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Run Away

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Summary: You were never a shy person, until it came to talking to the boy you liked.

A/N: Well, this is my first time writing something like this so... please be nice. I was kinda tired of only seeing shy!reader stuff so I decided to base this on my personality. So yeah, kind of based on a true story. What reader does in this story I've actually done in real life which is mortifying. Anyways!!! This is just edited by me so lmk how I can improve and if I should write a part 2??? Maybe?? Idk. Enjoy!

PS: Robin and Steve work together, nothing monstery has happened, they're all in the same grade. It's a bunch of dumb teenagers together battling high school.

Warnings: sfw, cursing, fluff? people being dumb?? idk what else tbh

You've never considered yourself to be a shy person. In fact, you were very much so extroverted, never finding qualms in chatting to your classmates or asking you're teacher questions in class that some may think are stupid. You didn't care.

Aside from being a little nervous back in elementary school, that trait had dissolved as you got older, and it definitely wasn't present at the moment during your senior year at Hawkins High.

However. As much as you liked to claim to be unbothered with public speaking and your ability to make friends easily, there was one thing that you couldn't just quite get over, no matter how hard you tried. And quite frankly, it was getting old and ridiculous.

"Fuck, Robin he's coming down the hall," you exclaimed, "move, move, move, move!"

You didn't bother checking if she was behind you, already knowing she would be as you practically ran to your second period class. It was the first day of the new semester anyways, you could use the excuse of wanting to get good seats to justify your cowardice to yourself later tonight.

"Jesus Christ," you heard Robin mutter as she finally caught up to you, "You know I have asthma, I cannot keep doing this every time you so much catch a glimpse of Steve."

You slowed down your pace, your heart not feeling as though it would burst out of your chest anymore. You still sported a slight flush on your face from the thought of the almost encounter you had with the jock.

"I know, I know, this is getting so stupid. I promise next time I'll talk to him, I swear," you said as you sighed forlornly.

Robin turned to you with an unimpressed stare. "That's what you said last time, and the time before that, and the time before that, and yet here we are," she waved her hands dramatically.

Here's your problem. An issue that is a complete juxtaposition of your usual personality. The moment you've ever realized you have a crush on someone, you would run away from them anytime you saw them. Literally. You would full on sprint away in the opposite direction.

You've never really understood why this happens, only knowing that the second you saw your current crush, you're usual non existent nerves would make a prevalent appearance. You'd freeze and your eyes would widen as your brain chose the flight response when confronted with a potential dangerous situation.

"Look dingus, I love you and I think you're awesome and all that, blah blah blah, but this has got to stop," Robin stated as you both took your seats in your English class. "You're embarrassing me just as much as you're embarrassing yourself and our social status cannot take that much more of a beating."

You knew she was joking but just grunted in response, having buried your face in the crook of your elbow, not even bothering to open up your notebook. You heard Robin sigh and could tell she was rolling her eyes at you.

"You know..." Robin started, "I could always just...talk to him for you? Give him you're number or something during our shift at-"

Your raised your head immediately, almost giving yourself whiplash. "Robs, no way. We've talked about this before! I just - this situation is already awkward as it is, that would just make it worse."

"Hey, I'm just trying to help, but if you wanna suffer some more that's totally your choice." Robin says as she shrugs her shoulders. "Besides, with all that running your doing, at least you're getting some cardio in."

You let out as surprised squawk. "Robin come on! Not funny!" She doesn't reply, merely continuing to laugh at you. All you did was just groan in response again, settling your head in your arms once more.

A few weeks ago, you had been walking to your locker whilst attempting to shove a bunch of textbooks into your bag at the same time. Obviously, everything fell and it just so happened that Steve was nearby and helped you out.

"Oh my God, you don't have to, it's totally fine," you'd stammered, just the tiniest bit embarrassed of dropping your books in the middle of the crowded hallway.

"Don't sweat it, it happens to the best of us." Steve chuckled as he handed you your notebook.

