#also can you tell that i 1. have never smoked weed and 2. had no idea why the fuck five would need to talk about

[selenaa5]

Overview: Geto and gojo are best friends who are both in love with you. They invite you over to drink and smoke weed. This is completely consensual as reader also is into it!!

Geto x Gojo x y/n

Warnings: smut, weed, alcohol, 3 some, oral, double penetration, anal and vaginal penetration, praise and degrading kink, cream pies, hair pulling, choking, consensual sex

You walked into gojos room and saw him and geto on the bed already rolling up a joint. The bed if full of snacks and 2 bottles of alcohol. They both look at you and smile widely. They both take in your look, you have on just a hoodie and shorts underneath. You hurry and jump into bed with them and start talking about your day. They pretend to be fully interested in what you were saying but they weren’t. They just wanted to get you drunk and high. You lay on your stomach between them and light up the join taking the first hit. You passed it to Gojo. He took a long hit as he looked you in the eyes, you blushed a little at his eye contact already feeling the weed in your system making you more shy than usual. Gojo slows the smoke into you eyes and laughs at you coughing from the cloud of smoke. Geto moves closer to you and wraps his around around you cuddling into you for an second then moving back away. You giggle at this. 2 joints later you get thirsty from the cotton mouth *worst thing ever btw 😞*you open the bottle and start to drink it as if it’s water the boys start yelling words of encouragement telling you to chug. After you chug the bottle you get up and run around the room from the burning taste. Both men laughing at you and grabbing you and throwing you onto the bed.

“God you’re such a drunk y/n.” Geto laughs stroking your stomach..raising your hoodie to expose your stomach and shorts.

“I kinda like it, she’s so cute when she’s cross faded haha” Gojo rubs your head.

You continue to giggle for no reason as you just pretend to understand what they’re saying. They look at each other knowing that now is a time to initiate their plan. They both lay next to you and cuddle into you taking in your smell..a mix of perfume and the weed. You try to get up from in between them..sitting up. They both lay their head of your shoulder and kiss you neck lightly not to scare you.

“Huh..are you guys okay, what are you doing hehe” you say with a slur.

Both boys continue to kiss you neck. Gojos hands rub up your stomach to your breast he cups them over your sweatshirt. Geto licks up to your neck and starts to leave hickeys on your neck. You whimper at the touches form the boys. They notice and it only encourages them more.

“Take your sweater off sweetie..” Geto says sitting you up so you can easily take it off.

You listen to them taking off your hoodie in a quick motion that got you back dizzy and flopping back onto the bed.. Gojo gets to the end of the bed taking off your short and panties at the same time. Cold air hits your slipper wet pussy, both boys take a minute to adore your wet pussy on display. Geto joins gojo as both of their faces are in front of your pussy..Geto moves first slipping his index finger into your pussy folds experimenting with your reaction. You close your legs shut as a reaction to his teasing. Gojo chuckles and opens your legs holding them down with just 1 arm. You moan form both of their teasing. Geto continues to slip his fingers in your fold collecting your juices..he finally slips a finger in. He can feel how hot and tight your pussy is already.

“Wow…so tight baby. Can barely even fit a finger” Geto purrs in a teasing way.

Gojo laughs at his comment, being jealous that Geto is the only one pleasing you right now. Gojo moves his finger to your pussy as well slipping his finger in with geto. You moan loudly feeling your pussy tighten around their fingers..you had thought about having sex with them for a long time but you never thought about having sex with both at the same time.

You felt your pussy tighten after a minute of them both fingering you, they curl their finger in the right spot getting you to your orgasm. You cum harder than ever, possibly from the alcohol and weed. Both men groan feeling your pussy tighten around their finger.. Gojo leans it and licks your pussy cleaned. He moans tasting your cum on his tongue wanting more as he grinds his crotch into the bed.

