ease their way back from under your shirt to rest on your knees as he leaned into your space and gently nudged his nose against yours. “Then what is it, baby?”

“It… I mean, it’s not just Steve,” you finally divulged; still hesitant to let Eddie in on everything that had you worried but determined none the less to keep him from trying to kick Steve's ass. “It’s… it’s honestly a whole bunch of things, actually, but-“

“I’m listening,” Eddie cut in as he crouched down in front of you, gently rubbing his hands up and down your thighs. "You can tell me anything. You know that right princess?"

“Of course I know that -" you quickly assured him, wiping away the tracks of your tears that had finally stopped spilling from your eyes - "I do, Eddie, but... I just... I just need some time... to gather my thoughts, okay? I promise I'll tell you everything, I just need a little time to think," you bit your lip as you waited for his reaction.

His warm chocolate-button eyes swept over your face slowly, decisively; clearly gauging whether or not he should keep pressing you to open up to him. After a tense moment of silence as you waited for him to respond, he finally spoke. "Okay."

"Okay?" you repeated dubiously.

"Yeah, okay-" Eddie grinned as pressed a quick kiss to your lips- "I'm never gonna force you to share shit you're not ready to talk about, baby. What kinda douche do you take me for anyway?” he added with a laugh.

“Eddie-“ you chided gently, reaching your hand out to lay your palm flat against his chest; right over his heart as you pouted at him- “you know I don’t think you’re a douche.”

“Yeah, I know, princess-” he soothed with a grin, reaching his hand up to rub his thumb over your protruding bottom lip once before letting it fall back down to rest against your thighs- “I was just teasin’.”

“Good.” Studying him for a moment, you felt the kaleidoscope of butterflies awakening in your stomach and you forced yourself to look away from him before he caught wise to just how flustered the simple act of looking at him made you; he didn’t need an even bigger reason to be a tease. “So… since you’ve successfully comforted me, are you gonna finally let me in on why you brought me here instead of to the library where Mrs. O’Donnell thinks we are? You know, considering the fact that we haven’t exactly finished the essay that’s due tomorrow yet. Oh!” you exclaimed quickly as you whipped your head back in his direction, remembering the strange interaction Eddie had with your teacher, “hold on, first I wanna know what exactly did you say to her in the classroom that had her eyes widening to the size of dinner plates?”

Rocking back on his heels, Eddie’s grin widened into a full-fledged smirk. “Of course you caught that. Let’s just say… my clients aren’t all students,” he chuckled as he watched your jaw drop. “Now, for your original first question, I brought you here to show my pretty princess her throne,“ Eddie leaned forward to kiss you, but he only managed to reach your cheek since you’d turned your head to the side in bashfulness. Reaching his hand up, Eddie gently gripped your chin and guided you to look at him once more before he brushed his lips against yours; just the barest hint of a kiss, but truthfully it was more of a tease than anything else.

“Mmmm… Eddie,” you whimpered against his lips when he started to pull away, moving forward to capture his lips in a real kiss.

“You’re so needy today, baby-“ Eddie smirked as he tilted his head and claimed your mouth in a passionate kiss that had you gasping for air when he finally broke it to pant against your lips- “was… was last night… not enough?”

“Eddie!” you squeaked out in shock, reaching out to cup your hand over his mouth to silence him on the off chance that someone could hear him. “Shhh!”

Pulling away from your hand after pressing a quick kiss to your palm, Eddie chuckled, “relax, baby, it’s just the two of us in here. No one else heard me. I promise.” Nodding your head slowly, despite Eddies’ assurances, you couldn’t help but still attempt to sneak a quick look around the room for anyone that might be lurking in the shadows. “You don’t believe me?” Eddie asked, having caught you looking around and brought his hand up to his chest to clutch at his shirt over his heart as if he’d been physically wounded by your disbelief. “That hurts, truly. Here-“ he rocked back on his heels and rose to his full height - “I’ll prove it to you, my skeptical girlfriend.” Lifting his hands, he cupped them around his mouth to amplify his voice before shouting as you looked on in horror, “if anyone in here can hear me, I’m offering a month’s worth of free pot if you come out of hiding!”

Turning this way and that with his arms spread wide, Eddie called out again, “anyone? Limited time offer! Free weed up for grabs here!”

Despite your initial worrying, Eddie’s dramatics brought a smile to your face, and you soon found yourself pointlessly trying to stifle the giggle that was bubbling up from your chest.

