#tom-related kids step up

[berzahoes]

“slut!” | tom blyth

summary: in a word full of boys, tom is a gentleman.

an: takes place before filming billy the kid

warnings: mean names hence the title also if you care, reader is the same age as tom lol

“so keep your boyfriends hidden because y/n is newly single!”

“how many boyfriends has she had in the last four years?”

“clearly she’s the problem if she can’t keep a boyfriend.”

you heard it all. the names people called you, the headlines, news reports. it was always the same. people would rather shame you for your love life than be quiet. in the past you did joke that you went on many dates, clearly the media didn’t care if you were joking or not.

your manager had even banned you from looking at the really negative comments on your phone. twitter was having a field day with your love life.

“slut!” was the phrase often directed towards you. while your loyal fans defend you, you could still see all the hurtful things people said about you.

“do you want to cancel tomorrow’s interview?” lisa, your manager, asked one day. you hadn’t answered your phone at all and she was concerned so she drove to your new york apartment and let herself in with the spare key she had. she had found you in the darkness of your room curled up with your plethora of blankets.

“cancel everything. i just want to rest for a while.” you managed to say. lisa was like your second mom. she cared about you more than anything.

“we can do that.” lisa assured.

“lisa?” you turned to face her.

“yes?”

“thanks for checking on me.”

“always.”

after that conversation, lisa made some calls and any movie or tv show deal you had were quickly cancelled. over the next few days, the media found out that you pulled out of many movies from big franchises like marvel and star wars. it was always a dream of yours to be in anything marvel or star wars related, but for now, those projects had to continue without you.

many friends and colleagues reached out to you, but all you could do was send a simple ‘thank you’ and be done with it.

days passed and you were still in your apartment. you didn’t mind being alone, you liked it better that way. sometimes lisa or your parents would drop by or even your upstairs neighbor, mrs. davis, a nice old lady who knew that your favorite cupcakes were red velvet so she made you some to cheer you up.

it was a tuesday afternoon when you heard someone cursing multiple out in the hallway. you figured someone got locked out so you ignored it. pretty much everyone in the entire building got locked out at least once. you were ignoring the cursing as you continued reading your book and ate your red velvet cupcake that your kind neighbor had made you. a few seconds later, you heard a knock on your door.

“no.” you groaned as you stood up to answer the door. you opened it to find tom. you had only known him because you had a mutual friend so you were surprised to see him at your door.

“hi,” he spoke. “i called and texted . . a lot. i just wanted to see how you were.”

“i’m alive as you can see.” you said.

“i know you’ve been asked this question a lot lately but are you okay?”

that’s when you broke down. you couldn’t keep it together in front of tom, but he didn’t mind comforting you. somehow he knew exactly what you needed to hear.

he would often come over to keep you company when lisa or your parents couldn’t. he understood you didn’t want to step foot outside so he didn’t force you. instead, you two would go up to the terrace of your apartment building and hang out. tom would bring lunch or dinner depending on the time that he decided to visit. during that time, you two would talk about whatever would come to mind. tom did his best to avoid talking about work, but you always asked how his filming was going or if he had auditioned for anything new.

“i got the part,” he admitted. “i’m playing billy the kid.” he smiled brightly.

“I’m so happy for you, tom! you deserve it!” you hugged him.

“it’ll be announced next week. you’re the first to know, well apart from my manager.” he chuckled.

“you deserve that and more.” you smiled.

“you do too. other people should see that,” tom said. “you’re so talented and amazing and everything about you is so. . . incredible. i wish people see you the way i do.”

you were speechless.

“are you okay?” tom asked when he noticed you were quiet.

fuck. fuck. fuck FUCK he thought to himself

“you mean it?” you managed to say. you could feel yourself start to blush.

“every bit and more. i enjoy being with you and if i could be with you for the rest of my life then i would die a happy man.”

[ninadove]

Lukadrinette kids

Because I can. Enjoy these silly little thoughts.

📝 General notes:

Marinette, aka Maman, started out as a very successful and very stressed out fashion designer. She ends up retiring at 35 to take over the bakery and finally learn to chill (it’s going… better than expected).

Luka, aka Papa, is a guitarist with a very niche following and is perfectly happy with that. He’s very present in his kids’ lives and the easiest parent to open up to, because of course he is.

Adrien, aka Dad, is the stay-at-home parent and could not be more stoked. And scared. Someone help them

Emma and Hugo are twins, but look nothing like each other, which baffled Adrien and Felix when they were born; Adrien will never admit it, but he was a tiny bit disappointed they weren’t identical.

To help the kids connect with their heritage, their parents speak French, English and Mandarin Chinese at home. Despite it all, Louis’ first words were a full sentence in Japanese — more on that later.

It’s very common for French kids to have two “middle names” (deuxième et troisième prénoms), so I have planned accordingly. Enjoy!

🐍 Emma

Her full name is Emma Sentibug Alya Dupain-Cheng. Adrien would not have it any other way.

She’s the oldest by five minutes and she takes it very seriously. Too seriously, even.

Emma inherited Gabriel’s grey eyes, which will have no influence on her perception of herself at all, no sir.

Like Marinette, she feels responsible for protecting everyone and everything around her, which is why she was blacklisted from using the Ladybug Miraculous before she reached the tender age of five.

As luck would have it, she ended up with the Snake, which is even worse for her mental health. For maximum dramatic irony, I think I’ll call her superheroine persona Aspik.

Aroace and sad. It’s already hard enough to be aspec as it is, but given the importance romance played in her parents’ lives… you get the point.

🦋 Hugo

Aka Hugo Felix Tom Dupain-Cheng. Yes, Felix cried upon learning his name. A lot.

🎶 Bi bi bi bi BI 🎶

Inherited Mari’s talent for arts and crafts and Adrien’s dramatics. Despite being very similar to them both, he often finds it difficult to talk to them.

Uncle Felix, however, is his absolute favourite adult in the world, and regularly knocks some sense into him.

Adrien and Nino were so excited for their sons to be besties! So naturally they hate each other’s guts

They end up kissing about it, though, so it’s fine.

Butterfly holder. Very purple 💜

🐈‍⬛ Louis

Aka Louis Nino Jules (after Juleka)

Because twins were a lot to handle, Louis only came along six years later.

When he doesn’t get his way, he turns petulant and grumpy, which makes him Plagg’s absolute favourite. Luka finds it endearing and jokes that they rub off on each other. This stresses Adrien out, though, as he fears it might be an early sign of Gabriel Behaviour.

The truth is that Louis just has these huge feelings that he doesn’t know how to handle… and you know who relates to this? KAGAMI. She’s the only one who can get him to calm down once he starts crying. She will pick him up, he will cling to her jacket and suck on his thumb, and she will carry on with the conversation as if nothing happened.

Originally Very Small, he gets a HUGE growth spurt and ends up built like Tom, which is very unusual for Cat holders.

🐞 Sabine

Aka Sabine Amelie Rose

The surprise baby of the bunch. She looks just like her grandma Sabine!

A total ray of sunshine. Also very gay.

As the youngest and eventual holder of the Ladybug Miraculous, she triggers Mari’s overprotective tendencies the most. Adrien actually had to step up and get her to back off as it was starting to stir up bad memories.

Because Rose was very ill when the twins and Louis were young, she and Juleka didn’t get to watch them as much as she would have liked. They made it up by spoiling their younger niece beyond reason.

The most musically inclined of the kids. Her love for punk rock and metal clashes hard with her cutesy vibes. Rose couldn’t be prouder. 💖

[engeorged]

Awakenings II

The second short story of seven about gainer and feeder awakenings. If you read yourself in the story feel free to reblog or comment!

A Taste of Freedom

It was one of those weddings that felt like an obligation, the kind where the only people who spoke to you did so out of pity or politeness. Daniel knew it the moment he walked through the door. At thirty-two, his life had settled into a dreary routine—a dead-end job in an office where he was just another face among a sea of grey cubicles. His ambitions had faded, replaced by a dull acceptance of his mundane existence. His body reflected the life he led—soft, a bit pudgy, with the beginnings of a belly that hung over his belt, a constant reminder of his dissatisfaction.

As he stood awkwardly at the reception, trying and failing to engage in small talk, Daniel felt an overwhelming sense of isolation. His family, caught up in their own lives, barely acknowledged his presence. Conversations buzzed around him, but he wasn’t part of any of them. His cousins bragged about their kids and careers, his parents were doting over his sister’s children, and his old friends had become strangers, their lives revolving around topics he could no longer relate to.

It wasn’t long before he found himself gravitating toward the one thing that seemed to offer any kind of solace—the buffet table.

It was a sight to behold. Platters piled high with decadent foods, an array of dishes that seemed to call out to him. Rich, creamy pasta, roasted meats glistening with juices, desserts that looked sinful. Daniel picked up a plate and began piling it high, the simple act of serving himself filling him with a strange kind of satisfaction. Why not? No one else seemed to care what he did.

He found a secluded corner, sat down, and began to eat. The first bite was heavenly, the rich flavours exploding on his tongue. With each mouthful, the tension in his chest eased, the gnawing sense of emptiness began to fill. He ate methodically at first, savouring each bite, but soon the pace quickened. The food wasn’t just satisfying his hunger—it was filling a void he hadn’t realised was so deep.

He finished his plate and went back for more. Then another plate, and another. Each time he returned to his table, his plate was more loaded than before. By the fourth trip, he noticed a few family members watching him with curious or concerned expressions. Aunt Carol’s brow furrowed as she passed by, and Cousin Tom exchanged whispers with his wife. But Daniel didn’t care—not anymore. For once, he was beyond their judgement.

With each bite, a strange sense of liberation washed over him. He would normally keep his appetite under control but today something had changed. The more he ate, the less he cared about what anyone thought. Comments were made, looks were exchanged, but he brushed them off with a dismissive shrug. It felt good to do something purely for himself, to indulge without restraint.

By the time the wedding reception was winding down, Daniel was utterly stuffed. His belly, once soft and only slightly rounded, had transformed. His shirt strained against it, the buttons threatening to pop as his stomach pushed outward, swollen and tight. He could feel the food packed inside him, his belly stretching to accommodate the feast. It was no longer just a bit pudgy—it was round and taut, like a balloon filled to its limit.

He waddled to his car, each step sending a jolt through his overstuffed belly. It was an odd sensation, the weight and fullness of it, the way it protruded outward, almost comically so. But instead of embarrassment, he felt something else—something new and thrilling. He managed to drive home, his swollen gut pressing against the steering wheel, a grin spreading across his face despite the discomfort.

The moment he got home, Daniel tore off his clothes and stood in front of the mirror. What he saw took his breath away. His belly, once just a soft reminder of his sedentary lifestyle, was now a massive, round orb. It stuck out prominently, the skin stretched tight, almost shiny, from how full it was. He placed his hands on it, feeling the firmness, the way it pushed back against his touch.

A thrill shot through him, more intense than anything he’d felt in years. He ran his fingers over the taut surface, tracing the curve, feeling the pressure of all the food packed inside. It was heavy, solid, and completely unexpected. And yet, it felt incredible—like he’d finally found something that was his, something that brought him pleasure in a way nothing else had.

As he stood there, admiring his reflection, Daniel realised something profound. He wasn’t just filled up; he was fulfilled, in a way he’d never been before. The act of eating, of letting go, of allowing himself to indulge without restraint had given him a new sense of purpose, a new passion.

For the first time in years, Daniel felt truly alive. The thought of his newly bloated belly, of the freedom it represented, filled him with excitement. He had finally discovered something that made him feel good, something that was his alone.

And he couldn’t wait to do it again.

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[flodaya]

I know it’s not particularly related to tom but z opening up about wanting a private life and her own family was a huge step for her 🥰 She used to be afraid of disappointing her fans it’s good to see the change

i really love that for her, honestly, she's always hinted at wanting a family but outright saying she wants kids one day multiple time in these past few weeks was so endearing to hear, good for her!! i know she'll be a fantastic mother, she comes across so loving and nurturing

[mister-tom-a-dildo-lover]

Someone Liked this old post of mine and brought to mind something...

[The Post] was about how Tom Riddle was literally fucked over from the start and how nobody actually decided to try and teach him to be better.

Anyway, a common, defensive response on this post was the recurring, "Why is it Dumbledore's job to intervene?" along with a laundry list of excuses for why he shouldn't be held accountable for what happened to Tom, Severus, and Harry. etc etc...

Mind you, Dumbledore felt it was his right to intervene. To scare a 10 y/o into behaving by setting his only worldly possessions on fire in front of him as a lesson. He admits to this very tactic when Tom tries to apply for the DADA position for a second time. So why the hell aren't we allowed to criticize him for knowing full-well this kid was fucked up and doing nothing about it?

Many people, by making the claim that it isn't the Deputy Headmaster's job to watch out for the well-being of his students, sound like they are saying that they would never step in if they saw a child they aren't related to, at risk of harming themselves or others, because they don't think it's their job or duty to do so.

"Well, I saw the boy carrying a gun to school but as he's not my kid why should I have said something?" IDK, Karen, maybe because he could harm other people and it would be in yours and everyone else's best interest to put a stop to it before it gets bad and then GETS WORSE. This is a matter of common sense and common decency. Normal people would be worried about some kid being a potential danger to others and would say something or try to raise a red flag as a warning to others instead of holding their opinions in and plotting behind the scenes.

I don't understand how this is considered unfair of me to expect that a guy would do right not only by the kid himself, but by the students he's about to be exposed to. He believed, in his heart of hearts, that this kid is a psychopath after one conversation in which he got a woman shitfaced to hear her biased opinions, and then one conversation where he talked to him and decided speaking to snakes was the ultimate sign of evil.

Dumbledore just kept this shit to himself. And guess what? He does this over and over. Potential terrorist in the school who could hurt the children(Quirrelmort, Lockhart)? Nah, fam. Keep it close to the chest. Dangerous information that people NEED to know for their own safety? Nah, fam. Keep it close to the chest. Children being abused and need saving? Nah, fam. Keep it close to the chest.

And the results are: an up-and-coming Dark Lord, up-and-coming Death Eater(s?), deaths/tortures of people barely out of their teenhood, more abused children, and many other problematic things all because he won't share what he knows or believes.

BUT NOOOOOOO! I'm the bad guy because I think a teacher who inserts himself into everyone's business so they all look to him for permission and guidance, should have actually done something to help the troubled child he was in charge of for 10 months out of the year for 7 years.

[kandisheek]

FIC REC WEEK 12 – OTHER MARVEL SHIPS

STEVE/SAM

Not the Destination by KiaraSayre

Pairing: Steve/Sam Rating: NR Words: 8,007 Tags: Road Trips, Demi Steve, Armchair Therapy

Summary: Before they leave New York, Tony Stark (Tony Stark, Jesus, Sam's not over it, never ever over it) hands him an AmEx Black and says, "Don't let Cap spend it all on egg creams and quarters for the jukebox." "That is exactly what I'm gonna do," Sam says. "Egg creams and jukeboxes, nonstop. That's how we roll."