Geto takes his clothes off quickly feeling his dick hurt against his underwear. When he strips his pants his cock springs out, it made your jaw go slack seeing his big cock throb and pre cum leaking form his tip. Geto lifts you up onto his lap making your straddle your bare pussy against his throbbing cock. Gojo joins geto in taking off his clothes. Gojo sits besides you and rubs his cock against your ass trying to get some kind of friction. You grab Gojos cock and start to stroke it, he throws his head back moaning at your strokes. Gojo had a very pretty cock..it was super thick and veiny. Geto takes this as a good time to try and slip it in. His tip is pushing against your entrance..he struggles to slip it in from how tight you are. You whimper feeling your pussy get stretched from Getos dick..he finally slips it in and you both groan from the feeling.

“fuck…it’s so tight. Gojo..put it in her ass” he chuckles to Gojo.

You whimper at the thought of both men inside you at the same time.. you look back at Gojo and nod your head in approval. Gojo jumps behind you and slowly stretches your ass also. You scream from the sudden stretch and the pain. Gojo and Geto both kiss you neck and lips as a way to soothe you and make you forget the pain. After a few minutes the pain turns into pleasure as you slowly grind on both of their cocks. You throw your head back and onto Satorus shoulder from behind you. Gojo takes a handful of your hair and pulls it lightly. Geto joins in chokes you as he bounces you up and down holding onto your waist making you bounce on both of their cocks.

“You’re such a slut riding both our cock..we should get you drunk more often, huh?” Gojo whispers into your ear making you moan as you shake your head yes not able to speak clearly feeling yourself already close to another orgasm.

“You’re taking us so good baby..making me feel so good. Ima already so close..wanna fill your little pussy up so bad. Can I?” Geto whines into your ear pleading to cum already.

You groan and shake your head yes allowing him to cum early. Both Gojo and Geto hold onto your body and thrust into you faster than before feeling themselves close to orgasming. You cry from pleasure feeling your pussy and ass tighten around both of their cocks drill into you. All of you guy groan in pleasure as you guys all cum at the same time. Both men filling up your holes to the brim as they continue to grind in you to calm themselves down from their highs. You following them by creaming around their dicks and going limp on them feeling your body sore and tired.

Both men chuckle as you go limb…Gojo gets up and grabs a rag from the bathroom to clean you. After cleaning you they lay you into bed with them as they cuddle your naked body. You guys fall asleep :3

AN: this is my first time writing a whole smut so I hope you guys enjoy. I wanted this to be a longer one since it was my first but my next ones will be shorter :)

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jujutsu gojo #gojo #gojo satoru #gojou satoru x reader #jujutsu geto #geto smut #jjk smut #smut #geto x reader #geto suguru

[livingindabisribcage]

Dabi Relationship HC

Starting this blog off strong with the loml

for a while he'd be an AWFUL bf lmao

like he's not really sure how u ended up 'together', he just isn't gonna fight it

however, he is possessive of you. he does know that much. he doesn't know if he'd call it love, or lust, but he wants you to himself

the start of ur relationship (meeting him wise) would be a lot of little convos, smoking (or u sitting there while he smokes if u don't), and not much else

but u 2 start hanging out more and more, he realizes u don't care he's a villain so he tells you more about his life occasionally, and he doesn't really have anyone outside of the league so u become his escape kinda

some point down the line you guys end up fucking, definitely unplanned but there was also slight sexual tension every once and a while, so not unexpected

so for a while you're just fuck buddies, and neither of u really do much else except slowly starting to know more about each other

you start realizing that you do infact like him for more than just a friend, and u realize that at some point he started treating you a little more softly

he had no intention of doing it really, it just happened due to him not usually getting this close with someone and he can actually open up to you a little, so he naturally starts treating u a little (just a little) better

especially since ur the only person he's continuously fucked, he's not a virgin, but he's definitely not been with many people, but the ones he has been with he usually fucks then dips to never be seen again

he didn't really even enjoy sex that much before u, he kinda just wanted to feel grown up once he hit his late teens so he started seeking it out. plus he thought maybe it'd help him feel better for a bit, but no

anyways, at some point, ur relationship went from hanging out and fucking every once In a while, to being by each other during any free time either of u had

there'd be more innocent touching too, just hand holding while walking through the city, or loosely cuddling while scrolling on ur phones. it got to a point where someone called him your boyfriend, and you didn't object to it, and neither did he, so you both kinda just assumed that u guys were in an actual relationship

but again, he'd suck at it. realizing you 2 are basically dating, you'd prolly want to start doing a bit more relationshipy stuff, and he'd object 99% of the time.