At the sound of your laughter, Eddie’s head snapped in your direction, and a wide grin broke out on his handsome face. “See, princess? Just us in here. Just like I said.”

“Does that mean I get the free weed?” you teased as you got to your feet to truly examine the room; stopping at the table directly in front of the throne to ponder at the reasoning for the graph paper-like boxes that had been carved into the wood.

“I knew you were just using me for my drugs. Guys like me don’t luck out and get girls like you- besides, I already told you, baby-“ Eddie chided playfully, ignoring your protesting squawk as he walked up to press himself against your back while you stood in front of the table- “princesses don’t pay, so you’re already getting all the free pot you want from me,” he finished, letting his hands settle at your hips as he rested his chin on your shoulder. “Soooo… what do you think?”

“I think you think too little of yourself, Eddie Munson, and…” you began slowly, reaching your hand out hesitantly to brush your fingers along the surface of the table, “I think I still don’t really know why you brought me here.”

“I wanted you to see this place before tomorrow night when it’s filled to the brim with all my little lost sheepies,” he responded simply, as if that explained everything, as he gestured to the mismatched seats scattered around the table.

“Tomorrow night?” you turned your head to give him a look of confusion. “What’s happening here tomorrow night?

“Yeah-“ he moved out from behind you to stand at your side, a matching look of confusion forming on his face- “Hellfire? Our next meeting’s tomorrow night. Did I not tell you about that?”

“No,” you spit out quickly. “No, you absolutely did not tell me.”

“Ah,” a faint blush bloomed on Eddie’s pale cheeks as he scratched nervously at the back of his neck. “Well, in my defense, I wanted to tell you about it last night and ask you to join me, but then I got to your place and… well… yeah.” Clearing his throat, Eddie reached out to take your hand in his. “Hellfire’s meeting tomorrow night, baby, and I wanted to invite you to join us.”

“Eddie, I can’t,” you answered sadly and gently pulled your hand back, feeling your heart pang at the way Eddie’s face fell. “Tomorrow night’s the championship game.”

“So? What the hell does that have to do with anything? Why does some special ball in laundry basket game mean you can’t come to Hellfire?” he asked quickly, and you could hear his voice adopting a bit of a clipped edge.

“Because Chrissy needs me to be at the game,” you explained patiently.

Eddie stared at you for a moment before you saw the realization dawn on him. “Shit… I forgot. She’s gonna break up with Carver tomorrow night, right?” You nodded your head and Eddie let out an exasperated sigh as you reached up to gently brush his bangs away from his forehead before sliding your hand down to cup his cheek.

“Yeah,” you confirmed, smiling softly when Eddie leaned into your touch.

“After everything that happened yesterday and how those shitheads were acting in class today, are you sure it’s a good idea for you to go to that game alone?” His eyes searched your face for some reassurance that you just couldn’t give him.

“I mean, no, but I don’t exactly have a choice here. She’s my best friend and she needs me. Actually-“ you bit your lip before continuing- “I was gonna ask you if you’d go with me to the game so I wouldn't be alone, but I know how much Hellfire means to you. I’d never force you to choose.”

“Jesus… I don’t know what I did to deserve you, princess,” Eddie breathed out as he quickly flipped your positions and backed you up against the table before claiming your lips in a near frantic kiss. Parting his lips, he swiped his tongue against the seam of your lips to gain entrance into your mouth as he urged you sit up on the table top so that he could stand between your legs. Swallowing your whimper of pleasure, Eddie pressed his body against yours as he started easing you down to lay back on the table, but the sound of something loudly clattering to the ground had both of you breaking the kiss.

“What was-“ you began to ask, but Eddie cut you off.

“Just… just some pencils and shit…” he panted, peeking over the side of the table to look at what had fallen. “Now, where were we?” he smirked as he moved to kiss you again, but you reached up to press your hand gently against the center of his chest to stop his progression. “Princess?”

"Now who's the needy one?" you teased, spreading your fingers open along the worn cotton of his t-shirt.

Leaning closer, Eddie grinned as he brushed the tip of his nose against yours. “Never once said I wasn’t needy for you, baby,” he breathed against your mouth as he turned his head to capture your lips with his once more, but you pulled your head back to look him in the eye.