Reasons why I love it: All the fluffy feels! I love Sam basically coaching Steve into a bit of happiness, and I'm so happy that Steve is the one to finally take that last (first?) step. This whole fic is so sweet, and I adore all the stops they make along the way, the progression feels so natural. So yeah, it's fantastic, and I highly recommend it!

Closer to flying by Odsbodkins

Pairing: Steve/Sam Rating: M Words: 2,405 Tags: First Time, Canon Adjacent, Past Steve/Bucky

Summary: Sam Wilson had thought he had excellent gaydar. The sort of neighborhood he grew up in, then the military, a near-flawless gaydar was a survival essential. He was going to have to revise it to “has excellent gaydar in person”. Because he had never had the slightest inkling that Captain America might be gay.

Reasons why I love it: Steve being an experienced gay icon, we stan. I love the Steve Rogers is Not A Virgin trope, and this fic does it incredibly well. I also really enjoyed the hopeful note that this fic ends on. It's fantastic, and I hope you go and check it out for yourself!

Easy Does It by astolat

Pairing: Steve/Sam Rating: M Words: 6,489 Tags: Post-CA:TWS, Sex Pollen, Marriage

Summary: “It just seems like—it should mean something,” Steve said plaintively. “Well, I guess it does,” Sam said, after a thoughtful moment. “Means you’re not a virgin anymore.”

Reasons why I love it: Oh my god, that ending scene is the fucking best. I love how this fic strikes the perfect balance between being fluffy, funny and angsty, and does all of them equally well. Steve hanging out with Sarah and the kids is adorable, and I love Sam and Steve's banter throughout. This fic is wonderful, and I hope you check it out for yourself!

between our bodies there's a battlefield by thingswithwings

Pairing: Steve/Sam Rating: E Words: 4,805 Tags: Porn with Feelings, Anal Sex, PWP

Summary: Sam hadn't ever had cause to think about it, not really, but if someone had told him that he would end up in a pity fuck situation with Steve Rogers, gorgeous kind superpowered American war hero Steve Rogers, he would've assumed he was the one being pitied.

Reasons why I love it: Sam reading Steve like a book and giving him exactly what he needs is really fucking hot. And oh my god, Steve asking to be held down, and that anecdote about Tom? Scorching. Steve's desperation just makes it all even hotter, goddamn. I love this fic so much, and I bet you will too!

you can see it with the lights out by defcontwo

Pairing: Steve/Sam Rating: M Words: 4,702 Tags: Falling In Love, Past Relationship(s), Insecurity

Summary: “Will you believe me if I tell you that this is a normal thing that happens between two guys that are friends?” Sam says, and yeah, he’s pretty sure that that came out as weak as it sounded in his head. Steve leans up on one elbow, looking down at Sam, that same crinkle around the edges of his eyes noticeable even in the gloom of the motel room light. “I know it’s been seventy years since I last had sex with a man but I’m still pretty sure that’s bullshit, Wilson.” Sam Wilson falls in love. Like everything else, it's a process.

Reasons why I love it: Gaaah, this fic gives me ALL the feels! Sam's conflict is so relatable, and I love the hopeful ending. Steve is such a sweetheart too. This fic is incredible, and it deserves all the love in the world, so I hope you check it out!

[youronlybean]

Do you have any one-line ideas of any crossovers/AUs/heavenly, like fleeting thoughts that crossed your mind once, like @ someslothcheese's ao3 prompts? Basically something you felt was not enough to even share.

I have a list of these in my notes :0 (mostly zeroyalchaos, shockingly. Also a genuinely surprising amount of Kara and Chilled?)

- Kara as the Goddess of Death, Chilled as a new god (like Hermes - travellers, thieves, etc.) and they bond over people asking for safe passage to the afterlife

- Slack crushing on Skadj cuz he’s an arsonist

- PR1 detective AU, Ze is asked to step in on a fraud case even tho he only works murders but Chilled gives him puppy dog eyes, Kara as a forensic scientist, the case turns out to be mafia related

- mcyt/PR1 crossover, a café run by the Evo crew that has a pride party night every month that Shubble brings her PR1 friends to. They vibe and have a good time

- Lethal Company angst. Possibly SkadjATK. Possibly ZRC

- “You said ‘Kill him or I’m gonna kill us both’, what kind of terrorist shit is that?!” - chilledchaos quote (I don’t remember what I was gonna write with this but Chilled did actually say this once)

- Tay and Jeremy bond over rage and murder :)

- “I know,” Ze whispers, tightening his hold on his husband. “But I want you to know that I a hundred percent believe everything I said about you.”

Chilled squints at him. “Twelve years ago you called me a piece of shit garbage who kills for money.”

“I’m almost certain I didn’t,” Ze deadpans.

- But it’s one of those rare moments where Chilled is quiet. It’s not like he doesn’t have anything to say - Chilled ALWAYS has something to say - rather he doesn’t feel like speaking right now, which is uncommon and at times, unsettling.

- Knight AU with Em and Pasta, Em is Pasta’s knight and they also make out :)))

- Kid Cheesy AU where Kara, Ze and Chilled share custody of him but Ze and Cheesy have the same laugh and Chilled ends up falling in love with him whoops. Also they’re all best friends because I said so

- The Redrum Circus AU

- Courtilly group mom fic

- AxialFawkes cyberpunk speedracer fic. Jeremy gets injured and can’t race, Tom’s mechanic bails on him so Matt fills in

- Spooky PR1 - Kara as a witch, Larry as a werewolf

- Dread Hunger but it’s that one stream where Chilled and Kara went out to get resources and Chilled sacrificed himself for her

[houseofbrat]

These covers are nauseating because she. doesn’t. have. cancer and have literally exploited it to get out of the comms mess they made.

I expect the headlines going forward to be:

Anytime a member of the RF does any engagement it will be because “they working to support Kate” even The King who actually has cancer

When The King recovers from cancer it will be framed as he was inspired by Kate who again doesn’t have cancer

There will be zero calls for William especially to step up and work and they are never going to be criticized for not working again. Anyone who expects them to will be shamed

Also not how mercenary Kensington Palace is. When the King was diagnosed, they made no public statement of support. They didn’t even like or share his announcement message. Nothing leaked about how they were supporting him, if the grandkids sent him cards etc. Now suddenly to prop up this fake cancer storyline, The King is used as a prop for “heartfelt lunches” and “emotional hospital visits”. They don’t care about him - it’s just useful to use him now.

People falling for this are chumps are it says a lot about the moral rot at Kensington Palace. William truly is Diana’s son in the worst way and I wonder if their dishonesty and opportunism will ever catch up to them.

Sorry for the long ask but I’m frankly pissed!

I think Heath Ledger's Joker pretty much sums up the situation at this point.

I will also say that I completely side-eye the excuse of giving a public statement now due to the kids' term break & Easter holiday. I've seen plenty of rumors that the UK press has known since January that Kate had a medical diagnosis of cancer regarding her operation. This certainly fits in with Tom Bower's statements at the end of February.

If that's true, then KP could have made a simple statement in February when the kids were on their half-term break about her condition, even if they didn't release that specific diagnosis. That statement would have quelled and quieted down all the speculation weeks ago. Except they didn't do that.

I don't buy this notion of making a statement right before they go hide away for three and a half weeks to protect their kids from their school chums, is it? Do six-, nine-, and eleven-year-olds at Lambrook really care about what the media says about their classmates' mother? I find this really hard to believe given that there hardly seems to be any social media pictures of them attending school functions in the two years the kids have been attending school there. Sure, there's one pic here or there, but when the world is wondering "Where is Kate?," I didn't see any news reports quoting Lambrook parents supporting the speculation that Will had secretly offed Kate. Instead the Lambrook parents seem to be pretty keen on keeping the media/press out of their children's schooling. I don't buy the rationale of Kate announced it now due to the kids' break.

I think the British media is a bunch of clowns, and they are still set about continuing to be so. There were rumors circulating that the BBC was on alert for news about Kate a week ago. Lo and behold, the Beeb filmed Kate's video on Wednesday for a Friday night news dump. But last weekend, Roya Nikkhah was publishing KP pr about how Kate would only talk about her health in person to people she visited on engagements. This weekend Roya is writing about how Charles & Kate's cancer is bringing them both together! And yet, she will continue to post drivel-like scraps even if it's a complete fabrication by KP. KP already had a plan to do a video of Kate if rumors were already circulating at the BBC. When is Roya going to stop accepting nonsense from her KP-related sources? When will all of them? I wonder...

[callsigndragon]

Falling and Never Landing | Prologue

Nick "Goose" Bradshaw x fem!reader (reader has a call sign, so not use of y/n if i can avoid it)

Warnings: guys being idiots in 1986, Goose deserves his own warning, things are going to change a lot in the next chapter so... well. enjoy it while you can :D Word count: 1.3k

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“Can you believe this, Mav?” Goose says, walking with his friend into the Top Gun school. 

The air in the building feels different. Dozens of composite photos hang on the walls, proudly showing visitors the past generations of Top Gun graduates. Both friends look around, knowing that soon, in just five weeks, their faces will be hanging in those walls too. 

“All I know is that Cougar was the one supposed to be here, not us.” Mav smirks at his friend while taking off his glasses. “Let’s prove to them that we’re the best.” 

“Great balls of fire, Mav.” Goose points a finger to his friend’s face. “I know that look. And I don’t like it.” 

“It’s the only one I got.” The pilot says, walking down the corridors looking for their class. 

“Just remember that I have a kid, okay?” Goose raises his voice, making sure that Mav hears him. 

He jogs, trying to catch up with him when they see a lot of uniformed men, probably their classmates, standing outside the classroom, whispering between them. Maverick and Goose look at each other, wondering what is going on. 

“Guys, just in case you don’t know it, the class is inside. You know, where the seats are.” Goose jokes once they're at their level. 

Two men turn around, looking at the newcomers. Goose recognizes Tom Kazansky in a second. He’s one of the best pilots out there. “There’s a girl inside.”

“A what?” Maverick questions, checking to see if he hasn’t heard wrong. 

“A girl. In khaki uniform.” The other man replies. In his tag it’s written Ron Kerner. He has a Walkman in his pocket, and blue headphones hang from his neck. 

“Is this a first day prank or something?” Maverick looks at Goose, who just shrugs. 

“Let’s find out.” Goose walks in the classroom, where he can see that there is, in fact, a girl dressed in khakis. She is sitting next to a dark haired man in his mid-20s. Both of them have dark expressions on their faces, as if they can’t believe what’s happening. 

“We shouldn’t have come,” she says, bouncing her leg up and down. 

“Bullshit. This is your place. And if someone deserves to be here, that’s you.” The man, apparently her friend, tells her while getting up from his seat. He makes eye contact with Goose and looks surprised to see someone actually entering the class. “Oh, hi.” 

“I’m Goose. The dwarf here is Maverick. It’s nice to meet new pilots!” Goose says, extending his hand. 

The dark-haired man looks at them, shaking his head. “I’m a RIO. She’s the pilot.” 

The silence takes over the room, and you can almost hear Goose’s eyes blinking. “Beg your pardon?” 

You get up from your seat in the front row, walking past the dark brown leather seats to where the three men are talking. “Yeah, I’m a pilot. Have a problem with that?” 

Goose looks at you with a small smirk that morphs his features. “Feisty, aren’t we?” 

You cross your arms over your chest, tilting your head. “Have to defend myself. I’m Lieutenant Metcalf.” 

Maverick takes a step closer, blinking rapidly while frowning. “Wait, Metcalf like Viper?”

You shake your head. “I get that a lot. Commander Metcalf and I aren’t related. Just happen to have the same name.” 

Maverick nods, offering you his hand. “Lieutenant Pete Mitchell.” 

You take his hand, smiling a bit. It’s the first pilot that treats you like an equal and not a girl. “Nice to meet you. This is my best friend and RIO, Luke Donnelly.” 

“Wait a minute, you’re the RIO?” Some of the other aviators walk into the class, standing at the end of the room, in front of the wall painted with the US flag. The man who speaks, with brown hair pushed back and a teasing smile, approaches you. “Since when can a girl fly?” 

“Rick, knock it off.” Goose says, standing in front of you as a shield. 

Luke is about to say something when you pat his chest. You don’t need him to keep getting into trouble because of you. You move past Goose, who is standing in front of the “clown” of the class. “We’ve been able to fly since way back, Rick. But if you want me to show you my skills, I’ll be glad to.” 

“If you’re a pilot, I guess you have a call sign, right?” He says, looking down on you. 

Oh, boy. He’s one of those. 

“Yeah, I do. Not that I like it very much, but I heard you don’t have to like them.” You say, not even a bit bothered by his attitude. “It’s Barbie.” 

The man laughs, turning around to call for his friend. “Wolfman, come here. Her call sign is Barbie!” 

Goose looks at you, rolling his eyes. “Ignore him; he fell out of the crib when he was a baby and hasn’t recovered.” 

You snort, looking at the RIO. It’s nice to have someone like him around. “That would explain the big head.” 

Mav is the one that snorts now, clearing his throat and looking at you. “Why Barbie?” 

You sigh, remembering that your call sign is not that cool, but it’s the one you got. “You know these blonde dolls that have different careers? Actress, chef, executive, astronaut, even. Well, when I graduated from Flight School, my instructor said, ‘Gents, this is the new doll in the Barbie collection: the Barbie naval aviator’. It stuck, and everyone started to call me that.” 

Luke pats your back, feeling bad for the things you have gone through. “Hey, imagine that they made a Barbie in your honor.” 

“That would be cool.” Goose says, nodding. He seems like a good guy. 

“Thanks, guys.” 

“Luke, what’s your call sign?” Maverick asks him, and Luke chuckles. 

“Skywalker.” 

“Oh my god, that’s actually really clever.” 

The rest of the men enter the classroom, taking their seats as the Lieutenant Commander approaches.

This is getting real. 

After the Commander’s words and once he exits the classroom, you’re all left thinking about his words. Maverick wants to get his name written on the Top Gun trophy, along with Goose’s. How you wish you could have your name and Luke’s written on that trophy hanging at the end of the classroom. But they’d never allow it. 

You fought long enough to be here. You just hope you can graduate. 

Luke looks at you, patting your leg. “I know, babe, I know. I wish that too. But let’s just graduate, huh?” 

You inhale deeply, sad that Luke doesn’t even stand a chance just because he’s flying with you. “I’m sorry.” 

He shakes his head, motioning to the podium where the Commander was giving his speech a few minutes ago. “It’s their loss.” 

You get up, ready to start with the classes, when Mav and Goose pass next to Iceman, who has been waiting to reply to Mav’s words since he said that he was the best pilot. 

“The plaque for the alternates is down in the ladies’ room.” Tom says, not even bothering to look at them. 

Goose lets out the most sarcastic, loud, and fake laugh you’ve ever heard, and it makes you laugh too. “Oh, Jesus. Oh, you kill me. You really do.”

“I like the guy.” Luke whispers in your ear. 