And then it happened. The event that you frequently replay over and over in your mind, the event that kickstarted the affections you had for the boy.

Once everything was stored safely in your bag, Steve stood up and wiped his hands on his jeans. He then turned his attention to you and simply offered you his hand to help you up.

You stared into his big, brown eyes, completely dumbfounded. Here he was, an average man doing the absolute bare minimum and yet you still found yourself practically falling at his feet, your heart feeling as thought it was going to beat out of your chest.

"I- uh, I mean, thanks for the hand Steve," you stammered as you tentatively took his hand and pulled yourself off the floor. You cringed when you felt that it was sort of shaking and kind of clammy, hoping Steve wouldn't notice. "Both literally and figuratively."

You wanted nothing more than the ground to swallow you up after you blurted out those words. To your surprise, Steve let out a laugh, a genuine laugh. His eyes sort of crinkled and you could see the slight indent of a dimple. As if the man needed to get any more attractive in your eyes.

"It's no problem at all," he reassured you. "I'll be seeing you." He gave a quick wave and then turned in the direction of the cafeteria. Your hands tightened on the straps of your backpack as you watched him walk away, admiring the view.

Oh ew, you suddenly thought to yourself, now that was just pathetic.

Ever since that moment, you couldn't give yourself that last push you needed to talk to him. Even after the multitude of pep talks you give yourself in the mirror, including the ones from Robin, you still always ran away whenever you saw him.

You'd be a fool to think he didn't notice it and prayed he didn't mistake it for you hating him or something.

The sound of the bell signaling the start of class pulled you from your misery, forcing you to pay attention to your teacher so you didn't face the consequences of falling behind so early in the term.

Amidst your groveling, you'd failed to notice a particular brunet enter the class and take a seat at a desk a few rows behind you. Who knows what your reaction would have been if you did. Robin just kept her mouth shut, simply winking in Steve's direction when she caught his eye.

"Alright class, settle down and listen up," your teacher began. "I know it's the first day of the semester, but I wanted to introduce an assignment before anything else to make sure you have enough time to complete it and do an excellent job."

The entire class let out a collective groan, yourself included. How could she already be giving out assignments when she hasn't even properly introduced herself?

You turned to Robin, brows furrowed in annoyance. "I think she's got her agenda mixed up, she's introducing things in the wrong order."

"Fuck this, I should've taken Eddie's warning more seriously. Now I understand why everyone hates her," Robin gripped, running a hand through her cropped hair, already looking a little stressed.

You nodded in agreement and added, "I think I get why people hate English so much too."

Robin laughed. "But you'll still love it anyways, won't you?" she chided. Before you had a chance to reply, your teacher began speaking again.

"Settle down, please! If you listen, you'd hear that this not due until the last month of the semester and you'll be working in partners," she stated, "so not only will you have plenty of time to work on it, but you'll also have some help." You and Robin glanced at each other, hopefully smiles tugging at both of your faces.

"Your partners will be assigned by me," the whole class collectively groaned again, "which is what I'll be doing as we get through attendance. I'll explain the criteria before moving on."

"Yep, I think I hate this class at least a little bit now," you complained to Robin, already making a mental checklist of what school stuff you should at least start on later in the afternoon.

"-ohn Gilmore, Phoebe Burton, partners. Steve Harrington, Y/N Y/L/N, partners. Billy Holden, Rob-"

You froze for a second, as if you were glitching. Steve was in... this class? There was no way, you would have absolutely noticed him. But as you snuck a glance behind you, sure enough there he was, sitting in his chair, mindlessly twirling a pencil through his fingers. To your surprise, he was actually looking back at you too and- wait hold up, was he smirking?

You immediately spun back around, hand lurching to grip onto the sides of your desk. You then blinked a couple of time, praying your face wasn't as red as you felt like it was.

"Nope, nope, absolutely not. No thank you," you said as you shook your head from side to side. "Miss, this is a joke right?" you inquired out loud.