“Eddie… shouldn’t we just finish up the essay now?” you questioned as you let your fingers swirl absentmindedly against his chest to trace the lettering on his shirt. “I mean, Robin told me Mrs. O’Donnell usually lets people out of her class early once their work is submitted on the Friday before a break. Just, think about it… if we finish the essay now, once we turn it in tomorrow, we can sneak back here… or go back out into the woods and just… you know… be together…” Letting his head hang forward, Eddie hid his face behind his hair as he listened to you, but you could still hear his soft groan of approval at your suggestion. “Doesn’t that sound good, babe?”

"Yeah... yeah it does," he sighed, slowly lifting his head to give you a pleading look. "But what if you just came over to my place tonight instead? We could finish the essay then and it'll make up for the fact that I won’t get to see you tomorrow night."

“Or today at lunch,” you added and Eddie furrowed his brow in confusion.

“Hold on, why wouldn’t I see you at lunch today?” A tinge of hurt laced Eddie’s tone as he straightened up and took a step away from you.

“Ummm… because Nancy asked if I’d go visit her in the yearbook room today during lunch and I told her I would… you know, since I haven’t had a chance to spend any time with her since I got to Hawkins,” you explained, reaching out to take his hand in yours. Eddie nodded his head in understanding, keeping his gaze lowered and fixed on your joined hands; his calloused thumb brushing gently along the tops of your knuckles. “Is… is that okay?”

“Of course it’s okay, princess-” he sighed- “but it does mean I’m gonna be itchin’ for a fix by this afternoon,” he added after a moment of thought.

You couldn’t help but mirror his reaction from just a few seconds ago and furrow your brow in confusion at his comment. “A fix?”

“Mmmhmm,” Eddie hummed evasively; moving closer to wrap his free hand around your waist. “You- you don’t know about my addiction, baby?”

You shook your head as Eddie carefully dipped you until you were forced to wrap your arm around his neck lest you tumble to the floor, “Eddie!”

"I've got you," he breathed into the small space between your faces. "You're totally safe." Grinning down at you, Eddie nudged your nose with his, "Soooo... you sure I haven’t talked about my addiction with you?"

Gripping tightly at his neck, you tried to will your pounding heart to slow, already knowing any attempt to calm the butterflies in your tummy was going to be an exercise in futility around Eddie when he was touching you. "N... no?"

"No, you’re not sure? Or no, I haven’t talked about it?" he teased as he brought your clasped hand to his lips to press a kiss to the back of it.

You bit your lip to suppress your moan at the feel of his lips on your skin as you shook your head once more. “You… you haven’t talked about it…”

"I could’ve sworn I did… let me give you a hint about what it is then -" he whispered against your hand - "it's... a… recent addiction -" slowly, Eddie trailed kisses up your arm between words as he spoke - "one that I'm pretty sure no one else in Hawkins has ever... indulged in before."

Swallowing thickly, you watched the progression of Eddie’s lips along your arm before you spoke shakily, “is… is it something new you’re selling?”

“Absolutely not-“ Eddie snapped, shocking you with the sheer intensity of his aversion to the notion that he’d sell whatever it was he was apparently addicted to, but he was quick to clarify - “I mean… I just wanna to keep this particular high for myself. I’ve never been all that great at sharing what’s mine.”

“So… you’re addicted to something that’s… yours?” you asked quizzically, growing steadily more confused the longer Eddie talked about his addiction.

Eddie’s grin widened enigmatically, but as soon as he opened his mouth to speak, the end of period bell rang out. “Shit,” he grumbled as he helped you right yourself and stepped away from you to grab your backpack and his metal lunchbox from where he’d left them on the floor next to the throne. "Any chance I could talk you into skipping next period?" He questioned, but sighed as soon as he turned around and saw your frown. "Well, it was worth a shot. Come on, princess, I'll walk you to class."

Threading your arm through Eddie's when he offered it to you, you let him lead you out of the Hellfire meeting place and out into the hallway. With your boyfriend at your side, you could ignore the looks and whispering of your peers as you posed them on the way to Mr. Canady's classroom and you allowed yourself to enjoy the feel of his body next to yours; the warmth from him seeping through your clothes and sending pleasurable tingles along your nerve endings.

When you reached the door to Mr. Canady's class, Eddie pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead and carefully handed you your backpack. As he moved to disappear into the throng of students clambering to make it to class on time, you couldn't help but reach out to stop him. Turning back to face you, Eddie raised his brow in a silent question before looking down at where you had a hold of the edge of his sleeve. "Baby?"

"You... you never told me..." you began carefully before leaning forward to whisper in his ear, "what exactly are you addicted to?"