“He’s nice.” You agree with your friend. He seems to be the kind of person you wanted to have around when you were in flight school.

“Honey, I know that face. What you mean to say is that he’s hot, right?”

You slap his chest quickly checking your surroundings. The only thing you need now is someone to believe that you have a crush on one of your classmates. This isn’t high school. “Shut up!” 

“And she didn’t say no.” He mutters, walking out of the room. 

You watch as Goose approaches the trophy, looking at one of the names and shaking his head in disapproval. “No, no, no, no. There’s two O’s in “Goose”, boys.” 

This is going to be a fun experience. 

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glassy eyes, hazy afternoons pt 7

Eddie Munson x anxious!stoner!reader

Part 6

Summary: The night of the party has come… let the games begin.

Content warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, fem/afab!reader, mature language and themes, underage drinking and drug use, Jason Carver, males fighting, Chrissy gets pushed, smut/lemon(?) (dry humping, fingering, nipple play), Gareth x Chrissy, Steve x male!OC, intrusive thoughts, social anxiety, and anything else I may forget (: (: plz let me know

a/n: for my girl, @wendyfawcett

Dedicating this chapter and the rest of the series to you. thank you so much for the encouragement you’ve unknowingly given me a zillion times 😭 I now think of you when I hear the Smiths 🤍

To all my other mutuals and readers, thank you for your interaction and encouragement 🤍 writing this series has been so special for me and I hope everyone who can relate to our Y/n feels seen and represented!

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Robin assured Y/n that she and Steve would be by in the morning to pick her up for school while Chrissy reminded her three times to bring her clothes and makeup with her.

Y/n timed it so she called Eddie’s trailer while Wayne was still home and asked him to let Eddie know that she had another ride to school for the next day.

Now she sat unbothered and comfortably numb, Tom Sawyer by Rush pulsing through the speakers. Her door opened, her father standing in the hallway still clad in his work uniform and chuckling to himself as he observed her resting figure, looking so similar to how she looked in a crib so long ago during naptime.

He stepped inside and hit pause on the Walkman next to her. Her eyes fluttered open as she jumped, swiping off her headphones to rest around her neck as she sat up on her elbows. “Jesus, dad, you scared me.” She breathed.

“Sorry, kid. I would’ve left you alone but, your brothers on the phone and he insists on speaking with you—something about Chrissy’s party tomorrow night.” He shrugged with pursed lips.

Y/n’s eyes widened slightly before returning back to their normal size. She sat up fully, shifting uncomfortably before nodding and rushing out of the room.

Plopping down in the armchair, she made a note to tell Sam off for making her have this conversation in the living room. She sighed and picked up the phone, not even having a chance to say anything before he was talking.

“Ugh, Y/n/n! How’s it going?” He asked, dragging out her name with an edge in his tone.

She sighed again, “I dunno, Sam, why don’t you tell me? And while you’re at it, tell me why you didn’t call me on my phone?” She mumbled into the mouthpiece, her eyes darting this way and that to make sure the old man didn’t try to come out of his room.

Sam scoffed, “So you do know why I’m calling.”

Y/n rolled her eyes, “I think I do.”

“Tell me why I had to hear about your Eddie situation from Steve.” He asked bluntly. She could picture him slumped over the phone on the wall of his common room at school, his fingers tangled in his dark hair as he tugged at the roots like he did when he was thinking hard.

“I-I was gonna call you, but I—“

“—Don’t give me that crap about bothering me. I gave you my number, so use it.” He almost spat.

She took a deep breath and nodded though he couldn’t see her, and she heard him sigh over the line.

“If I call you in your room, will you tell me everything? Please?” He asked quietly.

“Okay.” Is all she said before they hung up and she scurried quietly to her room, eyeing her father’s door the whole way. She knew he’d be going to sleep soon and hoped to keep it that way.

In the stillness of her room, she could hear his shower running. She knew she’d be able to smell the bar soap by the time he was finished and always looked forward to the scent wafting through the vents.

As she picked up the phone, it rang in her hands—“aghh! fuckin’ shit”— she cried as it fumbled, the phone unlatching and falling into her lap. She grabbed it by the cord and pulled it up to her face.

“Hey.”

“Hi.” Sam mumbled back through a chuckle. “Start from the beginning… and I don’t care if it’s weird, tell me what happened.”

Y/n focused on the way the plastic spiral cord felt under her nails as she dug into it absentmindedly. “Okay…” she sighed, “After Hellfire, we were hanging out, we went to his trailer to smoke, so we did.” She swallowed; the dry patch at the back of her throat scratching at her as she spoke. “We were sitting and talking for about an hour before he looked over at me and told me I was beautiful.” Her voice caught in her throat.

She clapped her hand over her mouth when she hiccuped, hoping Sam didn’t hear it— though he did.

She took a sharp inhale, “I dunno, Sam. I just—it was stupid—I started crying. And not only did I fucking cry, I kissed him. I fucking kissed him. And it—it was really nice—“ her voice tightened. “Cause he kissed me back! And when I thought it was going further he just pulled back and asked me how I was or how high I was? I-I dunno, but-but then he asked me if I wanted to watch a movie and left the room!” She had to take a breath and hoped it wasn’t too loud for Sam to hear. “I just—I freaked out, man! The weed helped me stay quiet but my teeth got all tingly and shit like they used to.” She couldn’t hide the sobs escaping her but she powered through without a crack in her voice. “I talked myself down like we’ve always done, slowed my breath and ran the cold water over my wrists—got through the wave. But then I went out there and we watched the movie like nothing happened.”

“—Can I say something yet?” He asked with audible tension as he exhaled, pinching the bridge between his eyes.

“I have a feeling you will anyway.” She rasped.

“—I’m sorry. About it all. I know how much you like him. And I’m sorry you had to go through another panic attack alone—I should’ve—“

“Don’t even say it—You can’t always rescue me, Sam! I know you want to. And you do a great job. You always have, but I’m gonna deal with this shit for the rest of my life, you know? I’m gonna have to do it alone sometimes.” She spewed.

Sam nodded with tears in his eyes, the black phone held in his hand with white knuckles. Y/n took his silence as a response and continued. “I love you, dude. And I miss how close you used to be but—“ she sighed quietly, “I’m not your responsibility.”

“Is that how you think I see you?” He scoffed, “A responsibility? Some obligation that fell into my lap?” He shook his head in disbelief. Y/n worried she’d angered him until she heard his quiet chuckle.

“Y‘know when mom and dad brought you home I was under the impression I would be receiving a puppy?” He asked suddenly.

Y/n chuckled, “What?”

“Mhm. I guess I put that together myself when mom compared a baby to a puppy.” He chuckled nostalgically. The slight smile fell from his face when he furrowed his brow at the newer memory floating to the surface. “Sh-She, uh, told me she’d need my help. Now that I think about it.”

Y/n froze at the stiffness in his tone, sounding like his mind was wandering far away. “Sam?”

“I never meant to make you feel, like-like—small? I just—“

“No, no, I know, Sam, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have—“

“Don’t worry about it.” He said lowly, dissolving all tension and fear in her chest as she lessened her grip on the cord she squeezed so tightly. She heard him sigh and wondered if he had more to say.

“Did, uh,” he let loose another uncomfortable exhale, “Why did you… cry?” He asked, his mind racking the possibilities; knowing she wasn’t completely inexperienced, that kissing wasn’t a foreign concept to her.

She chuckled and sniffed, her nose stopping up like a tightened leaking faucet. “He, uh, he called me beautiful—the ‘prettiest girl he’s ever seen.’” She huffed a breath through her mouth at the recollection, like it was happening for the first time again. “That’s when I leaned over and kissed him. But, uh, he broke it when he noticed I was crying… like a fucking weirdo.” She spat quietly at the end, hugging her knees to her chest.

Sam’s eyes widened at the realization. He’d never called his sister pretty, and he hadn’t ever thought to until now. His chest ached at the thought of her walking through life with no one ever telling her how beautiful the smile they shared was.

“Y/n/n…” is all he could say with a sigh as her sobs rippled from her lips over the line. She angled the mouthpiece away from her as she clapped her hand back over her mouth to muffle herself.

“I’m so sorry.” He said finally. “We should’ve been reminding you this entire time. Th-that was probably a lot to feel all at once, you know? From someone you like so much…” His mind drifted to the first time Derek was brave enough to say how beautiful he found Sam to be; standing in a museum and admiring a replica of Michaelangelo’s statue, David.

Remembering how he thought his knees would give out beneath him and the burn that nipped at his cheeks as he stuttered out his deflections. Derek merely scoffed and stepped closer to his friend, brushing fingers with the object of his affection and sharing a knowing look with him.

His very best friend.

“I felt like I—I don’t know. Never felt that way before.” She mumbled.

“I think you felt… loved, Y/n.” He shrugged, knowing the irreplaceable feeling of someone seeing you and loving you in the way no family or friend ever could. The girl froze atop her bed and shook her head quickly.

“I-I mean I’ve always felt loved by you and dad, always—“

“Not like that.”

“Ugh—“ she grumbled softly, “well that’s stupid, I’ve known him for a freakin’ week and I’m so wound up over this dude to to point of embarrassment and-and—” She concluded. “I feel pathetic, Sam!”

The teary boy chuckled at his sister’s anguish. “That’s exactly how love can make you feel sometimes.”

“Well, then it’s not right. That isn’t love.” She decided with a dejected heart.

“Love makes you feel uncomfortable things, sometimes. Sometimes love makes you shut down. Some people… run away.”

“Drugs made her run away, not love.” Y/n bit.

Sam felt it through the phone, flinching back a little at the reference to his mother. “I didn’t mean her, you know that… I just meant, maybe Eddie has a problem with describing his bigger feelings. Love makes you feel a lot of… different things at once. It’s scary, and you know that. Maybe he’s just as scared as you.” He suggested.

It was like the rubix cube clicked into place after days of twisting and turning, days of one side seeming to be done until you turn it around to discover another jumbled side to need unscrambled.

“Y-You don’t think it was me?” She asked with a whisper.

“Not even for a second.” He mumbled. “Might ‘just be a week’ with him but… I dunno, sometimes people just find each other, Y/n/n. People that go together.”

She chuckled and wiped the cold tears that laid on her cheeks. “Yeah, maybe.”

“So this party…” Sam asked.

“Mhm?”

“Steve said I’m invited.” He said with that familiar mischief in his voice.

“Indeed, you are.” She confirmed stiffly with a small smile tugging at her lips.

“Think it’s time we show Hawkins just how good we are?” He asked smugly.

Y/n rolled her eyes. “At what, Sam?”

“Having a good time!”

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Her eyes were already itchy. The skirt Chrissy talked her into kept riding up her thighs, the black outfit being far from what she imagined herself in at any party, but she’d promised Chrissy she could live her punk girl dreams through her tonight, and she would do just that.

She wore heavier eyeliner than she was used to, a black silk cami with lace trimming her friend Sara gifted to her the first time they went to a college party. The skirt was red plaid and quite tight, the fabric not giving much room to stretch but fitting nicely. Chrissy left her legs bare and insisted they switch shoes, wanting to stroll around in Y/n’s high top vans while Y/n sported Chrissy’s black converse all stars.

“Let’s walk in each other's shoes!” She’d suggested after they’d been plied with pot and a few shots while they finished getting ready. Y/n shot her a questioning look. “You can have my cheer confidence and I’ll have your laid back pothead vibes!” She giggled before dropping to the floor and searching for her other sneaker. Y/n chuckled and nodded, handing over her vans as she received the converse.

The last touch on Y/n’s outfit was a light, black denim jacket that Chrissy insisted stayed hanging off one shoulder, also exposing her chest and collarbone. “This is what happens to my jackets in general, why would I put it on this way?” Y/n asked, looking for understanding as she fiddled with the cuff of her sleeve and Chrissy placed a black choker around her neck.

“It’s to make you look… undone! Like you don’t care.” Chrissy said simply, fluffing out the long curls she worked into Y/n’s hair, Chrissy letting her own down around her shoulders and fluffing her bangs.

‘But I do care!’ She thought.

As they stood in front of her full length mirror, thankful her parents were out of town as well as Jason’s, the girls took in their handiwork. Chrissy decided against a skirt for herself this time, opting to wear fitted black jeans and a white cropped cami under the denim jacket Y/n leant her. Chrissy’s eyes were glazed and a pink she mostly wore on her nails, but tonight was an exception.

“Y’know, a certain little drummer boy is gonna lose his mind when he sees you.” Y/n mentioned as they gathered their things and headed for the door.

Chrissy blushed as they walked through the hallway. “You think so?” She asked as she tired half her hair up with a pink scrunchie, one that matched her eyes. Y/n nodded with a chuckle at the mental image of the boy with his jaw dropped.

As Chrissy locked the door behind them, Y/n noticed the bright headlights of the car in the driveway and the outlined bodies of Steve and Robin waiting inside. When they opened the back door, they were met by the interior lights flipping on and the meltdown Steve seemed to be having about his hair.

“I dunno what to tell you, Steve, I don’t exactly carry a can of Farrah Fawcett spray up my ass every—“

“I-I-Its just my side part isn’t doing the thing! Y’know the way it flops over so effortlessly—seatbelts, ladies—“ he glanced to the girls in the back through the rear view as he switched gears and backed out of the drive.

“It’s not effortless if you have to have a whole routine to make it look effortless, Steve-o. Besides you look fine, your hair always looks like that.” Robin shrugged before turning to the waiting friends in the back.

“Holy shit, I smell something burning—“ Robin began, sniffing the air in the car and instilling a panic into Steve.

“What?!—“ He skidded at the stop sign.

“—Oh! It’s just these two hot bitches you have in the back seat!” Robin cackled, now obviously either tipsy or a little high.

Chrissy got a big kick out of the joke while Y/n merely chuckled and looked out the window. She spun the regular thin silver rings on her fingers, some from her brother and father, a couple from her grandmother, but one from an unlikely sender.

She hated that it was her favorite. The one that sat on her right ring finger with her mother’s initials engraved on the plate. She spun it around and around, watching the black silhouette of the trees pass them by on the short ride to Jason Carver’s house.

“So, Y/n/n,” Steve asked in the mirror. Y/n nodded and met his eyes. “I heard your brother was thinking of coming out tonight, said he wanted to clear it with you…h-have you heard from him?” Steve’s brown eyes flashed from the road to the mirror, from the road to the mirror, desperation peeking through his facade.

Y/n cracked a smile and nodded, “Yeah, he’s gonna meet us there.” is all she said to make Steve nod and smile in relief.

The moon stayed hidden behind the tree line though Y/n longed to get a peek. She knew she’d have a good view of it later when she got home, no matter how the night ended.

The three other occupants of the car fell into easy conversation about the plans and games for the evening, Y/n only catching bits and pieces that her ears managed to grab through the overwhelming noise in her mind such as ‘bottle’ and ‘closet’.

By the time they pulled up to the house, the party was in full swing, and Y/n thought she noticed Eddie’s van was parked just down the road.