dates? scrolling through tiktok and eating take out

affection? a slap on the ass, or a whack to the back of your head. the soft stuff he only does without realizing and you usually initiate it (hand holding, cuddling)

he will also continue to do whatever he wants. he isn't interested in other people, so he wouldn't cheat, but that isn't really a moral boundary as much as it is he can't be bothered

anything you ask of him will be met with "why are you being so annoying" "leave me alone" "what gives you the right to change who I am" things like that

you'd probably 'break up' a few times, saying you never wanna see him again or him telling you to fuck off then leaving only to be back to normal within the week

he'd probably use you in various ways too. if you have money, it's his now too. he *needs* cigs, or he *needs* weed, or any other thing he's interested in at the moment.

he didn't start to change until these 2 things happened though.

1 - you fr left. you put up with him for months, and you were fine with how he acted when it didn't feel serious, but now it feels too serious to be treated this way, and he refuses to change. so you're actually done this time.

you disappear, you block his number and any social media he has. you stay away from ur apartment as much as possible so he can't catch you there. you move on with your life.

he doesn't think he cares at first, at all. as you leave after yelling at him about how over everything you are, he literally rolls his eyes and talks to himself about how dumb and dramatic you are. and he keeps living his life.

then 2 weeks go by, again your fights are usually done with within a week, so it's unusual for you to take this long to come back. so he texts you - blocked. he texts you on something else - blocked. he doesn't understand why this is pissing him off so much.

he goes to your house, banging on the door, but no answer. he stays around the area for a few hours but you don't come back, so he finds something to write a little note on your door to tell u to stop being stupid and leaves.

another week goes by and still nothing. now he's actively looking for you. he's going insane. all of his emotions feel bottled up and he doesn't know whether to be mad, cry, or be happy that he doesn't have to worry about you anymore. he's just anxious and all he knows is that at least seeing you will solve is problems

it's been over a month now, and he's distraught. he's mad at you, but he misses you. he sits there overthinking everything he said to you and even though he doesn't really want to put in the effort to change, he does know he treated you badly. he didn't know how he viewed your relationship but you took it serious, so he should have at least tried to. no one else is willing to put so much effort into him, and he fucked it up

he does still have his league assignments though, and this one assignment sends him a bit further away. he decides to fuck around with people, and he's 'chasing' some loser into an alley way with his hand lit up in flames, kinda snickering at how pathetic this person looks terrified out of their mind.

but suddenly, as the rando turns a corner, someone comes out of it, and both you and dabi are surprised to see each other.

you had run off to stay with a friend in this city, and were trying to go to the store while staying off the main streets (being close to dabi for months kinda had an affect on your reputation, so heroes tended to at least stop you to talk if nothing worse)

after a good few seconds of awkward staring, you turned around and booked it. all your hard work was going down the drain and u panicked and ran.

and that was the 2nd thing. you ran from him. he fucked up so badly that you took 1 look at him and ran. he didn't even realize that you noticed the way his eyes got all watery from seeing you, he looked like a kicked puppy.

he was genuinely just sad. still very angry, but sad. he couldn't even bring himself to chase after you, so he just made his way home.

you had been somewhat missing him this whole time, but you didn't regret what you did until you saw his face. it didn't change anything he did, and it didn't mean he loved you or anything, but now you really missed him.

so, you went back to your apartment, but after being gone for a month ur utilities weren't on, and you couldn't be bothered to fix all that yet, so you decided to go back to dabis.

you didn't even knock once you got there, you just let yourself in, having been given a spare key a while ago, but he wasn't there.