You were eventually going to talk to Steve, you were sure of it. The day was coming where you could have some sort of a conversation with him without running away, you could feel it. The moment was almost here.

Today, however, was absolutely not that day.

Just when you were about to complain to you teacher out loud again, you feel a presence behind you.

"Oh come on, you're already dismissing me as a terrible English partner? I'm wounded, seriously." The voice was laced in amusement. You did not need to turn around to know who it belonged to.

Before you could even think of a response, Robin turns to you, clearly finding your horror to the situation hilarious, and says, "Well, I think you're going to hate this class a little bit too."

Well fuck.

#self promo #LOL #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington imagine

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Run Away

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Summary: You were never a shy person, until it came to talking to the boy you liked.

A/N: Well, this is my first time writing something like this so... please be nice. I was kinda tired of only seeing shy!reader stuff so I decided to base this on my personality. So yeah, kind of based on a true story. What reader does in this story I've actually done in real life which is mortifying. Anyways!!! This is just edited by me so lmk how I can improve and if I should write a part 2??? Maybe?? Idk. Enjoy!

PS: Robin and Steve work together, nothing monstery has happened, they're all in the same grade. It's a bunch of dumb teenagers together battling high school.

Warnings: sfw, cursing, fluff? people being dumb?? idk what else tbh

You've never considered yourself to be a shy person. In fact, you were very much so extroverted, never finding qualms in chatting to your classmates or asking you're teacher questions in class that some may think are stupid. You didn't care.

Aside from being a little nervous back in elementary school, that trait had dissolved as you got older, and it definitely wasn't present at the moment during your senior year at Hawkins High.

However. As much as you liked to claim to be unbothered with public speaking and your ability to make friends easily, there was one thing that you couldn't just quite get over, no matter how hard you tried. And quite frankly, it was getting old and ridiculous.

"Fuck, Robin he's coming down the hall," you exclaimed, "move, move, move, move!"

You didn't bother checking if she was behind you, already knowing she would be as you practically ran to your second period class. It was the first day of the new semester anyways, you could use the excuse of wanting to get good seats to justify your cowardice to yourself later tonight.

"Jesus Christ," you heard Robin mutter as she finally caught up to you, "You know I have asthma, I cannot keep doing this every time you so much catch a glimpse of Steve."

You slowed down your pace, your heart not feeling as though it would burst out of your chest anymore. You still sported a slight flush on your face from the thought of the almost encounter you had with the jock.

"I know, I know, this is getting so stupid. I promise next time I'll talk to him, I swear," you said as you sighed forlornly.

Robin turned to you with an unimpressed stare. "That's what you said last time, and the time before that, and the time before that, and yet here we are," she waved her hands dramatically.

Here's your problem. An issue that is a complete juxtaposition of your usual personality. The moment you've ever realized you have a crush on someone, you would run away from them anytime you saw them. Literally. You would full on sprint away in the opposite direction.

You've never really understood why this happens, only knowing that the second you saw your current crush, you're usual non existent nerves would make a prevalent appearance. You'd freeze and your eyes would widen as your brain chose the flight response when confronted with a potential dangerous situation.

"Look dingus, I love you and I think you're awesome and all that, blah blah blah, but this has got to stop," Robin stated as you both took your seats in your English class. "You're embarrassing me just as much as you're embarrassing yourself and our social status cannot take that much more of a beating."

You knew she was joking but just grunted in response, having buried your face in the crook of your elbow, not even bothering to open up your notebook. You heard Robin sigh and could tell she was rolling her eyes at you.

"You know..." Robin started, "I could always just...talk to him for you? Give him you're number or something during our shift at-"

Your raised your head immediately, almost giving yourself whiplash. "Robs, no way. We've talked about this before! I just - this situation is already awkward as it is, that would just make it worse."

"Hey, I'm just trying to help, but if you wanna suffer some more that's totally your choice." Robin says as she shrugs her shoulders. "Besides, with all that running your doing, at least you're getting some cardio in."