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“Are you ready?” Robin asked as Steve and Chrissy exited the car. Y/n turned to Robin, now noticing the lights were on again. She shrugged one shoulder and nodded. Robin sighed, and shook her head at her friend's nerves. “Y’know we don’t have to do this.” She asked.

Y/n nodded, “I know. But I want to. ‘S just scary.” She said with a sharp inhale and popped open the car door. The cold air kissed her cheeks, reminding her of the many nights she walked into a house party to come out and sigh in relief at the way the cold air greeted her hot and flushed skin, she looked forward to that feeling tonight.

Steve looked his friends up and down as if taking inventory. His gaze lingered on Y/n, her outfit throwing him for a loop. “You know you’re gonna kill him, right?” He asked as he fished his cigarettes out of his pocket and handed the carton out to Y/n. She took one and threw him a puzzled look as he pushed it closer to her.

“Take them all, I don’t need to get back on them.” He shrugged as Y/n tucked the pack into her pocket. “Last week fucked me—“ he stopped himself with a look at Y/n before his eyes flashed to Robin, “—Over. Fucked me over, you know? Thought it could be a casual thing but, uh. I guess I’m not that kinda guy.” He managed as they began walking to the front door.

Robin wrinkled up her face in confusion, wishing her best friend would tell her the full truth behind his sudden weirdness. She made a mental note to stay sober enough to keep tabs on him as well.

Chrissy linked their arms together with a smile plastered on her face. “We’re in for a wild night, friends. Tonight—everything changes!” She said with a deep breath before ushering her friends ahead of her.

As soon as Y/n crossed the threshold, it was like she entered another timeline, like the whole place was just a liminal space you see in a dream or maybe a movie? Perhaps a memory.

She kept her eyes on the floor until she felt Chrissy’s hand take hers. Their eyes met and the cheerleader gave the shy girl a small nod of encouragement as Robin and Steve walked ahead of her. “C’mon, honey, I won’t leave you. Not until it’s time.” She said in a chipper yet foreboding tone, leading her further into Jason Carver’s home.

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Now that Y/n had thought about it, she realized this had been her first party completely without Sam, well until he showed up. There was a deep knot in her stomach, a tension so tight she could hardly stand, so she opted for sitting until she was able to get a joint.

Chrissy occupied the middle seat of the couch, snug with her new bestie to the slight dejection of the rest of the squad who lingered on the other side of the room. Y/n was familiar with the bewildered and poorly hidden glances being thrown her way. Chrissy was engaged in an eager conversation with Robin and a couple other girls from the school band.

Y/n suddenly felt like a sitting duck in a pool of sharks, sitting with the most desirable girl in school in a house packed with people she wouldn’t ever wish a good time upon. The boys were loud and smelly, carrying on the most pointless of conversations and echoing the same goofy laugh that spilled from their leader's mouth.

Jason Carver stood out on the back porch, running the beer pong table surrounded by an easily entertained audience. She was ripped away from her trance when Chrissy elbowed her in the side and stood, holding out her hand. “C’mon I’m gonna find you some weed.” Y/n agreed immediately.

Chrissy pulled Y/n along to the stairs, noticing a few stragglers at the landing sitting and chatting away, a certain aroma lingered and an easiness that settled over the space around them; they were definitely the smoke circle.

But Chrissy didn’t stop there, she kept going up until she reached what seemed to be a game room, dartboards, a small hoop and foam balls, a pool table, and air hockey all around the perimeter of the room with seating in the center in front of a large television. Only the room wasn’t lacking in occupants like Y/n hoped.

There was a group of drama and art kids engaged in easy conversation with the older members of Hellfire, who wore their shirts like a gang. Eddie sat in a bean bag chair in the corner, his lunchbox sat securely in his lap as he smoked a joint in silence. His knee moved up and down rapidly, rattling the metal handle and latches of the box with every bounce.

Y/n’s breath caught at the sight of him, hoping now wasn’t the time Chrissy would abandon her. Instead, Chrissy walked right up to Gareth, who stood with his foot up on the coffee table, red cup in hand as he spoke to Jeff and a guy that was the current lead of the school production.

As if royalty approached, the boys ceased their conversation to address Chrissy and her lady trailing behind. Gareth’s eyes lit up as they raked over her figure. “Chrissy, hey!” He smiled, his eyes unmoving from the blonde’s. Y/n cracked a smile at the lovesick boy and was thankful for the people separating her from Eddie for once.

“I’m so glad you could make it, Gareth! And-and everyone else, too!” She said with a similar dreamy tone. The boy was red as a cherry tomato as he looked down at her, the smile on his face matching hers. She motioned for him to come closer, making his heart leap in his chest and his thoughts questioning if he smelled good enough.

“Y’know I could really use your help getting our friends together… I have some ideas in mind?” She asked as Gareth nodded without hesitation, pledging his undying loyalty with one look. She lowered her voice for discretion and gave him the rundown starting with a joint for Y/n’s nerves.

At the mention of her name, Gareth glanced around the room until his eyes fell on Y/n, standing just behind Chrissy. He took in her altered appearance, the corners of his mouth turning down and his eyes widening in shocked approval.

“And can you be, like, super discreet? We don’t exactly want Y/n catching his eye, just yet.” She asked with her hands clasped in front of her.

Gareth smiled and nodded, “—Course, Chrissy. Anything for… for you guys.” He said, digging in his pocket. Chrissy turned Y/n by the shoulders as she heard Gareth address Eddie, “Hey man, some girl gave me $10 for a pre-roll—“

They descended the staircase, the circle at the landing having expanded by at least double. Their collective laughter roared over the music, sounding so close to a sitcom laugh track. It wasn’t until she saw Robin and Steve that she noticed Sam in the middle of it all, a smart sweater over a collared shirt and light wash jeans donning his long legs. Steve leaned on the bannister with his cup in hand, though it still looked like he hadn’t bothered to take a drink.

Sam’s eyes glanced from Chrissy to Y/n as they stepped around the group of stoners, mumbling their ‘excuse me’s. “Y/n/n!” He hissed in quiet excitement, definitely already blazed.

Y/n’s face burned at the prospect of her brother seeing her fancy little party outfit. “Ugh, my sister, everyone! Say hi, I made friends!” He said, most definitely already high. Y/n chuckled at his antics as the smoke circle gave their giggly hellos.

“Dude, did you drive here?” She asked quietly, taking in his intoxicated state.

Sam shook his head, “Nah, nah, I took me a leisurely walk. The bronco’s at home.”

She nodded and offered a shy wave to the group as Gareth hustled down the stairs, lighting up when he saw Chrissy’s eyes already on his.

Instead of walking through the group at the foot of the stairs, he crouched down at the railing and stuck his hand through the bars, concealing a blunt and lighter with his long fingers and palm. Chrissy skittered over with a pink flush to retrieve it from him. Y/n watched the exchange, practically feeling the butterflies fluttering within them.

Gareth mumbled something that made Chrissy giggle shyly and look down at her feet before she bit her lip and responded coyly, taking another step closer to the railing that was eye level with her. Gareth chuckled quietly and nodded before standing and making his way up the stairs, looking back to find Chrissy watching him the whole way.

When Gareth was out of sight, Chrissy walked back to Y/n, pinching her by the sleeve lightly and tugging. “Let's go somewhere private to spark up this bad boy, huh?” She asked Y/n, her eyes flickering to Steve, Sam, and Robin to confirm they’d heard her suggestion. Y/n nodded and followed Chrissy out of the front door.

The porch was deserted and dark and an empty bench swing looked like a great spot to be. The girls sat down and Chrissy handed over the weed and lighter. Y/n accepted it almost hungrily, having it lit and smoking between her lips in no time at all. She felt the need to bring one leg up to her chest but knew she couldn’t because of her wardrobe choice. A twisted feeling rolled over her.

“You okay?” Chrissy whispered with concern. Y/n nodded through her deepest drag yet, handing it over to Chrissy and instead of answering verbally she took in a sharp, deep, and gasping breath through her mouth. Chrissy crinkled her brows together as Y/n leaned the other way and began a coughing fit.

“Are-Are you sure? Can you breathe?” Chrissy chuckled before taking a small hit and beginning a similar fit to her friend. Y/n chuckled when she could manage and found herself smiling.

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll be good. What about you, huh? What did, uh, Gareth say that got you all smiley back there?” Y/n asked as she accepted the blunt back. Chrissy rolled her eyes and looked down at her lap.

“He told me he hoped my boyfriend didn’t mind me smoking weed and I said I hoped he did.” She giggled with warm cheeks as Y/n’s eyes widened.

“Chrissy!” Y/n smiled and nudged her friend's arm with her own as they began swinging back and forth. Chrissy shrugged through her small drag.

“Jason is so… nit-picky about everything I decide for myself— I mean he has an opinion on everything about me, and for once I’d like it if a guy just smiled when I say I wanna skip cheer practice or agree with me when I say I’m tired of my moms diets and just want a greasy burger and fries, you know? And the way Gareth smiles at me… Like, when he saw me upstairs… I just. I couldn’t care less anymore what Jason Carver thinks. And I’m ending it—tonight.” She smiled almost smugly.

“Ton-tonight?? At his own house??” Y/n asked incredulously.

Chrissy nodded as she watched her friend take a deep toke, the blunt about halfway gone. “After all the years he’s embarrassed me at parties? Oh yeah. He’s been on my case more than usual lately since I haven’t ‘been myself’,” She chuckled. “But, tonight, I’m not acting the way he wants me to.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Oh, yeah.” She confirmed.

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After they were properly buzzed and relaxed from the blunt, the girls headed back inside where they found Sam and the group still engaged in conversation. The house seemed to be even more packed though no one had come through the front while the girls were on the porch. Y/n moved to walk to the kitchen, where she’d start any party, but Chrissy led her friend back up the stairs. Y/n glanced at Sam whose eyes were already on her. He smiled encouragingly and raised his cup to her as if he knew more.

By the time they reached the game room again, everyone was already gathered in an almost circle. Eddie sat unmoved from his spot on the chair in the corner, currently chatting with a couple buying from him, helping them decide between an eighth or a quarter.

Chrissy held Y/n by the wrist and scanned the dim room for Gareth, finding him lingering close to Eddie talking with a couple of other kids. With Chrissy’s heart leaping in her chest, she hastily made her way across the room to tap Gareth on the shoulder. He turned and smiled at her immediately, “Well don’t you look pretty in pink.” He said, looking between her watery blue eyes.

Chrissy giggled in embarrassment, the saccharine exchange having Y/n stifle a snort.

“Oh, gosh, is it really that bad?” Chrissy turned to Y/n, widening her eyes to give her a proper look at the intense shade of magenta her whites were turning.Y/n’s eyes widened as her jaw dropped then snapped closed, nodding her head ‘yes’ as Chrissy groaned.

Gareth couldn’t help but chuckle warmly at her, placing his hand on her shoulder and assuring her, “Hey, it’s okay, it’s your party! Why wouldn’t you let loose, huh? Besides, you really do look pretty in pink… every time… not just when you smoke.” He shrugged nervously. Chrissy stared into his eyes dreamily as she forgot the whole reason she orchestrated this shindig in the first place.

Years of walking on eggshells at every social function because Jason didn’t want her to have a good time had her nervous about simply doing what everyone else was doing. What Jason was doing. Who, by the way, hadn’t bothered to check on his girlfriend once throughout the night.

Chrissy smiled and shook her head at Gareth before mustering a stuttering and breathless thank you. Gareth nodded earnestly, his gaze lingering on hers then tore his gaze away to glance to Y/n who still stood just behind her friend.

Gareth cleared his throat and looked at Chrissy again, turning to Jeff and tapping his shoulder to get his attention. The boy turned with a hard look on his face before he realized it was only his buddy and promptly handed him an empty long necked bottle.

Y/n had an inkling Chrissy’s scheme would involve some sort of risqué party game, though she hadn’t played spin the bottle while downright infatuated with someone.

Let alone with that someone being in the room.

Chrissy took the bottle gratefully and sauntered to the center of the room, leaving Y/n with Gareth. The boy took one large comical step over to Y/n, leaning down to utter in her ear, “Fancy meeting you here.” He elbowed her lightly to get a chuckle out of her.

“Okay, everyone, who’s ready for truth or dare?” Chrissy asked like the proud hostess she was. The room of misfits and grateful guests agreed with excitement, gathering in the circle eagerly. Eddie stood from his seat quickly, searching for Gareth and the others, hoping to round everyone up and get the heck out of dodge, but was puzzled when he found his best friends getting comfortable on the carpet, fully intending to participate.

That was when he noticed who exactly Gareth was seated next to, their legs almost brushing as she sat with her knees to the side and leaned on her hand closest to Gareth. Eddie must’ve looked like a lost kid clutching his lunchbox to his chest when he looked at Chrissy, who still stood in the middle and was asking two of the art girls to save her a seat between them.

Chrissy met Eddie’s eyes with hope then glanced over to a Hellfire boy that sat next to Jeff, “Hey, Ned, can you make room for Eddie?” She asked.

Ned’s eyes widened before he nodded and shuffled to make space. Chrissy looked back at Eddie with a face that said ‘trust me’. She caught the slight pleading tilt to his head and nodded assuringly. A sigh escaped him as he stepped through the middle of the circle to take his place between his friends, trying hard not to stare at the girl he desperately wanted to sit with.

“Okay, friends, here’s how we play,” Chrissy placed the bottle in the middle of the circle and found her seat between Claire and Emily. “When it’s your turn, spin the bottle. Whoever it lands on is who is choosing a truth or dare— and before it’s even suggested, you can’t make anyone do a dare, okay? If you want to skip your turn, you have to take a shot or a hit from the joint! Let’s make sure everyone has a good time , ‘kay?” She asked cheerily.

Everyone looked amongst one another and nodded in agreement. Chrissy spun the bottle first and it landed on a girl from band. “Dylan! Truth or dare?” Chrissy asked with shining eyes.

“Uh, dare?” The girl asked with worry in her eyes.

Chrissy narrowed her eyes in thought and glanced to the boy that was always following her at school, definitely not her boyfriend cause he never touched her, but Chrissy had seen the way Dylan looked at him when he wasn’t paying attention. “I dare you… to sit in his lap till your next turn!.” Chrissy said, gauging their reactions as the heated blush took over their faces and the girl clamored over into the boy's lap, smiling when his arms circled around her waist and held her close. Their friends murmured their aww’s while Chrissy basked in the warmth of the blossoming love she was responsible for.

“Now, Dylan spins!” Chrissy instructed.

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After three more turns of a daring neck kiss, one tongue touch, and one truth of Ned’s admittance to his virginity, Chrissy had been asked for the truth about Jessica Chapman and if her tits were actually that big. Instead, Chrissy took a hit off a joint, letting Gareth hold it for her in the center of the circle as everyone watched.

Eddie couldn’t help but watch the way Chrissy looked at Gareth, the way Y/n had looked at him a few times now that he’d thought about it. Gareth muttered something silly to Chrissy as she pulled off the joint, a small smile working its way on her face before she started chuckling which evolved into hacking.