so to pass the time, you waited in his bed, and ended up falling asleep. a few hours later, you woke up to the feeling of someone laying behind you, with their arms lazily placed over your side, and you recognized dabis scent so you just went back to sleep

this whole ordeal wasn't really brought up by either of you. dabi thought about all the things you've ever asked him to fix, although he wasn't always actually listening so he didn't remember everything, and he slowly started trying

it did take a while for things to get better, but slowly but surely they did. he'd still throw fits and bitch about things you ask of him, and he'd probably have things he needs you to change too, but you guys would work it out

now, back to just pure headcanons, for when the relationship is good

one second he's overly rough with you then the next he's overly soft. this can be taken either sexually or innocently. he likes to bully you and mess with you in ways that most people would probably think is genuinely mean, but he's not trying to actually hurt you

if he did hurt you on accident he might call u a baby at first but then he'd apologize and like rub his fingers over where u got hurt

he tries to act sneaky with his affection, he wants you to more so be like "when did this happen?" "when did we start cuddling?" that way you 'don't realize' he initiated it. even though obviously you will

kisses are surprisingly gentle. he doesn't really like biting at your lips or shoving his tongue down your throat, they're a lot more gentle and intimate than you'd think

he doesn't kiss you often though, at least not full blown kisses because they hurt his lip, but you'll get pecks here and there. the bottom lip doesn't have too many nerve endings left, but sometimes kisses pull at the staples in his cheeks and that does hurt

showers are hard for him too. he's stinky. again, most of his burnt areas don't feel too much pain, some none at all, but it's kind of just a general uncomfortableness. also, he swears he can feel water seeping in between his flesh where he has his staples. so the only way he's gonna bathe is if you help him (at first, eventually he gets the motivation to do it himself) and he more so prefers sitting in a full tub while he gets scrubbed down and all that, he hates showers

he would set anyone who flirts with you on fire. 0 hesitation. he is possessive, and as your relationship gets healthier he gets more possessive.

he's a nerd, especially when it comes to space. so a serious date he would take you on is stargazing, and he'd describe any constellation or other cool thing he can find to you

he's pretty good at drawing, he'd definitely want tattoos if he was able to get them, but he says that there's no point considering the state of his skin. so, he designs some for you, whether you get them done is up to you. he'd also love if you got him a tattoo gun to do it for you

I love you isn't said until far into the relationship. it gets to a point where it's known between both of you, but neither of you say it. you want to, but you're worried it'll upset him, and he's scared to. in his mind, despite everything you've been through and how much he clearly cares about you, if he doesn't say it, it's not true. which means if you do leave, he can pretend he doesn't care

but he does say it eventually, when you're sleeping and he thinks you're fully asleep. however, you're not, and hearing him say that immediately woke you up and you startled him as your eyes shot open and you looked at him smiling huge

he dead ass tried to run but you grabbed him and told him you love him too, and he basically went yeah whatever :/ and left but it was to hide from embarrassment

dabi, no matter how much he tries to work on his relationship with you, has tons of issues. he's angry, he's anxious and depressed. sometimes something is gonna happen and he might take it out on you, and at first he won't acknowledge it. eventually he will though, and apologizes when he's calmed down some

also, he does want to stay with you, but that doesn't stop him from wanting to achieve his revenge on his family. the only thing that's changed is that he is more determined to make it out alive. he even considers faking his death afterwards, or letting people think he died getting his revenge, that way he doesn't have to deal with all the villain bs anymore

#dabi #touya todoroki #dabi imagine #dabi headcanons #dabi scenario #dabi x reader #bnha #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #league of villains

[roarriita]

the chick from apartment 512 - ellie williams (1)

au

femreader!xelliewilliams!

content warning: explicit language, mentions of drugs and alcohol, sexual thoughts

// summary: moving into your new apartment was fairly easy. you left ‘home’ with just your government papers, banking cards and whatever clothes you could find at your parents crampet and cold house. although the neighborhood was a bit shady and the apartment elevator made an eerie sound whenever it'd start up, it was all you could afford, and it beat crashing another night at your friend's house. move in day proved to be better than expected when you catch sight of your new neighbor. her auburn hair and green eyes seemed to be all the proof that you needed, to know that this new chapter of your life would be worth paying attention to and not just skimming over. //

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you walked around your new place and sighed in satisfaction. "this will do, for now." you spoke out loud. your best friends since high school, turned to you, one holding a worried expression and the other smiling from ear to ear.

"i'm so proud of you!" jesse came up from beside you and gave you a tight side hug.