You let out as surprised squawk. "Robin come on! Not funny!" She doesn't reply, merely continuing to laugh at you. All you did was just groan in response again, settling your head in your arms once more.

A few weeks ago, you had been walking to your locker whilst attempting to shove a bunch of textbooks into your bag at the same time. Obviously, everything fell and it just so happened that Steve was nearby and helped you out.

"Oh my God, you don't have to, it's totally fine," you'd stammered, just the tiniest bit embarrassed of dropping your books in the middle of the crowded hallway.

"Don't sweat it, it happens to the best of us." Steve chuckled as he handed you your notebook.

And then it happened. The event that you frequently replay over and over in your mind, the event that kickstarted the affections you had for the boy.

Once everything was stored safely in your bag, Steve stood up and wiped his hands on his jeans. He then turned his attention to you and simply offered you his hand to help you up.

You stared into his big, brown eyes, completely dumbfounded. Here he was, an average man doing the absolute bare minimum and yet you still found yourself practically falling at his feet, your heart feeling as thought it was going to beat out of your chest.

"I- uh, I mean, thanks for the hand Steve," you stammered as you tentatively took his hand and pulled yourself off the floor. You cringed when you felt that it was sort of shaking and kind of clammy, hoping Steve wouldn't notice. "Both literally and figuratively."

You wanted nothing more than the ground to swallow you up after you blurted out those words. To your surprise, Steve let out a laugh, a genuine laugh. His eyes sort of crinkled and you could see the slight indent of a dimple. As if the man needed to get any more attractive in your eyes.

"It's no problem at all," he reassured you. "I'll be seeing you." He gave a quick wave and then turned in the direction of the cafeteria. Your hands tightened on the straps of your backpack as you watched him walk away, admiring the view.

Oh ew, you suddenly thought to yourself, now that was just pathetic.

Ever since that moment, you couldn't give yourself that last push you needed to talk to him. Even after the multitude of pep talks you give yourself in the mirror, including the ones from Robin, you still always ran away whenever you saw him.

You'd be a fool to think he didn't notice it and prayed he didn't mistake it for you hating him or something.

The sound of the bell signaling the start of class pulled you from your misery, forcing you to pay attention to your teacher so you didn't face the consequences of falling behind so early in the term.

Amidst your groveling, you'd failed to notice a particular brunet enter the class and take a seat at a desk a few rows behind you. Who knows what your reaction would have been if you did. Robin just kept her mouth shut, simply winking in Steve's direction when she caught his eye.

"Alright class, settle down and listen up," your teacher began. "I know it's the first day of the semester, but I wanted to introduce an assignment before anything else to make sure you have enough time to complete it and do an excellent job."

The entire class let out a collective groan, yourself included. How could she already be giving out assignments when she hasn't even properly introduced herself?

You turned to Robin, brows furrowed in annoyance. "I think she's got her agenda mixed up, she's introducing things in the wrong order."

"Fuck this, I should've taken Eddie's warning more seriously. Now I understand why everyone hates her," Robin gripped, running a hand through her cropped hair, already looking a little stressed.

You nodded in agreement and added, "I think I get why people hate English so much too."

Robin laughed. "But you'll still love it anyways, won't you?" she chided. Before you had a chance to reply, your teacher began speaking again.

"Settle down, please! If you listen, you'd hear that this not due until the last month of the semester and you'll be working in partners," she stated, "so not only will you have plenty of time to work on it, but you'll also have some help." You and Robin glanced at each other, hopefully smiles tugging at both of your faces.

"Your partners will be assigned by me," the whole class collectively groaned again, "which is what I'll be doing as we get through attendance. I'll explain the criteria before moving on."

"Yep, I think I hate this class at least a little bit now," you complained to Robin, already making a mental checklist of what school stuff you should at least start on later in the afternoon.