Had this been Jason, he’d have told her to get a grip, maybe even rolled his eyes.

Instead, Gareth chuckled and patted her back, “You want some water?” He offered before she gained her bearings and shook her head no, but thanked him with big round doe eyes before she went back to her seat.

“Okay, my turn!” She smiled, spinning the bottle. Y/n’s heart had thudded in her ears as she watched the exchanges between everyone. She’d seen worse things come of truth or dare, but she couldn’t help but worry the bottle would land on herself or worse, Eddie.

He was easily the best looking guy in the room, and with the sexual tension settling over the group like a blanket, the possibilities were endless. She didn’t think she could bear to see him do any of these things with anyone else.

She couldn’t miss the way a couple of the girls in the room were eying their prospects, how their gazes lingered on Eddie. Y/n could only allow herself to glance in his direction every so often, sometimes catching his eye for a millisecond before he looked away.

Little did she know Eddie was seated not too far away feeling the same way, watching the bottle turn round and round, endlessly. When it slowed, Chrissy stuck her hand out to stop it right on Y/n.

Y/n took a deep breath and looked Chrissy in the eye while mustering up her best confidence to hold her gaze. “Y/n/n… truth or dare?” Chrissy sang.

Y/n swallowed hard and tried to ignore the way Eddie fidgeted with his rings in worry as he held his knees to his chest.

Chrissy wouldn’t do anything to humiliate you

Or would she?? This could be apart of the long game she’s playing, maybe Jason put her up to—

“Dare.” She said, silencing the voice that nagged her constantly with the single word.

Eddie stifled a gasp and masked it as a breath. A few people murmured amongst one another at the prospect, having never heard the girl speak until now, not to mention she showed up with Chrissy Cunningham despite never really being seen with her at school.

Chrissy was pleased with her answer and licked her lips before letting her eyes flicker to Eddie. “I dare you… to take Eddie Munson to the closet,” the room gasped, “for seven minutes in heaven.” The crowd let loose a couple ‘oh my God’s and wolf whistles. Eddie’s face was red, not knowing whether to feel excited or embarrassed.

“What do you say? Do you accept the dare?” Chrissy asked quietly.

Y/n’s heart beat in her throat, the cotton mouth suddenly drying up every drop of saliva she had left.

Instead of answering she stood up, earning herself a few cheers from the other players on the floor. Eddie’s breath caught in his throat at the full sight of her, her legs in that skirt. The Hellfire boys quietly urged their friend to go, the looks on their faces reading ‘Why are you still here?’ ‘Are you that high?’

Y/n followed Chrissy promptly, not wanting to see if Eddie decided to run or worse, take the shot and stay to play. But instead she was relieved when heard the scuff of his shoe catching against the hall rug behind her. Y/n cracked a smile to herself at the thought.

“Okay, friends!” Chrissy opened a door, revealing a nearly empty coat closet and ushered them inside. “I’ll be back in maybe seven minutes, I dunno, could be here longer. We’ll see!” She said with a smile and shut the door on them, taking any source of light with her.

The quiet seemed to close in on them, the only sounds between them being the uneasy breath they tried to keep quiet. Y/n cleared her throat. “Hi.” She offered dryly.

She could hear the smile in his chuckle. “Hi.” He said quietly.

She dared to move her hand from her side forward to gauge their proximity and bumped his own, quickly retreating. “Sorry.” She whispered.

“What did I say about sorry?” He asked in a low and longing whisper.

“What?” She asked, wishing she could look into his eyes.

“Don’t.. apologize for existing, sweetheart.” His assurance warmed her chest and brought tears to her eyes but only for a millisecond before she remembered the last time she felt this way. Then she was angry.

“Make up your mind, Eddie.” She said with quiet harshness. It was enough to make Eddie flinch back.

“I-I, uh, are we doing this here?”

“I dunno, what are we doing here? I’m pretty sure that’s up to you, big boy… those are the rules right?” She said with an edge in her voice that was almost sultry.

He cocked his head, “I’m lost, how high are you?”

She scoffed, “Oh, god, not this game again—Y’know I wish you’d stop underestimating me! I can handle my weed, okay? I’ve smoked regularly long before you came into my life, and I’ll smoke long after you’ve left, so if you’re asking how I’m handling my weed before I make decisions, you’re checking on the wrong person!” She spewed heatedly, her words slightly slurring as her high built, poking her finger into his chest, which was only a couple inches from her nose.

She could feel the heat coming off his chest, amplifying the spicy cologne he always wore under the layers of smoke and musk that came with his day. The thoughts in her head urged her to bury her nose there and wrap him up in a tight hug.

Eddie stood flustered and stuttering at the confrontation, never seeing—or hearing—her like this before. “Wha—I jus—I wasn’t—“

“What happened that night, Eddie?” She asked softly.

Eddie wished he could look her in the eye, recalling just how beautiful they were the day they met.

“D-Do you not remember?” He asked with uncertainty.

She shook her head and scoffed, “Do I—it’s all I can think about! Y’know, Eddie, I thought you liked me. But I know things happen when people are high, and I get it if I came on too strong or-or-or if I freaked you out, but…” the words had come out so quickly she hadn’t had time to realize she was really doing all of this right here right now, and suddenly she couldn’t be more thankful to be without light.

She took a deep breath and continued, “No one’s ever told me they thought I was beautiful. Especially not… not someone I like…”

Eddie’s mouth gaped at the fog clearing in his head. His sweet, sweet girl…

“I didn’t mean to cry… and I’m really sorry if it made things weird—“ she stopped speaking when she felt his hands on her cheeks.

“What have I said about apologizing?” He whispered next to her ear.

“Eddie…” she sighed desperately, feeling the heat of his mouth suddenly so close to her own.

“What the hell is this?!” Sounded through the door. The two jumped apart at the voice of Jason Carver yelling upstairs and Chrissy’s responding.

“My party! Like we agreed on, remember?” She asked with no holds barred, speaking to him like he had spent so long speaking to her. Tonight Jason would know what it was like.

“Chrissy—” Y/n mumbled, fumbling for the door knob with shaking hands. Eddie closed his hand around hers and helped her open it, letting her go before him. Y/n rushed through, keeping her grip on Eddie’s hand as they ran down the hall.

Jason and a couple of the jocks stood at the top of the stairs, looking into the game room where many people were in precarious positions. Chrissy being among them. Jason seemed to sway side to side as he stood, making sense of the scene before him.

“Jason, you said it was my party and that I could invite who I wanted to and play the games I wanted to, if you didn’t mean it, then you shouldn’t have agreed! Or were you just not listening?” Chrissy asked without shame. Y/n’s jaw dropped at her fearlessness.

Jason’s nostrils flared as his eyes darted around the room behind her. Y/n glanced behind Jason and his goons to find Sam, Steve, and Robin just ahead of the group of stoners that had camped at the foot of the staircase, Sam's eyes on hers. He raised his brows as if to ask if she was okay, to which she nodded.

“Chrissy, these people aren’t your friends! They’re-they’re weirdos! We don’t know them! It’s like inviting a stranger into my home!” He tried to deflect.

“That hasn’t ever mattered until now.” She shot back.

Jason skimmed the room for something to pick at, his eyes landing on Y/n and Eddie almost instantly. “Oh, c’mon—where did you two come from?” He asked, disgust lacing his words.

“We were just—“ Y/n went to cover for them when Chrissy interrupted.

“You’ve never cared who gets fucked in your bed, so why does it matter?” She quipped, giving the audience exactly what they wanted.

“All you trailer trash mother—“ Jason took three large steps towards the couple in the hall, charging like a raging bull as Y/n braced herself bravely in front of Eddie. Suddenly Chrissy stepped in front of Jason, yelling something Y/n couldn’t make out before he shoved the blonde out of the way carelessly.

“HEY!” An uncharacteristically rough and loud voice grabbed the room’s attention. Gareth stepped into view and dangerously close to Jason’s face as he uttered, “Don’t fuckin’ touch her.”

“You’re not gonna tell me how to treat my girlfriend, freak.” Jason shoved Gareth away lightly.

Chrissy stepped back in, adrenaline coursing through her as the words she’d been dying to say built in her throat. “Maybe he should since I’m tired of being your girlfriend!”

The words seem to echo through the house as a soft roar of ‘ooh’s rushed below them downstairs. Jason seemed frozen in place while fire blazed in his eyes.

“He may be a freak but at least he’s nice to be around.” She finished. His gaze landed on Gareth and his sudden closeness to Chrissy, or should he say Chrissy’s sudden closeness to Gareth.

Chrissy stepped back, bumping into Gareth’s chest but not bothering to move. Jason’s fury melted into calm, though it was only skin deep— the same anger burned in his eyes.

“Oh, I should’ve known you’d turn out to be a slut.” He scoffed, saving face.

The crowd gasped, Gareth stepped around Chrissy with the same skill of a prize-fighter, but not before Y/n found herself directly in front of Jason, grabbing him by the shoulder and sending a solid fist to his jaw.

Her knuckles popped when they crashed against his face, the burning slap of skin against skin humming through her fist as he fell backward into the arms of his friends, who quickly pushed him back onto his feet and sent him back with force, his punch following.

Y/n gasped and almost flinched away but remembered her friend behind her. Instead she only closed her eyes, bracing herself for the hit that never came.

She felt Chrissy’s hands on her shoulders yanking her back. When Y/n opened her eyes, she found a wall of bodies closing the gap between Jason and herself, recognizing them to be Eddie, Gareth, Steve, and Sam, the boys red faced and yelling over one another down at the drunk and slurring Jason.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“Can’t swing on guys your own size, Carver?”

“If you wanna fight, we can fight!”

“Do you hit your mother like that, Jason?”

The rest of the basketball team rushed to defend his honor.

“He’s just drunk, he would never!”

“If that little bitch would’ve kept her hands to herself—“

“His parents won’t be happy to hear he’s been assaulted in his own home!”

“You freaks are animals!”

Y/n felt cemented to the spot as her heart pounded in her chest, wondering if the scene before her would turn into an all out brawl. The party goers around them made their way to the exit, shoving the occupants of the stairs out the door as the boys grew louder.

“Sounds like pussy shit to me, Carver, gotta have all your little friends speak for you?” Eddie spat, the veins in his thick neck protruding more and more the louder he got.

Gareth zeroed in on the guy in front of him as he exuded strong silence, looking down his nose at the bleach blond Jason Carver wannabe as he yelled up at his face. Despite being up against the basketball team, the boys from Hellfire seemed bigger, granted a couple of them were held back.

Sam stood next to Eddie with steam pouring out of his ears, his nostrils flared as he stood with his drink still in hand, “Say the word, man, we can take this outside real fast, but you’re not gonna touch my sister—“

“I’ll throw your scrawny ass over the fucking railing, Jason, it’s not a fucking joke anymore.” Eddie muttered almost nose to nose with Jason Carver, the pink faced boy growing heated and overwhelmed with the noise and chaos around him.

Eddie noticed this immediately and wanted nothing more than to set the fucker off. He nudged Jason’s nose with his own, a brave grin growing across his face as he said “C’mon, Jason, I know you’ve been dying to kiss me, c’mon lay it on me, big boy.”

Jason’s eyes grew wide as he flinched away from Eddie’s face, rearing his fist back to hit him, but not before Sam could toss his drink in Jason’s face and effectively blind him.

“Dude, what the fuck!” Jason cried.

The scrappy boys hopped on their opportunity, throwing hands before the jocks could have an advantage. Shirts were grabbed and hands were thrown, some of the jocks were trying to gang up on Gareth, some others on Sam, but Eddie and Jason had each other.

Steve didn’t hesitate to jump to Sam’s aide, the basketball team stepping back the moment they realized the notorious King Steve was now involved.

Gareth took a hit to the side of the face, taking no time to recover before he swung his fist back at a guy named Mark.

“You hit like my mom!” Gareth spit at the boy in front of him.

Grant, Jeff, and Ned worked their way in front of Y/n, pushing her and Chrissy back against the wall and obscuring their view to the situation in the middle of the room.

Eddie and Jason threw jab after jab, some body shots mixed in with some blows to the head, knuckles beginning to bust as they did.

“Y’know it’s real pathetic of you to take advantage of a nice little girl like her.” Jason muttered as they pushed against each other, the crowd of fleeing party goers pushing them together.

Eddie scoffed, “You don’t know anything about her.”

“I know enough. I know that she could definitely do better than you. Unless she turns into a crack whore like your moth—“ Jason didn’t have the chance to finish his words as Eddie held the boy by the shoulders and reared his head back, throwing it forward and sending his forehead straight into Jason Carver’s nose.

Twice.

The boy dropped with a scream.

Soon, everyone was rushing out of the house, Sam quickly finding Y/n and pulling her out with him as her eyes lingered behind, watching as Eddie pulled Gareth to his feet and helped him steady himself. The letterman’s screamed at them to get out and never come back as they clamored for the stairs, now filled with bodies trying to move both up and down.

Y/n was midway down the staircase managing to stay close to her brother and friends, finding Chrissy right behind her as they stepped off the stairs and out the front door.

“Chrissy! Are you okay??” Y/n asked urgently, looking her friend over for any signs of harm on the front lawn of Jason’s house. Chrissy’s smile was plastered on her face.

“I’m fine! Really, I’m great! I just—Has Gareth come out yet? What about Eddie? Are they okay?” She craned her neck towards the house and looked around the yard. Sam and Robin ran back up to the girls, breathless.

“Hey! Why aren’t we in the car, let’s get out of here before the cops come!” Sam urged.

“Did you see Gareth and Eddie come out?” Y/n asked the two as Chrissy’s eyes stayed glued to the door. Sam and Robin shared a grave look and shook their heads. Y/n’s stomach twisted at the prospect of them all being alone in Jason’s house with a room full of jocks.

Suddenly a loud thud sounded from the foyer of the house, familiar chaos coming from the loud mouths of the boys in leather, yelling obscenities over their shoulders as they struggled out of the house with their wounded friends.

“Fuck you Carver!”

“What a way to treat your guests, man—“

“See you Monday!”

Before the girls could gain their attention the boys had leapt over the hedges, Gareth tripping and pulling Eddie down with him—“fuckin’ shit, man, go, go, go!”

They fell hard but got up as fast as they went down, hobbling to the van parked under the shady limbs of a Bradford pear tree and piling everyone in the back. Y/n and Chrissy chuckled at their intoxicated gumption and hustled for Steve’s idling BMW.

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The car ride was fast and full of adrenaline, the windows were rolled down to relieve everyone of the hot stress that trickled down their faces as they loudly recounted the events of the night.

“Holy fucking shit! Y/n, I can’t believe you were actually about to take that hit from Jason.” Robin exclaimed from the front seat.

“—You should’ve seen seen it from where I was standing, it looked like she did for a second!” Sam cried from the backseat, sitting to the left of Y/n, Chrissy sitting on her right.