"You haven't figured it out yet?" Eddie smirked as he turned to look you in the eye. "It's you, baby," he chuckled, inclining his head to brush his lips against the shell of your ear. "I'm addicted to you."

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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.

#us medical crisis #cyber crime #cyber security #We’re hemorrhaging money’: US health clinics try to stay open after unprecedented cyberattack

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Top Philadelphia Senior Care Services to Enhance Quality of Life

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neighborlyhomecarepa · 1 year ago

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Considerations Before Choosing a Philadelphia Home Care Agency: Ensuring Quality Care and Peace of Mind

When seeking home care services for yourself or a loved one in Philadelphia, finding the right agency is paramount to ensure quality care and a safe and supportive environment. Home care agencies are crucial in providing personalized care to individuals who need assistance with daily activities, medical needs, or companionship. With numerous options available, it is essential to consider various factors before deciding.

Make an Informed Choice Before Choosing a Home Care Agency

Home Care Services Offered

The first and most crucial consideration is ensuring that the home care agency offers the services the recipient requires. Different individuals have diverse care needs, ranging from essential assistance with daily activities like bathing and meal preparation to more specialized medical care. Before choosing an agency, assess the specific care needs and discuss them with potential agencies to confirm that they can provide the appropriate level of care. Ensure that the agency can accommodate changes in care requirements as the individual's needs evolve.

Staff Qualifications and Training

The competence and qualifications of the home care agency's staff are crucial for delivering high-quality care. Inquire about the hiring process, background checks, and capabilities of caregivers. Skilled and experienced caregivers should have appropriate certifications, training, and licenses, especially if medical care is required. Look for agencies that invest in ongoing staff training and development to keep caregivers updated on best practices and new actions in-home care. The agency should also provide continuity of care, assigning the same caregivers whenever possible to foster a strong rapport between the caregiver and care recipient.

Client Reviews and Testimonials

Client reviews and testimonials provide valuable insights into the agency's reputation and the experiences of other care recipients and their families. Look for reviews on the agency's website, social media platforms, and third-party review sites. Positive feedback and testimonials from satisfied clients can indicate the agency's commitment to delivering quality care and customer satisfaction. Additionally, consider reaching out to individuals who have used the agency's services to gather firsthand information about their experiences and overall impression of the agency.

Safety Protocols and Emergency Preparedness

Safety is of utmost importance when it comes to home care services. Inquire about the agency's safety protocols, including background checks for caregivers, procedures for handling emergencies, and measures to protect against accidents or incidents in the home. A reputable agency should have comprehensive emergency preparedness plans and ensure caregivers are trained to handle various situations, including medical emergencies. Understanding the agency's safety measures can provide the care recipient and their family peace of mind.

Customized Care Plans

Every individual's care needs are unique, and a quality home care agency should offer personalized care plans tailored to meet those specific requirements. Look for agencies that involve the care recipient and their family in developing the care plan, ensuring that the program aligns with the individual's preferences, routines, and goals. Regular reassessment of care needs and plan adjustments should also be part of the agency's approach to ensure that the care provided remains appropriate and effective.

Pricing and Payment Options

Understanding the agency's pricing structure and payment options is essential for financial planning. Inquire about the agency's fees for services and any additional charges for specialized care. Ask for a detailed breakdown of costs to ensure transparency. Discuss payment options, including whether the agency accepts insurance, Medicare, or Medicaid and if there are any financial assistance programs available. Be clear about any cancellation or refund policies to avoid potential misunderstandings in the future.

Choosing the right Philadelphia home care agency requires careful consideration of various factors. By evaluating the services offered, licensing and accreditation, staff qualifications, client reviews, safety protocols, customization of care plans, and pricing and payment options, you can make a well-informed decision that prioritizes the well-being and comfort of the care recipient. Finding a reputable and reliable home care agency ensures that your loved one receives the highest care and support, allowing them to age in place with dignity and independence.

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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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TW; HEAVY MURDER / DEATH MENTIONS, SUICIDE MENTION, VIOLENCE, ABUSE, NEGLECT, ADDICTION.