"-ohn Gilmore, Phoebe Burton, partners. Steve Harrington, Y/N Y/L/N, partners. Billy Holden, Rob-"

You froze for a second, as if you were glitching. Steve was in... this class? There was no way, you would have absolutely noticed him. But as you snuck a glance behind you, sure enough there he was, sitting in his chair, mindlessly twirling a pencil through his fingers. To your surprise, he was actually looking back at you too and- wait hold up, was he smirking?

You immediately spun back around, hand lurching to grip onto the sides of your desk. You then blinked a couple of time, praying your face wasn't as red as you felt like it was.

"Nope, nope, absolutely not. No thank you," you said as you shook your head from side to side. "Miss, this is a joke right?" you inquired out loud.

You were eventually going to talk to Steve, you were sure of it. The day was coming where you could have some sort of a conversation with him without running away, you could feel it. The moment was almost here.

Today, however, was absolutely not that day.

Just when you were about to complain to you teacher out loud again, you feel a presence behind you.

"Oh come on, you're already dismissing me as a terrible English partner? I'm wounded, seriously." The voice was laced in amusement. You did not need to turn around to know who it belonged to.

Before you could even think of a response, Robin turns to you, clearly finding your horror to the situation hilarious, and says, "Well, I think you're going to hate this class a little bit too."

Well fuck.

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After watching him play Benoit Blanc I think we all know that folks need to give Daniel Craig more roles he can have fun with, and by that I mean I need him to be the only human in a Muppets movie

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*hitting you with a stick* no benoit blanc movies should not interact. they should not lead up to something. you need to detox from the marvel/sherlock bbc poisoning. they should be completely independent movies (maybe w some cameos/little references for fun) and go on for as long as there are stories rian johnson wants to tell in this universe. i do not want an overarching plot i do not want a team up i dont want a benoit-focused prequel i want some good old fashioned episodic murder mysteries that have nothing to do with each other!!!!!!!!!!! also rian johnson has literally said he's not gonna do a prequel and he wants the movies to all stand on their own

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Hey Twitter employees getting laid off tomorrow! IMPORTANT INFO from a CA employment attorney (me):

CA's "WARN" law requires Twitter to give you 60 days notice of a massive layoff.

A layoff of 50+ employees within a 30 day period qualifies.

I know you didn't get that notice.

This WARN law applies to all California employers of 75+ employees, which obviously includes Twitter with its thousands of employees.

Purpose of the law is to give laid off employees time to figure out how to handle this disruption.

And Elon completely ignores it.

Employers like Twitter who violate the WARN Act face civil penalties of $500/day for each violation. With thousands of employees, this could be significant, though maybe not to Elon.

Employees laid off in violation of the WARN Act receive back pay at the employee's final rate or 3 year average of compensation, whichever is higher. Twitter would also be liable for workers' medical expenses that would have been covered under an employee benefit plan.

Twitter will be liable for all of these (civil penalties, lost compensation, lost medical and other benefits) & attorneys' fees for the 60 days it failed to give workers notice.

This flagrant violation of workers rights is outrageous.

Who's in for a class action? LET'S DO THIS

Also, CA's strong antidiscrimination laws apply to Twitter's big layoff tomorrow. Are people of color, women and/or older workers disproportionately chosen, for example?

This was done so hastily, so slapdash, so that the world's richest man can get even richer faster.

We'll see how long Twitter lets my posts stay up. If they take them down tonight, before the layoffs, that means they were on notice of the law I cite and chose to punish me rather than follow it.

That's consciousness of guilt and I'd use it as the basis for punitive damages.