Y/n shook her head bashfully, noting the warmth behind her eyes and how heavy they felt in her head from the weed and intensity of the evening.

Chrissy looked to Y/n, “I can’t wait any longer, tell me what happened in the closet!!!”

“The what?!” The rest of the car shouted.

“We talked! I think we may have been misreading the whole thing on both ends, but before we could really get anywhere—“

“EW!” Sam wretched with his tongue out.

“—Not like that!” She half lied, “Before we could get anywhere, Jason had to be Jason and cause a scene.” She shrugged. “But that’s okay! The hard part’s over. I feel… I feel so much better.” She noticed, now peaceful enough to feel the high covering her like a hug.

“I’m proud of you, kiddo.” Sam said, his gaze more earnest than his voice.

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Steve dropped Robin and Chrissy off at home first, then Y/n. Sam didn’t get out of the car, Y/n only noticing when she made it five steps towards the house without hearing another car door open and close. She turned on her heel and looked at Sam and Steve with a furrowed brow.

“Ew.” Is all she said.

Sam’s jaw dropped open in fake offense, pressing a hand to his chest as Steve blushed and chuckled. “Excuse me, missy, I just thought I’d give you some privacy.”

Y/n’s brow knitted together further as she shook her head in confusion. Sam nodded further down the road, Y/n following his gaze to the familiar van parked a little down the curb. Her heart leapt before she met Sam’s eye again.

“Ew.” He mocked as she stepped toward his door with a blush. She leaned down to his open window and smirked.

“love you.”

He chuckled, his eyes turning soft. “love you too.”

She nodded and patted the windowsill. She looked at Steve with the best straight face she could muster, “Don’t get pregnant.” She said, breaking into a smile as Sam burst out laughing and Steve responded, “You, either.”

Sam screamed at Steve’s wit and cackled louder before they pulled away from the curb. Y/n ran to Eddie’s van, tapping at the window before noticing no one was inside. She cocked her head and turned to look at her house, almost immediately spotting him by the chimney, a faint trail of smoke curling upwards towards the moon.

She bit her lip and ran inside the house, thankful for her father’s night shift. Her heart hammered in her chest as she made her way down the hall, her high from the night wearing off now. She opened her door and didn’t care to change into pants, the adrenaline kicking up in her veins warming her along with the building ache in her core.

She wrenched the window open, catching a whiff of the joint that was burning. She sighed and turned to her stereo. Her eyes flickered over the titles, her trusty Smiths case laying open, the tape still in the deck.

She cued up the song she desired and hit play, leaving the room before it even started.

“Oh, mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head…”

She climbed the tree, sighing in content when the song sounded loud enough to be heard loud and clear outside. Eddie sat cooly, his back up against the chimney and a leg stretched out in front of him, the other drawn up close to him to rest his elbow on, a joint burning in his hand. His eyes were sparkling and set on her as she crawled across the branch.

He stood, taking large steps to her to help her steady herself as she gained her footing, grabbing her hands in his. “Thanks.” She mumbled as they stepped over to their spot.

He sat first, as if this were his special place and gestured for her to sit with him. She situated herself as Morrisey’s voice kept them company.

“I know it’s over still I cling, I don’t know where else I can go…”

“What are you doing here?” She asked quietly as he handed her the joint. Eddie chuckled as she took a drag.

“This… amazing girl ran out on me during seven minutes in heaven…” he shook his head with a tsk. Y/n’s face heated as she choked out a cough.

“‘S that so?” She asked.

Eddie nodded, accepting the joint back and taking a hit. “Yep, and it was going real well too,” he exhaled a long cloud of smoke as the breeze carried it far away. “—or at least I thought. She had a friend to save, turns out I did too. But, uh, pretty unfair if you ask me.” He grimaced, keeping his focus on the burning end of the stick.

Y/n chuckled and nodded in agreement, “Yeah, I, uh, feel sorry for her.”

Eddie flinched back in confusion, “Huh?”

Y/n grabbed his wrist and brought the joint to her lips, inhaling deeply as he watched in awe, his goddess returning. He followed the outline of her nose, hoping he could press a tender kiss there some morning soon before school.

His eyes flickered over her cheeks, wanting to reach out and cradle the softness of them, knowing she’d lean into his touch just like he wanted her to.

“Loud, loutish lover, treat her kindly…”

She exhaled and opened her eyes, moving his hand to the side but not releasing his wrist. “She didn’t get to kiss you.” She whispered, the confidence deep within her shining through like the stars around her.

“And I know it’s over still I cling, I don’t know where else to go, over and over and over and over…”

Eddie scooted closer and stamped out the joint, half gone. She met his eye and couldn’t help the smile tugging at her lips when she noticed the way he looked at her.

“You’re so beautiful.” He said without shame. His face was lit by the waning moon, his hair so dark it almost blended against the night sky around him. Y/n’s breath caught in her throat, she looked down at his hand covering hers, his thumb stroking her hand lovingly.

“Look at me, sweetheart.” He whispered.

Her teary eyes met his. He shook his head to himself and continued, “I’m so sorry… for being a coward. I assumed the worst and should’ve just talked to you… I was so scared that if I brought it up… you’d be embarrassed or think I only brought you to my trailer to get you high and take advantage of you—“

“What if…” She got the courage to say, “I went to your house because I wanted you to take advantage of me?” She suggested daringly.

Eddie blanched and swallowed his pride hard, “Y-You did?”

Y/n chuckled coyly, averting her eyes down between them, her shy smile playing at her lips before she nodded. Eddie sat stunned at the thought of the pure sweet angel in front of him having dirty ulterior motives.

She chuckled at his reaction and listened to her intrusive, impulsive thought that urged her to swing a leg over his lap to keep him right where she wanted him this time. Eddie gasped as she clutched the lapels of his vest, his hands flying to her hips and ass.

“Nerves of steel, huh?” He asked, releasing a tense and shaking breath.

Y/n only giggled and leaned in, taking his lips in a soft kiss, savoring the thickness of his bottom lip between hers as she mouthed at it. He moaned against her, further encouraging her to keep going.

“While they're in each other's arms...

It's so easy to laugh

It's so easy to hate

It takes strength to be gentle and kind”

He grabbed at her body, pulling her impossibly closer as her kisses grew with urgency. The clicks and smacks of their affection egged them on, their skin growing hot with every passing second they spent touching each other.

“You’re everything to me, Y/n—everything.” He mumbled against her, his fingers now in her hair as he held her face to plant heated kisses all over.

Y/n practically swooned at the admission, gripping onto his arms tighter and grinding her throbbing core down onto Eddie’s. He groaned at the sensation, his hips following hers and creating a delicious friction he’d never felt at the hands of someone else.

“You’re all I think about anymore, Eddie— I want you so bad.” She whispered before diving down to his neck. Another surge of warmth rushed to her center when she nosed at his skin and inhaled more of his scent.

Eddies eyes rolled back and he felt his dick throb.

His inner voice was screaming in victory as ‘I want you so bad’ echoed through his head.

‘She’s in your lap!’

‘She’s going to town on your neck’

‘She wants you! Make your move!’

“D’ya—mmm—you wanna go get warm under the covers?” He asked daringly. “You still owe me five more minutes in heaven, angel.” He caressed her thighs, making her arch her back involuntarily at the affection. Y/n bit her lip and nodded with a blush smattering her cheeks.

The couple kissed three times more before climbing down, smiles unmoving from their swollen and red lips.

Y/n was through her window first, shrugging off her jacket as Eddie maneuvered his long legs through, scooting across the end of her bed with a mischievous smile. He stood to his full height, towering over her as she stood in the most revealing outfit she’d worn, not to mention in front of him.

He traced the choker around her neck with his index finger, trailing down her sternum and to the lace trim of her camisole. He followed the incline up to the silky strap and hooked it with his finger, pushing it off her shoulder gently.

“When I saw you like this at the party…” he started, “I knew I couldn’t watch anyone do those dares with you…” he pushed the hair away from her neck.

“and that I absolutely love this skirt on you.”

She gasped as she felt his fingers at her waist, tracing the fabric teasingly. “Who’s got nerve now?” He asked in her ear with a smirk as she fanned a breath across his neck.

Instead of waiting for him, she pushed up on her toes to lay warm kisses where her breath had hit him seconds before. Her hand wound around the other side of his neck, lacing loosely in his hair as the other rested on his shoulder.

His grip on her tightened as he groaned. “C’mere, baby.” He muttered, pulling her to sit down on his lap at the end of her bed. With a vibrating core, she climbed on top of him, meeting his lips again with a sigh, the anxious tension melting from her body as they sank into the bed.

Eddie found himself leaning back against the familiar plush of her mattress. Her hands cradled his jaw like he was breakable, her kisses warming him from the inside out. He kissed back with vigor, like he was hungry and she was the only thing he craved.

Which, this wasn't far from the truth.

Y/n’s hair began to fall forward around them, her tresses making their way between them and causing her to pull back breathlessly, sitting atop his lap as he laid flat, staring up at her in wonder.

“Shit, sorry.” She sighed, looking around her room for a hair tie and swiveling in his lap as she did. He suppressed a moan as she turned to get off the bed, the pressure and friction everything he needed before she left him.

She walked over to her nightstand and swiped one from there. She avoided his gaze as she tied her hair back. Eddie scooted back to the head of the bed against her pillows, not knowing how far this was about to go.

He swallowed hard as he sat up against the wall, staring down at his socked feet and then back up as her figure moved to the stereo. The Smiths had ended and ejected, the silence amplifying the smallest of sounds. The bed creaked as he shifted his weight, Y/n picked at her nails while she stared up at the shelf in thought.

‘You’re taking too long, he’s gonna tease you’

‘He may just change his mind’

‘Do you really need music that bad??’

“You okay?” He asked from the bed.

Y/n nodded her head and chuckled nervously. “Y-Yeah, I just—I dunno what to put on. Can’t decide the vibe.” She shrugged.

Eddie grinned at the back of her and nodded. “The vibe, huh? How about…” He asked crossing the room to stand behind her, wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her into his front. “a shared favorite?” He spotted the familiar black and white cassette and popped it in before she could question him.

He pressed the track button until the beginning chords of Rhiannon played. Y/n turned to him with her heart in her throat. Eddie’s dark eyes were warm with affection as he looked at her in that moment. His smile was gentle and hopeful.

She smiled and nodded to the bass before she started leading him backwards to her bed by his hands, the build up not so urgent anymore.

They had arrived.

Eddie pulled her close and situated his hand on her waist and held her hand in his other hand, swaying her to the melody rather smoothly as Stevie began to sing despite never dancing together before.

They giggled through a little spin and pulled each other close to rest their foreheads against one another, wrapping up in a warm embrace. The passion rose, their mouths so close together in that vulnerable moment.

“We have all the time in the world.” He whispered, to which she nodded, her heart slowing with the decrease in speed.

Neither of them had ever found so much solace in another person, home feeling like a place they could only find when they were together.

“Would you stay if she promised you heaven? Will you ever win? Will you ever win?

She is like a cat in the dark, then she is the darkness..

She rules her life like a fine skylark, and when the sky is starless…”

Y/n melted into his touch, their lips finally meeting again like lost lovers. They kissed more comfortably now, holding each other intimately by the cheeks before getting situated on the bed.

“Taken by… taken by the sky…”

They held each other close, taking their time— in no rush to get rid of the layers separating them disregarding the daring lines uttered earlier.

This didn’t stop them from touching and squeezing the forbidden parts of each other.

“You're a dream, sweetheart.” He whispered into her hair as she kissed and sucked and licked his neck lazily, her head laying on his shoulder. She sighed, her eyes prickling with hot tears at the sentiment.

He noticed this and took no hesitation in continuing, “I’ve imagined finding a girl like you my entire life and still didn’t picture her to be as perfect as you.”

She gasped softly and pulled away from his neck but kept her forehead down against him. Her mind wiped of all thought, just noticing how loud her heart beat in her ears.

“Look at me, Y/n.” The use of her name made her stomach drop, his curled finger tilting her chin up to look at him, her chin grazing his.

He noticed her watery eyes and smiled bittersweetly. “I wanna help you be so happy you don’t have to cry when you are.” He nodded. She smiled and let the tears flow freely, leaning forward and kissing his lips with fervor.

He caressed her sides lovingly and welcomed the subtle nudges of her hips rolling against his. She broke the kiss with a soft hiccup as the tears became more intense. She shook her head and groaned at herself, “I’m so sorry, ugh.” She wiped her cheeks defeatedly.

Eddie moved her hands and wiped her face, “What have I said about apologizing?” He whispered, pulling her into a tight hug when he was done. She sighed and held him tightly, emotion swelling within her.

“You, ugh, you feel like home, Eddie.” She nosed into his hair, laying against him comfortably, her crotch resting against his raging boner. Eddie sighed and nodded in agreement.

“You—I know exactly what you mean. You’re my girl, you know? I just wanna be—everywhere you are…” he said through his ragged breath as they began moving against each other.

“Oh my god, Eddie, I—I’m yours. Since I first saw you. You’re it for me.” She confessed.

Eddie held her by her cheeks and made her look into his teary eyes as he nodded in agreement. “I think you're my soulmate.” He whispered in disbelief, despite never believing in the concept until now.

She was his person.

His other half.

He pushed her hair out of her face as it crumpled in overwhelm. She nodded and recovered with a deep breath. “And you’re all mine?” She smiled.

“All yours.” He rubbed her nose with his before they dove back into devouring each other. They had yet to take off their clothes, but Eddie was already on the verge of cumming in his pants, whimpers and moans flying from him as his cock began to twitch.

“I want you to, Eddie—“ She whispered against his lips, placing his hands on her thighs and encouraging them to slide up the hem of her skirt.

“‘M so close, baby—I can’t—“

“No, no, no, cum for me! Please, please, plea—

“Ah! Ah, fuck! Shit, keep going—“ he cried as he bounced her on his lap, his load spurting into his underwear as he felt her grind against him.

“You’re so good—mmm—so good…“ he hummed against her lips.

She nodded against him earnestly, “‘wanna be good for you…”

He rolled his eyes and leaned her backwards, her legs wrapping around his waist and making him smirk. “You just made me cum in my pants like a freshman…you’re so fucking good.” he muttered into her hair as she dangled from him, her giggles spurring him on.

“Good, that was my intention.” She giggled as he pressed wet kisses to her neck.

“Oh, honey, we’ve only just begun.” He pulled back to look at her in the eye before reaching behind her to unzip her skirt.

She felt energy run through her as the fabric loosened, her core tightening at the sensation. “This okay, sweet girl?” He asked hesitantly.

Y/n nodded, “Touch me, please…”

“I wanna make you feel good.” He whispered pleadingly.

“Then take me…” She said in a low whisper in his ear, intoxicated by him and the idea of him being inside of her.

“I can’t fuck you, not yet… I wanna do it all right with you, baby, take you out for a while, treat you like mine until everyone knows it—I just can’t keep my hands to myself anymore…” he reasoned with himself more than her. She nodded mindlessly underneath him, rubbing her thighs together as he spoke.