"now are you saying that because you're genuinely proud of me for getting my own place or because i won't be in the way of you and dina's sexy time."

"(y/n), why can't it be both?" jesse asked. you scoffed but couldn't help but smile at his response. you escaped from his grasp and stood in front of the perfect couple.

"i still don't know how to feel about this." dina admitted. "this building isn’t really up to code, i mean, a rat literally corned jesse in the elevator when he was on his way up with your new microwave."

"babe, what the hell." jesse said, embarrassingly. "you said you wouldn't tell anyone."

"it'll be fine, d." you crossed your arms, looking around the floor in uncertainty before looking back at dina. "yeah, yeah, it’ll be fine! i'll just make sure to keep the place extra tidy."

your voice was not convincing at all. "oh, come on (y/n), it's not even just about the rats, the hallways reek of marijuana and booze."

"you smoke weed all the time?" you immediately retorted.

"well, that's different. i'm a homeowner, i can smoke however much i want without having to take into consideration how my neighbor from 3 feet away would react." dina said.

"i'm not even reacting dina. being friends with you guys for the past six years has built up my tolerance." you remarked.

dina groaned, storming over to the window. jesse, who was still thinking about the way dina put his business out there, spoke again. "i am never telling you anything again." he then went to the kitchen area, to look for a snack.

"look, there’s blood right there on the sidewalk." dina pointed. you sighed, annoyingly as you walked over. "and it looks fresh."

you examined the splotch to where she pointed at and rolled your eyes. "what are you? a detective?"

"no, i'm a journalist, which is almost the same thing." dina responded before turning her body back to you. "but back to the point, i don't think this place is right for you. i feel like you rushed into this. why don't you just come back with jesse and i until you find somewhere else..." glancing outside and then back at you, she finished. "preferably with less crime."

"no, no!" jesse said, with his mouth stuffed of hot cheetos. "i will not listen to another true crime podcast at 2 in the morning. i'm still so confused as to why you choose to listen to that stuff at 2 in the damn morning?"

"i get bored." you shrugged.

"ugh, enough with the getting off topic. (y/n), you're coming back home with us." dina stated.

"no, i am not." you replied. "i am staying here. i signed the lease, i got the apartment keys and i've already moved in all my stuff, plus the new furniture i had to buy to make this place look less sad. i am staying." after a moment of complete silence, you then added. "i'll also lose my deposit if i break the lease and i will need my 400 dollars back eventually."

"oh my god, if this is what having children is like, i don't want them." dina wrapped her arms around you. "i just want you to be safe."

you embraced dina back. "i’ll be safe, d. i'm a big girl who can take care of herself and if i do see a rat, i'll just call jesse over to coward in the corner again until it goes away." you then mouthed for him to stop eating your cheetos.

"asshole." jesse cursed under his breath as he turned around to put your chips back.

dina chuckled with tears in her eyes. she pulled away but held onto your shoulders. "promise you'll text me everyday and call at least twice a week?"

"promise." you responded with a small smile. dina hugged you again, this time holding on for a few seconds longer before pulling away. "okay, i guess we better go and let you get adjusted."

jesse gave you another hug and placed a sincere kiss on top of your head. "stay safe, weirdo."

"you too." you said as you walked them to the door. once they got on the elevator, you went back inside your small apartment and double locked your door.

you decided to spend the rest of your day unpacking and decorating. for the first time in your life, you were officially on your own. you were terrified of course, but a part of you felt exhilarated. you were the type of girl who went about life on the side lines. you were always there, physically but mentally, you were somewhere else. somewhere far away from the pain and humiliation being in your present-self caused you. and so, you skimmed through life. only taking notice of the big things, the things that were hard to miss and ignoring whatever didn't stand out. it was sad but it was how you survived.

a knock on your door pulled you out of your thoughts. you slowly made your way up to the front door and looked in the peephole. it was a delivery man. you hesitantly opened your door. "can i help you?'

"is this apartment 511 where a miss.williams resides in?" the man asked.

"you got the first half right." you tell him. "i literally just moved in today so i don't even know if that package belongs to one of my neighb-"

you stopped talking when the apartment across from you and a few feet over, opened the door. "sorry, that's me!"