I. DEMOGRAPHICS:

FULL NAME: BOONE GREGORY HANNIGAN. NICKNAME: THE TOWER, BOONEY, B, BOO, HANNIGAN, FUCK UP (only by his sister), THE BOONEYMAN (by his mun, me lol) . HOMETOWN: BLOOMFIELD, KENTUCKY. DOB: DECEMBER 1ST, 1984. AGE: 38. ZODIAC SIGN: SAGITTARIUS SUN, SCORPIO MOON, LEO RISING. GENDER: CIS MALE. SEXUALITY: BICURIOUS, HETEROSEXUAL. HEIGHT: 6′2. CHARACTER INSPIRATIONS: SANDOR CLEGANE / THE HOUND ( GAME OF THRONES), SHANE WALSH (THE WALKING DEAD), CHARLIE KELLY (IT’S ALWAYS SUNNY IN PHILADELPHIA), JESSE PINKMAN (BREAKING BAD), MIKE EHRMANTRAUT (BREAKING BAD), CHRISTOPHER MOLTISANTI (THE SOPRANOS), TONY SOPRANO (THE SOPRANOS), SLIM SHADY (EMINEM’S DISCOGRAPHY).

II. PAST:

Boone Hannigan is an American born, immigrant to the UK. He grew up in the bible belt on Kentucky - in a small town outside of Louisville. They were dirt floor poor as he’d put it, his mom worked two jobs, while his father drained her earnings with a bottle. He was self medicating - a Vietnam vet who was drowning his demons the only way he knew how. When Boone was six, his father’s demons won and he committed suicide. In his letter, he left a note for his son. Booney, you’re the man of the house now. Take care of your mother and sisters. It was an order Boone never took lightly. His mother was thrown into such a deep depression due to her husband’s death. The cycle continued, as she lost herself to alcoholism as well, eventually abandoning all her responsibility and surrendered to the addiction, as his father had. He was mostly raised by the likes of his oldest sister, who was only nine years his senior. The one thing that was a constant, money was tight. As soon as he was old enough to fulfill his father’s wishes, Boone did. He tried to be the provider in whatever way he could. Not always in the most ethical ways. Actually, never in ethical ways. When he was old enough to sling dope, Boone slung dope. When he was old enough to create and operate an illegal drug ring in town, he did so. When the Louisville branch of the Irish mob came knocking on his door with an opportunity, Boone accepted.

So how did this cowboy get all the way to London, you may be wondering?

Sure, the kid was smart enough to start a profitable illegal business before the time he hit eighteen, but that’s not what put him on the radar of the local mob. Boone was a brawler, through and through. If he couldn’t find a fight, he’d make one. Boone was bold and he was bloody, Perfect for their underground fight ring. The Louisville branch had a connection with the Jabberwocks, one of their international suppliers, and due to their relationship, Theodore Byrne-Liddell made a visit to Kentucky and became introduced to a twenty year old, bloodthirsty street fighter named Boone Hannigan. Years later, when Boone found himself in some deep legal trouble from this fight ring, with a life sentence in front of him and his Irish mob friends nowhere to be found, the Jabberwock reappeared with an offer.

The kid had never left Kentucky at that point, now, he was going to a foreign land, never to return home.

Boone’s transition to London, his transition into the Jabberwocks in general was not a smooth one. He was a brute of an American, socializing with higher society, more educated, more wealthier people than himself. He stuck out like a sore fucking thumb, everyone thought he didn’t belong there and Boone knew it. But he did belong, he was there wasn’t he? Theodore had seen something worthwhile in him. So, Boone rose to the occasion. He earned more respect when his quick thinking saved the life of a fellow Jabberwock. A JR had a gun on them, death was coming, but the brute was able to sneak behind the opp, with his trusty baseball bat, and beat the poor son of a bitch’s skull in, and continued beating on him long after the fucker was dead. They still tell that story today, all these years later.

When he originally joined the team, he was a drug dealer. But with his whole small town, teenage drug dealer experience, that quickly bumped him to the Capos of the Drug Dealers. He did that for almost twenty years.

Time went on, Boone got older. So did Achara Sichantha. Once a forgettable, never gave a second thought about, teenager when Boone had first arrived to London, she was now a beautiful young woman. With her being eight years younger than him, him being a fucking mess, they had a very tumultuous, on and off, relationship. Everyone knew they were together, but no one wanted them to be.

Cue the wedding bells.

Five years ago, during an on period, they finally bit the bullet and got hitched. Three whole months of marital bliss until it all came crashing down as it always did. However, this time around, once it switched off, it never came back on.

III. PRESENT:

So, where does Boone Hannigan find himself today?