“Can I have your fingers?” She asked almost casually.

Eddies eyes widened just hearing something so filthy come out of her mouth. “I’ll give you anything you ask for—“ he stuck his first two fingers in his mouth to cover them in his spit, only for her to pull them out and slot her mouth over them.

“Jesus H Christ…” Eddie sighed as he felt her warm and sweet little mouth cover his digits and slide her tongue between his two fingers. As she slowly dragged her mouth back up the length, her lips puckered, making him keen as he looked down at her.

She looked up at him and smiled around his fingers as she pulled off. “You’re a little vixen when you’re feeling ballsy—I love that..” He whispered while he reached down to her clothed pussy.

He pulled her panties to the side and glided his fingers through her folds, her breathless whimpers spurring him on further.

“I got you, baby, right here? ‘S that it?” He asked when his thumb found her clit, fiddling with the hard bundle of nerves and covering it in her slick.

Y/n let loose a wanton mewl before she nodded and cried out, “Ah, fuck, yeah, right there!” And Eddie slid inside.

Had anyone been home, they’d assume the worst was going on behind the closed door. She bucked wildly against his hand, chasing the rising pressure building in her stomach as Eddie whispered the hottest things in her ear.

“You make the prettiest noises when you’re desperate to cum—‘s that too mean?” He asked quietly after thinking a beat too long.

Y/n shook her head, “—it’s perfect, Eddie, you’re perfect—ugh— please, please, make me cum.” She panted, the foreign, filling pressure rose and built up in her core, the place his fingers reached inside of her soothed the ache and melted it into hot and tingly pleasure.

Eddie resumed kissing her lips, his mouth slick with their saliva just like hers were. “Let me have it, baby—wanna see how pretty girls cum—“ he muttered as he pulled back to watch her, his hips thrusting along with his wrist.

Y/n’s mouth hung open as her orgasm washed over her, a choked groan escaped her as her body lurched uncontrollably. Eddie smirked in satisfaction and continued his movements, diving down to her neck to work her through the high.

Y/n’s head was spinning and reeling at the full body sensation pulsating through her as he buried his nose in her neck and kissed. The silk top against her hard and sensitive nipples accentuated the way Eddie’s thumb ran over it with a hard pinch, striking a chord on the live wire he wound so tightly in her body. “You’re mine, yeah? And I’ll take care of you… however you need it…whenever you need it.”

She opened her blurry eyes and saw him looking deeply into her, in awe after the worship of his goddess was over, and she was appeased and satiated. She blinked, her final tears falling down her cheeks and taking her makeup with it. He smiled and wiped her face before leaning down and taking her in another deep kiss that said more than words could.

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The lovers stayed up the rest of the night, treating it like any other they’d share; smoking, talking, laughing, taking turns putting on music, and now kissing. They weren’t too scared to get close to each other now, quickly getting comfortable under the comforter and entangling their legs.

They kept their lips lingering close to one another, unafraid to close the distance between them whenever they felt so moved. They sang quietly, tracing the details of each other's faces and bodies.

As they were right on the brink of sleep, the sun began to creep up over the horizon. Y/n nudged Eddie’s chin with her nose, his eyes fluttering open instantly and smiling when he saw her looking at him. She pressed a kiss to his lips, smiling into it when she felt his hand come up to cradle her jaw.

“Do you wanna watch the sun come up with me?” She asked quietly. Eddie seemed to perk up at the idea and nodded.

They crept out of the window, just like they always did, taking their blanket with them to climb up the tree and onto the roof. The morning air was cold, and there was a ghostly fog hovering over the street. The streetlights were still on, glowing in the early light.

From their spot, they saw the top of the orange orb rise up from behind the horizon, the deep blue hues of the night sky warming to purple and pink. Clouds cracked open to let through the sun's first rays that skimmed the dewy ground.

Y/n sat against Eddie’s chest, her head nuzzled into the perfect spot of his neck, warm and cozy in the blanket he held around them. Her hand rested on the outside of his thigh, rubbing slow circles into the denim.

Eddie kissed her head when the sky took to orange, the shade of tangerine being one that reminded him of her. He looked down at her, smiling when he saw she was so close to him, in his arms right where she belonged. He held her closer, his squeezing embrace making her giggle as he buried his nose in her hair.

“What are you doing?” She asked in amusement.

“I’m memorizing this moment. Never want to forget it.” He mumbled, breathing in her scent. They turned their heads to get a better view of each other. “Your eyes in the sunlight is one of my favorite things.” He mentioned.

Y/n blushed at the compliment and averted her gaze. “Yeah, well, I think you’re still a little caked.”

“Or maybe, just maybe, I’m openly admiring my girlfriend… saying all the thoughts I’ve been dying to say out loud now… and one of them is how beautiful your eyes are when the sky looks like this.” He whispered, staring intently into her irises to memorize the pattern and texture and every fleck inside.

“But I’ll just have to get you used to that, huh?” He asks himself more than her. Y/n shook her head, turning her attention back to the sky ahead of them.

“We’ll see if you can handle me long enough, Munson.” She said jokingly before he turned her head to face him. He pressed his lips to hers with urgency, chasing her kiss down hungrily.

He released her and pulled back, “You’re it for me, sweetheart. Just wait, you’ll see.”

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[daughter-of-melpomene]

𝐑𝐄-𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆… 𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑, 𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐗 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍

❝ Felix was well-known in Hill Valley only because of his parents. Born to Rebecca and Tom Sturgess, Felix had been abandoned on the steps of the local police station by his parents when he was only three weeks old and eventually adopted by the Wilkinsons. He could've been known for so many other things - being an amazing photographer, being incredibly socially awkward and incredibly sarcastic when he did talk to people, or even (not that he wanted anyone to know this at all) being one of the only gay kids at Hill Valley High School. But no. All anyone at Felix’s school (and in his hometown, for that matter) really knew about him was that he was the kid whose parents had abandoned him, who hadn’t even cared enough about him to see him through his first year of life.

Though Felix genuinely loved and appreciated his adoptive parents, who were kind and supportive and loved him like he was their own, he had always wondered about his birth parents, the people who had created him only to leave him alone in the world, however briefly. He had tried, more than once, to find out any information about them, but it hadn’t been easy, seeing as Rebecca and Tom had skipped town hours after abandoning their son and no one in town seemed inclined to even acknowledge that they existed, at least when it wasn’t in relation to Felix being “the boy who’d been abandoned”. All he had ever been able to discover about them was their names, a general consensus that they were not good people, and two yellowed yearbook pictures he’d managed to procure from the local library. Not exactly enough to satisfy his curiosity.

Eventually, Felix had resigned himself to never learning anything about where he came from, choosing instead to love the parents who actually wanted him. By the time he was seventeen, he was focusing on nothing but earning good enough grades to be able to get into the art school of his choice once he graduated and earning enough money from his part-time job at the local mall’s movie theatre to pay the tuition for at least his first year. Slowly, life faded into a monotonous blur of the same events day after day, with the only thing Felix found joy in was taking pictures and secretly sneaking looks at Marty McFly during the classes they had together.

Until Felix wanders out into the mall parking lot one night to smoke after his graveyard shift, and sees Doc Brown, the crazy old inventor who nobody in town but his crush really tolerates, being shot to death by a group of men in a large van while standing near an odd-looking DeLorean. While rushing over to help the old man, Felix winds up yanked into the weird car by Marty McFly himself, who just appears out of nowhere, and somehow, the two boys find themselves thirty years in the past. Because, Marty explains to Felix, Doc Brown has converted his car into a motherfucking time machine.

Which is all well and good, and Felix doesn’t have an incredibly hard time believing it - he’s read a lot of sci-fi novels, so under other circumstances, this would be a dream come true. But they are also stuck in 1955 with a broken car and no way to get home, Marty has somehow managed to prevent his parents’ meet-cute by getting himself hit with his own grandfather’s car, and Felix is now forced to spend time with his own teenage parents, who are turning out to be just as self-entered and irresponsible as everyone in present-day Hill Valley has always told him.

Plus, Felix now has to help Marty play matchmaker for his parents while simultaneously hiding his feelings and watching Marty’s own mother flirt with him.

He’s starting to wish he could go back to being the invisible, bitter, abandoned kid. ❞

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[holly-mckenzie]

Hey! What were your thoughts on S3 of Starstruck? It went in a very different direction than I was expecting and as a viewer I feel conflicted - I think it’s brilliantly written and reflective of reality and there’s a lot of beauty in what’s been explored this season, but emotionally I also feel a bit thrown.

hi clara!

Okay. So I have spent the last week thinking about it (I even explained to my counselor how I was a child of divorce now 😂)…. But I still fully haven’t grasped all of my thoughts so this may all sound a bit rambling. Spoilers Ahead!

First and foremost, in my most recent re-watch of Starstruck I kept on thinking about how Jessie loves Kate but… kinda brushes Kate’s friendship as not as important as a romantic one (e.g. - the speech she gives to Joe in S1E5). With this in mind, I do really love that most of the relationship tension and the overall love story of S3 is between Kate and Jessie. Their friendship is so precious to me and I adore it so much. So I do love the way that’s explored in the new season. Kate and Jessie are the real love story of Starstruck.

Other things I LOVED is Sarah and Steve’s relationship. They are honestly so funny, and I adore them so much! I also did like the evolution of Joe's character. Minnie Driver is always amazing as Cath, Shivani is so funny, and I loved Alice Snidden as Amelia (more on that later).

Now unto the important things. I kinda knew that S3 would go this route bc I felt like if it had followed traditional romcom tropes the next step would be marriage. Which I really couldn’t imagine Rose doing.

So when S3 was renewed I had a feeling that it would either go the marriage route, the we are never ever ever getting back together route, or something else completely.

But realistically it would be the breakup. I was hoping that the ending would be kinda unresolved where there was a chance that Jessie and Tom could get back together in the future. But Alas. However, this did not mean I was not in a complete in a state of panic leading up to S3 (if you follow me on Twitter, you know).

Honestly, imo if S3 was doing the we have different partners I FIRMLY believe that Jessie should have been with a woman, and Tom should have been with a woman of colour.

Me at Clem:

The new characters fell SO flat to me. Clem is nice enough and so agreeable, which I think is supposed to act as a foil to Jessie. This is obvs in the way that Clem wants marriage and kids. But I also feel like you see it in the way that Clem isn’t threatened by Jessie, which is a very stark contrast to the way Jessie reacts to Tom’s co-star in season 1, and the fight they have after.

And Liam is just there. No offense to Liam, but none of his scenes really felt like they could compare to the banter and chemistry between Jessie and Tom throughout the seasons. To quote the modern philosopher of our time:

So it was really hard to care about him and the relationships. Also something about his very existence reminded me of this interview Rose did during S1. Though that could be a nothing.

Overall I really didn’t care about these new relationships, bc watching Jessie and Tom in S1-2 is just so electric. The banter, the back and forth. The way they smile at each other, and make each other laugh.

But maybe that’s the whole point, that you could have electric chemistry with someone. But it could also all be meaningless bc that person is not the person for you.

As for Tom, I recently got asked if he was written as an asshole. But I don’t know how to answer that. Was he shit for cheating on his fiancé? Yes. But did I care that he cheated on her with Jessie, no.

I do feel like I’m not a huge fan of the way that Tom was written in this season. Throughout the show he is only shown in relation to Jessie or his work, with the exception of the Christmas episode. But I bc in the new series he isn’t with Jessie we REALLY see how his character is flat.

Now I do realise that it’s bc the show is about Jessie, but it still felt lacking. The fact that Tom doesn’t seem to have friends outside of Jessie’s circle is wild. The fact that he is getting married, and we don’t see his parents or brother is so 💀

Especially since Tom is a full Brown man (that is apparently somewhat religious). And somehow his family isn’t part of any of the wedding prep? That’s so wild and unbelievable (for me as a brown woman). I do realise Vinay is an asshole but I genuinely wish he had made an appearance in S3. It could have been so funny and it would have added some nuance to Tom's character. (We see Dan again, but not Vinay or the rest of Tom's fam? Come on!) I would love to see Vinay’s opinion on Jessie changed and his feelings toward the wedding, kiss, stag, etc.

I do understand Rose and the writers wanted to explore these ideas. And this is something she has clearly been thinking about since Baby Done. I also do think that in the latest series, we explore the anxieties through a queer lens by way of Amelia's speech. It strikes me as fascinating that Alice Snidden is openly bi, and her character is one of the only ones single.

Merryanna Salem, one of the most prolific film critiques of our time, articulated an idea about the queerness of Starstruck, and Queer Relativity in such a nuanced way. I highly recommend you read it. With this in mind, Amelia's speech, and Rose's feelings towards babies, its really not that surprising it ended the way it did.

But at the same time, it really seems like such a shift from the first two series in a way I simply don’t like (or understand). As I previously established Jessie and Tom are SO good together. Their chemistry is unreal, the show is just so bloody cute.

The show sets out to be a romcom, and that is what it does brilliantly in the first two series. Yet in S3, we really see a departure from that genre. It feels more a romantic drama, with comedic elements and I think its REALLY discombobulating. Specifically bc in most romcoms the couple gets together, and in dramas there is more grey area. Because I didn't read S1-2 as anything but a romcom, I didn't even entertain the idea of a break up. So to have it thrown in, in S3 seems so forced somehow.

Especially bc we have seen Tom and Jessie conquer the odds again and again. So to have the writers articulate they just aren't a good fit, and Jessie to say we want different things is strange. Maybe, I was watching Starstruck with blinders on, but it seemed in the previous seasons they were somewhat on the same page. Like even with this idea of Queer Relativity, Tom seems to understand it. He seems content to NOT get married to Jessie in S2 ending and what have you. So to suddenly be presented with a Tom who needs marriage and babies is discombobulating. Again, maybe I watched the show with blinders, but I did not catch the seeds of Tom and Jessie not being compatible, so S3, as you said threw me off.

And on some level I do think it’s kinda a redundant deconstruction of the romcom.

Join me next time where I dissect Starstruck through the lens of Race and Politics (or the lack there of).

[mythicaldemigoddess-of-deltarune]

Sonic Prime AU: The Acorn Sisters (2023)

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[Note: Don’t Reblog Without Permission] 

Credit for Sonic The Hedgehog goes to Sega

Credit for Sonic Prime Series goes to Sega & Netflix

Credit for Archie-Sonic The Hedgehog Comics goes to Archie Comics

Credit for Genesis Wave goes to Ian Flynn

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the idea is that when in the Fanon Timeline, when the next genesis wave happens, it isn’t like the last few genesis waves...and it is nothing like the super genesis wave.

because it is also mixed with the paradox prism....

which makes it a Paradox Prism Genesis Wave....

and while it does end up bringing back Julie-Su and some other Echidna,

it also rewrites both Julie-Su and Knuckles’s genetics and history, making it so that those two aren’t blood related at all, but Julie-Su’s half-siblings will still be her half-siblings...

and as for Dimitri and Edmund, I want to go with that they could be Step-Brothers in the Fanon Timeline....but in the canon timeline, they would still be biologically related brothers...

in the Fanon Timeline made by the Paradox Prism Genesis Wave,   

Knuckles’s Dad will be the one that appears in that Sonic Movie 2...

meaning that the Fanon Timeline will be a mix timeline of Archie, IDW and Sonic Prime...as well as the movie timeline.

meaning that in the fanon timeline made by the paradox prism genesis wave...