"you're ellie williams?" the guy asked.

"no, i'm her- her-" the girl who didn't even know what she was, said. "her friend. i can take it for her."

"that's nice and all but i really need the owner of this package to sign a form first." he told her as he walked over to her.

the girl groaned annoyingly before calling out for her friend. "babe! he needs your signature!" as she went back inside the apartment, you felt the urge to do the same. the problem was resolved and your assistance was no longer needed, not like you helped much, if any, to begin with.

right as you were about to turn away, your new neighbor approached her doorway. you couldn't resist the urge to stare at her. she had dark green eyes, short, auburn hair and freckles all around her nose and cheeks. you could've sworn dina was the prettiest girl you've ever seen until now. she also wore a black tank top with grey sweatpants. "hey." her voice held a bit of rasp to it. "you need me to sign?"

"yeah." the guy responded as he held out his clipboard. you watched as her toned arms reached for it. your eyes then lingered over her long fingers as she signed the paper, and you could also detect some ink on the sleeve of her arm. your brain itched with the curiosity of what her tattoo was. once she was done, she handed the guy the clipboard back and took her package. "thanks."

"no problem." the guy responded, before walking away. your eyes were still on her arm since you didn't even realize the delivery guy had left. your new neighbor with the pretty eyes and cute freckles noticed you standing there as your eyes bored into her arm.

she coughed in order to get your attention. when your eyes met hers, your cheeks flushed. "it's nice right? it hurt like a son of a bitch to get but it does well with the girls." a playful smirk laid on her lips.

your voice was caught in your throat. you didn't know how to respond or what to think. you were already horrible with human interactions but even worst with girls who looked like that. "i- uh- i- um-" you stuttered like an idiot making the girl across from you lightly laugh.

absolutely hating the feeling of someone teasing you like this, you tried gathering up your composure and coming up with something to respond with. you smiled as it was in your nature to, it was like a reflex for the times in which you were lost for words. "cocky is not a good look on pretty girls." you scoffed before heading inside your apartment and shutting the door.

ellie genuinely smiled at your response and even let out a small chuckle before heading back inside. when you heard her door close, you pushed your back up against your own door and slid to the floor. with your knees pulled up to your chest, you cupped your warm cheeks and tried focusing on getting your heartbeat to slow down. first day, at your new place and you've already embarrassed yourself, how lovely... just so lovely...

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part two, here

// a/n: yes, this was inspired by an amazing song from selena quintanilla!! i’m not sure if i want to make this an official long-fanfic or just a one-shot but i really just wanted to write something new before starting chapter 6 of roommates. i really enjoyed it, especially writing dina and jesse. i’m definitely going to write more of them in my other series. anyway, thanks for reading and i hope your having an amazing day and if not i am sending wishes for that to change immediately <3 //

#ellie x female reader #ellie williams fanfic #tlou #tlou2 #ellie williams au #elliexreader #neighbor trope #masc ellie #cocky ellie #nervous reader #dinatlou #jesse tlou #dina and jesse

[taexbankai]

I only want you

This is chapter 2, chapter 1 is here https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/taexbankai/741076154678755328

also a few warnings: so this story will include foul language, weed/smoking, drinking, sexual themes and maybe more. So if you’re not comfortable with those things and not over the age of 18 (for the sexual themes) please don’t read ahead!

Also sorry for any spelling and grammar mistakes! I wasn’t able to proofread this chapter

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today is my birthday which means i’ll finally tell satoru how i feel.

“shoko i’m so nervous i feel like i could throw up right now” i said as shoko was helping me with my hair and makeup.

“don’t be nervous, it’s just gojo” she said as she tried to calm me down

“but what if he rejects me?”

“then it’s just time to move on” she said.

i sighed and looked at myself in the mirror as i let shoko finish up doing my hair. Shoko is in the same grade as my brother and satoru, we became close because she would always hang out with suguru and satoru, so we ended up naturally bonding since we were the only two girls. when she graduates i don’t know what i’m going to do without her at school with me.