Still in London. Underboss, a political decision that shocked everybody, but Boone has risen to the role. He’s brutal, he’s fearless, and he’s not the one to be fucked with. Maybe it really wasn’t all that shocking Boone was chosen. However, Boone’s name came before Theodore’s, maybe that’s because Theo was too busy getting busy with the Mayor and Boone wasn’t.

Yet, this never affected his loyalty to Theodore. Nothing ever would. Theo saved his life and Boone will dedicate the rest of his life repaying him. Happily. Though Boone is concerned over missing Malachi, he can’t deny there’s something on the horizon.

IV. TIDBITS:

If Theo is “bad” cop, Boone is “insane” cop.

Though he doesn’t seem to be the type and it’s been a long time since he’s talked to the Big Man upstairs, Boone believes in God. Don’t worry, the guy knows he’s going to hell.

Covered in tattoos; His favorite? The eagle tattoo on his neck. Proud American Boy. Yeehaw.

Boone’s taste of music could be described as City Cowboy. Due to his roots, he has a love for country music, old old country music his dad used to listen to, all the way to today’s country. Boone also loves rap and hip hop. Anywhere from Johnny Cash to Tupac, you’ll find it on his playlist.

The type of guy to idolize The Joker, Rick Sanchez (actually he is probably a huge Rick and Morty fan), and Joe Rogan.

While Boone can be scary and violent, he can also be funny and stupid. If you’re his friend, he’s always cracking jokes. If you’re his enemy, he’s probably still cracking jokes, but you might take them as threats and actually, he might not be joking.

He has a cute little orange kitty named “Cash”. Now, if you can’t imagine Boone going down to the pound, filling out an adoption application, and happily taking his new kitten home in one of those white little cardboard boxes, that’s because he didn’t. The thing just showed up outside of his flat one day. Boone started feeding it and it never left. Three years later, Cash isn’t going anywhere. Cash is his son.

Alcoholic. Partakes in drug use sometimes - does this guy really need any coke?

He will start shit with you if he doesn’t like the way you’re looking at him. He will rock your shit. Then when it’s all said and done, he will smile at you on the other side of the courtroom.

The mun thinks about this vine 1,000 times a time when she is playing Boone.

V. PLAYLIST:

a. DROP FOR EVERY HOUR - AMIGO THE DEVIL.

I hit him hard and made it known he wasn't gonna make it home No matter how much he might disagree I suddenly I saw it in his eyes when it clicked The last thing he was gonna see was me And fear is such a funny thing We wear it like a diamond ring With promises we never plan to keep I swear that if you let me go and so and so but tears are only water And water is cheap.

b. 10 FREAKY GIRLS - METRO BOOMIN, 21 SAVAGE.

In peace (in peace) , may you rest (May you rest) Never ever shoot below the neck (Never ever) You a rookie (You a rookie), I'm a vet (I'm a vet) That's why I got a Glock, you got a TEC (Got a TEC) Not checkers (Not checkers), this chess (It is chess) I flooded out my Patek with baguettes I curve Tiffany (Yeah), for Jess (For who?) Need to get myself together, I'm a mess.

c. AMBITIONZ AZ A RIDAH - 2PAC.

I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah You don't wanna fuck with me Got the police bustin' at me But they can't do nothin' to a G Let's get ready to rumble!

d. BROKEN BONES - KALEO.

Some might say I talk loud, see if I care Unlike them, don't walk away from my fear I've busted bones, broken stones, looked the devil in the eye I hope he's going to break these chains, The devil's going to make me a free man The devil's going to set me free The devil's going to make me a free man The devil's going to set me free.

e. HOUSE OF THE RISING SUN - THE ANIMALS.

Oh, mother, tell your children Not to do what I have done Spend your lives in sin and misery In the House of the Rising Sun.

HONORABLE MENTION BECAUSE ITS BOONE’S FAVORITE SONG:

f. SAVE A HORSE (RIDE A COWBOY) - BIG & RICH.

Well I don't give a dang about nothing I'm singing and Bling- Blanging While the girls are drinking Long necks down! And I wouldn't trade ol' Leroy Or my Chevrolet for your Escalade Or your freak parade I'm the only John Wayne left in this town.

And I saddle up my horse And I ride into the city I make a lot of noise Cause the girls They are so pretty Riding up and down Broadway On my old stud Leroy And the girls say Save a horse, ride a cowboy. Everybody says Save a horse, Ride a cowboy

#lf.intro #my boy is going international #gif bc im lazy #and i wanted to get him out into the world

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