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Dacre Montgomery as Billy Hargrove for the H&M x Stranger Things collection

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sir, that’s my emotional support tag

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hey. the celebrities and corporations are going to try tumblr. you may want to drive them off the site, or find them amusing, ie “well THIS one can stay.” they may try to engage with the culture. they may do their research. DO NOT ENGAGE. do not bother. don’t fucking acknowledge them. don’t mess with their heads. don’t reply to them as a bit. let them think this site is a lost cause. let them fizzle out and die

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the prankster and his pasta. (edmund pevensie)

word count: 1.31k genre: comedy, fluff, golden age era, around maybe three to four years after they become kings and queens of narnia. author's note: this was based off an instagram video i watched and it made me laugh so hard that i had to incorporate it into a fic. enjoy :)

edmund pevensie enjoys terrorizing his siblings with pranks.

it's not that any of them are easily gullible, far from it actually; it's just that he comes up with antics so bizarre and unpredictable, not even intuition could prepare them for what he has in store.

the practical joke he's planned for today, however, is so, so simple and perfect. that's why this time, he doesn't take several days to consider what to do in case his brother and sisters catch on earlier than he'd like, because he knows they won't be able to. as he stuffs his pockets with uncooked penne, he wonders why he hasn't thought of this before.

now, you and the bewildered cook in that kitchen might be thinking, "what the hell, what is he going to do with that?"

it goes like this.

peter and edmund are working on a proclamation draft in their shared study. nothing largely impactful, rather an overview of what to expect for the upcoming harvest and the festivities that come with it. they work on it dutifully, exchanging thoughts as to how to structure the proclamation, where to truncate or expand a section of the document, and sounding out the words to make sure that it all comes together grammatically.

but it's been two hours and frankly, edmund thinks, it's time to have some fun.

when peter looks for a new ink bottle to replace the one that has run out, the younger quickly sneaks in two pieces of the pasta behind the other's back and keeps them hidden in his cheeks as he yawns, stretching his arms and back upward.

it's innocent enough. who wouldn't be a little tired? he takes a silent breath.

well, it's now or never.

edmund hisses out a "shit!" as he comes down from his stretch, hand dropping instantaneously to grasp his neck. to further sell the pain, he clenches his eyes shut and groans. by then peter has turned around, ink bottle be damned. the quick shuffling of feet against the wooden floor only adds to the picture of peter's concern edmund has created in the back of his eyelids.

"ed! aslan's mane, are you alright?"

"i think i got a crick in my neck. must have pulled something while stretching."

"here, here, let me see."

edmund peeks through his eyes, and watches how peter's eyebrows furrow in worry, and how his hand barely touches the neck, not wanting to aggravate the muscle. it takes much inner strength for the younger to steel his face into a pained expression over a smiling one. oh brotherly love, how pure it is. he really doesn't deserve him.

"could you maybe help me crack it? i think it could relieve the tension," he suggests, fluttering his eyes open. peter leans back and looks up thoughtfully. hmm. he has done that for himself before. and it felt somewhat better afterwards, even if not entirely cured.

"are you sure? it might hurt."

"couldn't hurt anymore than it does right now, pete. just, be careful please."

"we'll do a countdown, okay?" peter affirms.

it's too easy, edmund thinks, shifting the rigid pasta in his mouth to rest right between his teeth. when his brother comes behind his seat and rest his hands on the top and bottom of his head, the younger prepares himself mentally for the chaos that is about to ensue.

"3... 2... 1!" edmund bites down.

CRACK!

"ow ow ow! what the hell, peter!"

with the way peter shouts "aslan have mercy!" and the nasty sounding crack that accompanies it, susan, poor susan who happened to be reading peacefully next door in her own study, wastes no time to rush into the room.

"what. did. you. do?" she starts, her breath becoming more labored as she begins to register the sight in front of her. oh no. oh no. peter searches for the right words to say.

"he- i- susan, susan look at me, it's not what it looks like!"

"it hurts, i can't move my head," edmund whines, letting his lips tremble to add more effect. peter, for no discernible reason other than hearing his brother's broken and shaky voice, lets go of the head in his hands. seizing the opportunity, edmund lets his head tilt awry once more, and bites again.

CRACK!

this time both peter and susan scream in unison and edmund starts shaking and breathing erratically. to the elder siblings, it appears he's sobbing. truthfully, he's struggling to stifle his laughter. this is, by far, the funniest thing he's ever done.

"PETER!"

"I'M SORRY, i'm sorry! he said it hurts!"