“listen y/n” shoko started “you’re extremely beautiful. you’ve rejected at least 8 different guys already because of gojo and you’re not even dating him. If gojo doesn’t feel the same about you then you can finally move on and start a relationship with someone” she said

“it’s your birthday, don’t let a boy ruin your day for you” she finished

“yea you’re right” i said “plus i’m only 15, i have a lot of life left in me” i said as i felt a little better.

“exactly! now lets starting partying!”

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The party had way more people there than i had invited. Everyone kept bringing me gifts and tons of people i’ve never met before kept saying hi to me

“happy birthday y/n! i love your dress! you look so cute!” i turned around to see yuki. She smothered me in a hug

“thank you yuki! you look super cute as well” i said, smiling at how kind she is

“thank you honey! have you seen your brother?” she asked

“no, i was actually just looking for him. want to look for him together?” i asked her. she nodded her head and grabbed my hand as we walked through all the people dancing and partying in my house. she led me to the backyard and suguru was there as well as satoru, shoko, a girl, and 3 other guys i’ve never seen before

“i knew he would be back here” yuki said to herself as we both walked up to him

“y’all smoking without me? wow i’m hurt” yuki said as she went to stand by suguru

“my bad babe, i didn’t know if you wanted to smoke any weed tonight since you were already drinking” suguru said to her as he wrapped his arm around her waist. I smiled watching the interaction

“yes i want to smoke, where’s the blunt?” she said as suguru and their other friends laughed at her. shoko passed her the blunt and then waved at me. I waved back at her. I suddenly started to feel a little out of place and decided i would talk to my brother later

i began to start walking back into the house before i felt someone grab my wrist. I turned around and was met with gojo’s beautiful blue eyes

“wait i didn’t give you your birthday gift yet” satoru said. my heart skipped a beat

“toru you didn’t’t have to get me anything-“ i started but he cut me off

“turn around” he said. I did as he said and felt him put a necklace around my neck. i looked down at the necklace and it was a beautiful heart necklace, in the middle of the heart was a huge diamond the same color as satoru's eyes. the necklace looked extremely expensive, but giving satoru’s wealthy background, i’m not surprised.

“toru..” i started as i turned back around and looked up at him, tears threatening to spill

“i know, i know i’m the best. I saw it and it reminded me of you so i bought it. happy birthday!” he said. If i wasn’t sure if i loved him yet, i was now certain that i was madly inlove with him

“i love it, thank you so much!” i said as i gave him a hug. he hugged me back almost immediately

“ you’re welcome. don’t cry it’s your birthday” he said and laughed at me

“aww how cute” suguru said in a sarcastic tone

“yea don’t cry, you look terrible when you cry” suguru added, earning him a little slap from yuki. i stopped hugging satoru and walked over to suguru

“shut up. where’s my birthday gift from you?” i said jokingly

“i cash apped it to you already” he said as he took the blunt from yuki and took a hit

“mhm… and also why is there so many people i don’t know at the party? is this my party or your party?” i said. his friends started laughing. Suguru turned towards me

“okay this is nanami, choso, haibara, and she’s riko” he said pointing to everyone. I said hi to everyone and they said hello back

“happy birthday!” the girl named riko said to me. i told her thank you with a smile and turned back to suguru

“okay well i’m going to go back in the house and go find some of my other friends since you stole my best friend” i said to him and looked at shoko

“wait… do you want to take a hit?” suguru asked me as he held the blunt towards me

“what?… are you serious?” i asked in disbelief

“yes it’s your birthday do you want to take a hit?” he asked again with a slight chuckle. i’ve never smoked weed before so i was a little nervous but excited

“okay” i said and took the blunt from him. I put it up to my lips before i looked back at suguru

“wait, i don’t know how to smoke it” i said. suguru and all his friends bursted out laughing at me.

“here take it, i don’t want to try anymore” i said, embarrassed

“here let me help you” choso said as he walked over to me. As he walked up to me i took a good look at him and realized that he’s actually extremely attractive. I then took a quick glance at satoru but saw that he was laughing and whispering something in riko’s ear. before i could really think about what he could have possibly been whispering in riko’s ear, choso was already in front of me and had took the blunt from my hands

“it’s pretty simple. you just inhale like this. hold it in your chest for a little and then blow out” he said as he took a hit of the blunt to show me how it’s done. He then handed me the blunt and i tried to take a hit. I immediately started coughing and choso patted my back as he laughed. Nanami gave me a water bottle

“thank you” i said to him as i took it and started drinking the water.