Sonic’s adoptive parents are Tom and Maddie Wachowski, and if Manic and Sonia are there as well, then they would be Tom and Maddie’s adoptive kids as well.

the paradox prism genesis wave would not only bring back people, zones and dimensions that were erased from existence, as well as do slight rewrite for Knuckles and Julie-Su...

but they could also bring back a old version of someone, like Sally Acorn.

because the merging timelines and only slight alterations...

there are two versions of Sally living in the same timeline, one who still has feelings for Sonic, but knows that he might not feel the same anymore, and will be okay with just being friends...

and the other being the new version who has feelings for Nicole.

I think it would make sense that the New Version of Sally, who I’m just gonna called “Nelly” (and I was originally going to call Reilly before, as it shows in the drawing....but then decided to add the name Nelly in there.) might be sapphic.

the original Sally, could be Heteroromantic or Heterosexual, while the new Sally who ends up with a cool Dad named King Nigel Acorn, is Sapphic.

it could also turn out that Original Sally’s family, the original ones....

couldn’t be placed in the timeline and new dimension that she was placed in,

so they had to be placed with a copy of herself in a clone timeline of the archie sonic’s mobius.

and Sally ends up having her own genetics rewritten and becomes the new Sally aka Nelly’s sister, who has the same first name as her...

but the two have two different middle names....

I know that the new version of Sally wasn’t really given a middle name,

so in the Fanon Timeline, her middle name is Eleanor...

which works for her nickname being Nelly.

it could turn out that both Sally and Nelly’s Mother (King Nigel’s Wife.)

was alive and wasn’t dead, well in the original timeline she was, but in the fanon timeline she is very much alive, but her name isn’t Alicia.

while King Nigel names the new version of Sally, Princess Sally Eleanor Acorn,

his wife and queen, ends up naming their other daughter, Princess Sally Alicia Acorn....

the Anti-Mobius also returns as well, and it be nice if we could just call Princess Alicia from that world as “Ally” for short....well it does seem that is one of her nicknames anyway....

those who are brought back by the paradox prism genesis wave, might not know they were gone, as in “gone-gone” and have no memory of being erased from existence, like them only remembering what they were doing before it happen.

Princess Sally Alicia Acorn, when she is brought back she could of at first be in the new timeline where she and her other self are now sisters...

but then she ends up falling into New Yoke City.

the Sonic she meets, is not the one from her original timeline or even the new merged timeline, but she could still end up helping him try to fight the Chaos Council and help everyone in New Yoke City.

while Sally has a home to go back to, even if it is a merge timeline and alternate version of her old home, and the new version of herself is now her sister, and the new version of her Dad seems even more different than her original one, and not just because of his name being King Nigel Acorn instead.

Princess Sally Alicia Acorn, could end up having mix memories of the original timeline, as well as the memories of the other timeline that was made when she was replaced with a new version of herself, and then having other memories of the new fanon timeline, that has her living with her mother the Queen, and not knowing about her sister or her father Nigel Acorn.

some of the memories of her original timeline, could start to merge with the new timeline, and some memories of her old world start to fade.

it could turn out to upset her, that she has forgot some parts of her original world....and one of those being of  Ken Khan, as some of those memories have become very blurry to her now, as well as his name.

all she can remember that there was someone else she had feelings for besides Sonic, but the image of them had become very blurry in her memories and she can’t even recall their name either, and whenever the name starts to be said in her memory, it comes out as static and maybe what sounds like how Gaster from Undertale, speaks in wingdings. 

when I can, I will draw the Sally on the left again...

she is suppose to be wearing a mix of her original outfit, with a new outfit.

she is suppose to be wearing a shirt, shorts and tights with her original outfit, so a little bit of something old and new.

anyway I know this wouldn’t be canon, that is why it is a fanon that is a crossover between different timelines...                                   

anyway even though I did draw this on May 13, 2023...

I had to make some last finishing touches on May 14, 2023 before I posted it.

anyway this is a Fanon idea, so no need to take it seriously or the wrong way.

but the Sally on the left (my left of course...) is the one who ends up falling into a Sonic Prime AU, and right into New Yoke City.

and ends up meeting another version of Sonic, who also ends up falling there as well.....and just like Sonic, it is possible Nine will have to make something for Sally, to stabilize herself in the new reality she is in and even when she goes to other realities as well, that is in the shatterverse.         

[duchessofostergotlands]

Do you think Camilla's children would have given titles (not Dukedoms, but maybe something else) if they had been younger when C&C married? I remember reading this fanfic, where Harry adopted his partner's daughter and she was made a Lady, I believe? I know Monarchs basically can give as many titles as they want, but do you think the 'men' behind the monarchy would accept it? They are pretty big on 'blood' related only, it seems - which, understable when it comes to the line of succession, but i wonder if giving a title to your stepchild would find some resistance or not.

I think in this message you're perhaps conflating adoption with being a step-child. I never met my biological father. My mum married my step dad when I was about 4, he was my dad for all intents and purposes. When I was about 12 he legally adopted me and the reason that happened is because my parents knew that even though this guy was my dad, he'd raised me for 8 years, he had no legal rights. He couldn't sign my consent forms, he had no legal say in anything that happened to me, and if anything happened to my mum he wouldn't have custody. There is a difference between an adopted child and a step-child, and that is the case legally in every family and not just the royal family. The reason Tom and Laura didn't get titles isn't just because of their age, it's because they are not Charles's children. Legally, even if they'd been little children when they'd married (which would have to be an entirely different reality as Charles couldn't have married Diana), Charles's relationship with them would have essentially been like the relationship you have with a teacher (in loco parentis). So it's like asking why all the kids Diana taught in nursery didn't get titles when she married Charles lol.

The monarchy does treat adopted children differently to biological children, but that's not actually anything that's within the monarch's control. These are laws and statutes designed by other people, and they'd need to be reformed by other people too. So the only way we'd actually know for sure if the monarch or some shadowy group of unknown men around them were personally obsessive about blood would be if we had a situation where, let's say, William and Kate adopted a fourth child and that child was not made Prince/ss. And that situation has not occurred in recent memory so we have no precedence to draw from. Yes, the monarchy is heavily linked to the concept of being legitimate or to blood relationships, and there’s room for the system to change, but it is the system that's been set up by other people and not the individuals within it. In terms of the individuals and what’s within their power, it’s untested.

[bitterrobin]

list of the character dynamics I plan on writing for the TAXONOMY!verse. Mostly here in order to remind myself of the ideas I have.

Bette Kane/Tom Bronson

Have they ever interacted in canon? no. Will I still create a crack ship that probably no one else will like? yes. Unfortunately my brain has latched onto them, so expect to see more of them in the au.

Neither of them are the type to be open with their real feelings, but are casual with intimacy. Maybe a little too easy with it, but they understand each other's need. Bette is straightforward, determined. Tom avoids personal conversation, especially about himself, but he's very observant. They both will feel something, both will side-step and redirect. Bette is inherently lonely, Tom always feels out of place. It takes a while before they actually confide in each other. Tom is still mourning Grant and the idea of what could have been, Bette is tired and lost and still figuring out what to do with her life when so many others reject her resolve. Bette needs to be a hero, needs to feel like she has a purpose. Tom never wanted to be a hero, but he needs the company that being one provides. Gotham is a terrible place to land when you're hurting, but they make the most of it. (Also they have a terrible child to co-babysit on top of all of this.)

Bette Kane, Damian Wayne

Bette takes none of his threats or jabs seriously. Damian is horrified that they're related. Bette loves Damian bc he's somewhat easier to communicate with than other children (who act their age) but also he's a bundle of nerves and trauma - so she's still careful and and little bewildered. She lets him have space, but she's always ready to pay attention to him at the drop of a hat bc no one did when she was a child. She respects his opinion, and tries to reason with him. Because Bette has only heard of the League, not become involved with it, she's able to have a less biased view on his childhood. Damian is aghast at her supposed ignorance. He does not recognize her strength of character. He's used to the fearful or emotionally closed women of the League. In the end, Bette recognizes that she has to set limits and boundaries and Damian learns to accept a life with a degree of normalcy.

Bette is sad to see him go, but she knows how important a name like Robin is. She wants Damian to find purpose on his own, but she leaves him the gift of "normal things" like sports and acting.

Tom Bronson, Damian Wayne

Damian will say the most gory threat imaginable, Tom will reply: "haha ok, little buddy" they are one step away from duking it out. Tom simultaneously thinks of Damian as a little brother and a pain in the ass. But they're not related, so Tom will not feign complete responsibility over him. He observes and waits, wipes his hands clean and sets him loose. Maybe he dispenses harsh truths once in a while, maybe he cuts too deep once. Damian will return the favor. Tom allows himself to be vulnerable rarely, and explains absent fathers and mothers who are there and then gone too soon. Damian reluctantly sees himself, and hates it. Tom recognizes his sarcasm as an emotional outlet similar to his own, and encourages every insult Damian makes. Maybe its too enabling, but frankly Tom doesn't care. Let the kid be an asshole once in a while, as a treat. You do not want to be on the receiving end of both of their ire.

Tom gives him a kitten as an inside joke, an acknowledgement of his personal growth - before Damian goes to live with the new Batman and become Robin.

Damian Wayne, Chris Kent

Way more plausible than the one above. I am a Jon Kent hater. I fully believe in the made up interactions in my head between these two kids instead. Everyday I cope and seethe that they never interacted in canon bc they were introduced so close together!! in 2006!! They have so many parallels and interesting conversations to be had! Damian is angry that Chris is allowed to move on from his trauma. That Clark and Lois are able to give him closure, when Bruce is dead and Talia needs to stay separated from him. He is angry that he will forever suffer the what ifs because he can never confront his grandfather or parents the way Chris did with Zod and Ursa. Chris cannot fathom taking out his anger on other people. He can't imagine pushing others away because he was always alone in Fort Rozz, he wants a family. He is horrified of this aggressive boy, but he's still kind nonetheless. Maybe punches are thrown initially, but in the end they understand each other in small ways other people just can't. They are not their parents, but some people can't look past that. Chris forever denounces his biological parents, Damian is shackled by their expectations and the weight of their romance turned into a battle of wills.

Maybe in the future it'll become a ship but that's a long way off. It would need way more development, more time in-between fics, and Damian needs to mature and figure things out. Their potential friendship is more important than anything romantic.

Cassandra Cain, Jason Todd

Mostly here bc of differences in philosophy, they're the central conflict surrounding the idea of Batman. Cassandra doesn't care about the city, she cares about the people. No one dies. Ever. Not in her watch. She could care less about complicated morality, because if she could change (she, the murderer, the sinner) then everyone can. Batman is not about Bruce Wayne, it is about saving everyone who can be saved. Bruce is the ideal, but Cassandra is better. She wins, no matter what. Batman is instinct, action and duty. Jason cares about the city, this wretched place where he was born. The people are negotiable, ranked and categorized by his own arbitrary rules. You are good, or you are an evil that must be wiped out. Batman is tied to Bruce Wayne, it shouldn't be. It is about controlling Gotham. Batman holds the reins, anything that happened on his watch is Bruce's fault - Jason will be better. Batman is planning, watching, and culling. Both can be right, both can be wrong. They were messy and complicated. They need to beat each other senseless before they can reach a conclusion. Cassandra gains Batman, and Jason gains a fragile understanding.

[residents-of-the-darkforest]

Dark Forest Resident: Littlekit

Aliases / Nicknames: Ungrateful Brat, Troublesome Kit

Gender: tom

Sexuality: ??

Family: Bugflower (mother), unnamed father, Danglingkit, Ripplekit (brothers), Plumpool (grandmother)

Other Relations: N/A

Clan: SkyClan

Rank: kit

Characteristics: easily frustrated, quick to anger, didn't fully understand what his actions meant

Murder Motive: anger, wanted Plumpool to stop hitting him

Number of Victims: 1

Number of Murders: 1

Murder Method: snapping neck

Known Victims: Plumpool

Victim Profile: his grandmother, the cat that frequently hit him

Cause of Death: eaten by fox

Cautionary Tale: ??

Story: 

It was an endless loop.

Something would frustrate Littlekit, he would express his anger, Plumpool or his mother would punish him, he would get more angry, and she would punish him even harsher.

If he had acted logically, Littlekit would have learned how to control his anger or direct it in ways that didn't involve tearing up his or someone else's nest or kicking at his brother's rocks.

But he was a kit.

He was so full of frustration at not being heard, not being listened to, and when he expressed his hurt in the only way he knew how--by throwing tantrums--he was punished for it.

How could anyone punish him for directing his rage at his grandmother?

His was mid paw-raise when he quickly twisted around, slamming his paws into her throat and forcing all of his weight on her as he pushed her back and onto the ground.

He wasn't expecting the snap that rang through the clearing.

He wasn't expecting his grandmother to go so limp.

She was very old and quite frail, but to Littlekit she was still strong...but then he saw his Clanmates stare at him, and saw his furious mother charge at him--she would beat him more harshly than ever in his life, he was sure of it.

He ran, dodging through the shocked frozen paws of the warriors and through the entrance. His only thought was to get away from it all, and part of him thought that if he could get away from his grandmother's body, she wouldn't be dead. It would all be forgotten.

He heard his mother yowling his name, and jumped into a burrow to hide. There, a strong scent hit his nose. He turned around just in time to see the fox blink its eyes open.

Additional Information: 

--Neither Plum nor Bug severaly beat Little, it was more the standard punishment kids had in the 1970s--cuffing around the ears and such.

Still not okay, but just to clarify. To Littlekit, it was still great, especially since a huge part of him couldn't understand why two important figures in his life beat him when he was in his most emotional state.

--Littlekit was 2.5 moons old!

Because Littekit was, you know, a kit, he viewed Plumpool as much stronger and more formidable than she was. Really, she was almost skeleton-like frail because of age and related sicknesses, plus he surprised her and went for a very weak spot (snapping necks are very easy when the person/cat you're attacking is practically a skeleton), thus he was able to kill her.

--I'll leave up to interpretation whether Bugflower was chasing her son to punish him for killing her mother or to bring him back to safety. It could be both--you could want to keep your son away from dangers and still be furious at him after he JUST caused your mother's death.

--I'll also put in there that it's very likely that Plumpool treated Bugflower the same way, and made Bugflower believe that that was a perfectly normal way to treat your kits (after all, their Clanmates rarely stepped in [much like Crooked's Clanmates during Rainflower's abuse]).

--Littlekit doesn't put a name to his sexuality until he's older. I imagine he has the help of someone to put a name to it.