"so you let go?" susan asks incredulously. edmund lets out another wounded cry. peter tries to move again but freezes when susan widens her eyes at him. he throws his hands up, and surrenders. susan makes her way back to the door of the room and peeks her head out.

"guards! call queen lucy here, and tell her to bring her cordial. now? no, go on a picnic and frolic in the fields. of course now! make haste!"

it takes no longer than ten minutes when lucy finally arrives, elixir ready in hand. when the guards called her, she thought perhaps lunch was ready. she didn't expect to hear the heart stopping news that king edmund has been gravely wounded.

he was supposed to write a proclamation today. did he somehow accidentally stab himself with a quill?

"i came as soon as i heard. what happened?" she asks, looking to edmund. so far, no feather sticking out of his chest. that's a good sign. but the way his head is tilted...

susan crosses her arms and presses her lips into a thin line. "peter, here, broke edmund's neck."

lucy's eyes widen as she turns to her older brother. oh aslan have mercy, that's even worse. "you WHAT?"

"i didn't mean to! he had a crick in his neck and he asked me to crack it out!"

"and you took him at his word? he didn't want you to literally crack his neck!" edmund chokes on the pasta. aslan's mane, lucy; does she have any idea how funny she is? he coughs down the pieces stuck in his throat and groans again to cover for himself. lucy looks at him pitifully, interpreting his lack of communication to mean that he can't even move his mouth out of such pain.

"oh edmund, it's going to be alright. let me help."

she twists the cap off. honestly, she was hoping to not use the cordial for any instances other than during battle, but this is a definite must. she can't have him paralyzed like this! but before she can land a drop, edmund closes his mouth abruptly and tugs her sleeve.

"huh? what is it ed?"

he fishes out a piece of the penne from his pocket, and shows her. at first, lucy is very puzzled. aside from the fact it's very strange he has pasta in his pockets right now, what does that have to do with anything? she tries to push his hand away.

but when he hums out a fierce "MMMPH" and even shakes the lower half of his body, lucy definitely knows he means for her to stop. so she does. it's after that, edmund points the pasta piece to his mouth and clenches it in his fist.

CRACK!

peter, susan, and lucy all blink. oh. oh.

"you little shit, i am going to kill you!" peter remarks, as lucy caps her cordial. edmund gulps down the remaining tasteless mush of penne in his mouth and starts cackling, jumping out of his chair and making a beeline to the door.

if the narnians of cair paravel see the just king attempt a valiant escape with his horse philip, and the three other monarchs tailing him from behind, they pay no mind to it.

#oh edmund #love this #the chronicles of narnia

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none of the pevensies come back the same after living in narnia. everyone knows this. but while you all focus on how going between two worlds over an expanse of time affects their psyche, i'm here realizing that peter pevensie would be sick of using pencils and pens to write.

they feel weighted between his knuckles, he realizes in school, when scribbling down notes becomes a lot more tedious than he remembers it to be. still, he tries to manage. he also notices that he takes a little longer than the average person to flesh out a rough draft essay during class time, much to his distress. in narnia, he had the entire day to plan out what he was going to write and virtually unlimited resources; what can he do with only a notebook made for submission and a couple hours? still, he tries to manage.

the final straw however, is when the professor takes off his glasses in frustration and huffs out an order for peter to work on his "chicken scratch". that's when peter's ego takes a hit, and he snatches back the paper to look at it. what makes things worse is that the professor is right. peter's handwriting looks absolutely shaky and unintelligible, as if he were a baby learning how to write all over again.

he has to do something about it.

"peter? peter!" lucy snaps her fingers in front of him. he blinks, once, twice, and shakes his head.

"what?" lucy rolls her eyes, and nods to their sister.

"i don't like that look on your face, it's the face you make when you're planning something utterly ridiculous," susan comments with a squint. peter waves her off.

"it's nothing, don't worry about it." edmund snorts, keeping his eyes trained on the page of his art history book. "well now she definitely is going to."

later that week, susan has to be physically restrained by edmund and lucy.

turns out, most feathers found on the ground are crushed beyond repair underneath the footsteps of everyday people. so, in order to fetch proper quills, peter performs the ultimate sacrifice for himself and his siblings...

and lunges after a bird.

#LMAO #LOVE THIS #the chronicles of narnia

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peter and edmund who try out different types of armor for shits and giggles but one day both try a size too big for either of them. they felt it was necessary to practice like this, wanting to see how they would hold in a duel under heavy equipment. what they didn't expect was to hit each other at the same time; metal on metal.

the armor takes BOTH of them out, vibrating with a CLANG! as they topple to the floor, dazed.

from the balcony, lucy and susan erupt into loud, loud laughter.

#LMAO #the chronicles of narnia

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a year following the defeat of the white witch, father christmas does come around to give edmund pevensie a gift as a reward for his redemption. edmund attempts to refuse politely, explaining that aslan has already given him the greatest gift of life.

"there really is no need," he tries.

father christmas pays no heed to his words.

"nonsense! come closer, your majesty. i hope you find it to be something worthy and of your liking."

the present he bestows to the just king is an enchanted chainmail shirt that, when worn underneath, allows its wearer to become virtually impenetrable to any weapon.

the enchantment includes other features such as:

size expansion, so edmund never has to fear growing out of it.

weightlessness, so edmund never feels weighted during battle.

this chainmail shirt is largely the reason why we see that edmund wears a leather neckpiece for his armor in comparison to peter who doesn't and would make a great homage to frodo's mithril armor in lord of the rings, written by j.r.r tolkien who was a dear friend of c.s lewis :)

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you know something that's been on my mind? i think susan would crochet stuffed animals for lucy when lucy was still a child in narnia, because all the ones they had were left back in the professor's mansion. out of all of them, the baby elephant was lucy's favorite and most cherished. it's susan's proudest work.

this very same elephant would be left untouched thousands of years later in lucy's quarters after her disappearance, which the following kings and queens had never dared to enter, as they did not with the rooms of the other kings and queen. but something so noble as a toy, whose purpose is to provide comfort and happiness, could never be destined to stay hidden away forever.

the castle of cair paravel burns brightly tonight, broken into nothing but flame and rubble from the recent telmarine's attack. it is in this debris king caspian the first finds a crocheted elephant. it's a cute looking thing, despite the ash that stains it so, and he decides then that he must take it with him into the heart of narnia, where his new home will be. he has it washed, and gifts it to his firstborn son, who cherishes the elephant with all his heart.

fast forward many, many years, the son has a boy of his own, and with fond memories, gives the stuffed animal to him, so that it could bring the child joy as it did for him. soon enough, the toy becomes something of an unofficial royal heirloom.

when susan catches sight of the stuffie in caspian the tenth's quarters, she finds herself fixated on it. no, it can't be. without warning, she rushes to it and takes it into her hands. caspian doesn't mind at all. finds it amusing, in fact.

"can't ignore the elephant in the room?" he teases. she doesn't entertain an answer.

"how did you get this?" caspian senses a shift in the atmosphere, and sets his book down.

"it's always been with me since i was a child. it was passed down to me through my forefathers. doctor cornelius said its creation dates back to when the telmarine dynasty first began. why do you ask?"

she smiles to herself, caressing the elephant. her eyes gloss over with the memories of an era long past. how simple times were then, when they were nothing but children chasing each other through marble halls and sleeping through history lessons. she can recall the wooden pressure of the hooks she used to interlock the textiles with, the ache of her wrists, the hug of her sister as she asks about the toy's progress.

"your professor is wrong, i'm afraid. i was the one who made this sweet little one, once upon a time. it was for lucy."

#oh i love this #the chronicles of narnia

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Harry deciding whether or not to embarrass a fan: “She’s ready!” (x)

#cutie #harry styles

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LOVE ON TOUR | Toronto- 8/15

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