“lets try again” choso said. I took another hit and this time was able to hold it a little better than the first time.

“there you go” choso said as he smiled at me. I smiled back at him and passed him the blunt so they can keep the rotation going. I looked over at satoru again to see if he was jealous that choso was teaching me how to smoke but he was still talking to riko. He had an arm wrapped around her waist as she said something to him before they both started laughing. My heart had dropped. Are they dating? does he like her? maybe they’re just really friendly? all types of thoughts were going through my head.

“y/n” i quickly turned my head to see suguru standing in front of me. Choso had went over to mess with shoko and yuki as nanami had lit another blunt and haibara had dared them to see who could take the most hits in a minute.

“you okay?” He asked me, his gaze slowly following to where i was just looking, stopping on satoru and riko. He then quickly looked back at me, his face turning into an expression i couldn’t quite read. My brother is really smart, even my own parents didn’t know me as well as suguru did. I knew it was only a matter of time before he put together that i had a crush on satoru and that was the last thing i wanted

“yeah i’m fine!” i said and put on the best smile i could muster up.

“you sure? you know you can tell me anything right?” he said as he looked me in my eyes.

“was it the weed? did you feel pressured? i’m sorry if-“

“no it wasn’t the weed” i said and chuckled

“ i’m happy you let me try it, you usually say no” i said and gave him a hug

“i love you. thank you for putting together my party” i said to him. He surprisingly decided to let the topic go and hugged me back

“i love you too. and you’re welcome, you know i’d do anything for my little sister.”

“i’m going to go back into the party now and hang out with some of my other friends okay?” i said as i backed up and slowly started to walk backwards into the house. Suguru said okay and turned back around to his group of friends. I turned around and walked back into the house. i went and found my group of friends, yuji, nobara, and megumi and stayed with them the rest of the night.

Once the party was over only a few close friends of mine and suguru’s were still at the house.

“babeeeee” yuki said as she clung onto suguru

“lets danceeeeeee” she slurred. She was clearly cross faded

“it’s 1 in the morning, it’s time for bed. Just stay the night here” suguru said to her as he walked her upstairs. Shoko and haibara were in the kitchen together cleaning up some trash but also clearly flirting. I laughed to myself as i watched them, making a mental note to make fun of her later. I walked over and grabbed the last piece of trash in the living room and threw it away, i turned around and saw satoru talking to riko again. She looked like she wasn’t sober as well. I watched satoru gently walk her over and then place her down on the couch and give her a bottle of water to drink. He sat down next to her on the couch and watched her as she drunk the water.

Jealousy started coursing through my veins. There’s obviously something going on between them and i wanted to know, i also have to confess my feeling to satoru still.

“hey toru, can i talk to you for a quick second?” i asked as i walked up to him

“yea sure” he said as he stood up

“actually can we talk in my room? it’s kind of private” i said, nervousness starting to creep up my spine

He nodded his head and followed me up to my room. On the way up the stairs suguru ended up coming out of his room.

“what’s going on? is something the matter” he asked me, a serious look on his face

“no! i just need to talk to toru really quick” i said to him. He looked at me for a few seconds before he muttered a quiet okay.

“if you need me i’ll be downstairs. I wanna have the house cleaned tonight so when mom and dad come back home tomorrow everything isn’t a mess” he said before he started his way downstairs. satoru and i continued to my room. Once we entered he sat down on my bed. I closed the door and locked it. Satoru looked to the door nob and then to me with a look of confusion on his face

“i-i just don’t want anyone walking in!” i said trying not to look even more crazy than i already did. Satoru nodded his head in understanding

“okay, so what did you want to talk about?” he asked

“well.. i.. um.. so i actually…um” i stuttered, now extremely scared of rejection. All the years i’ve had a crush on satoru, all the times i imagined myself in a relationship with him, all the times i wanted to be able to call him my boyfriend, all the times i practiced how i would confess my feelings to him, and here i have him alone in my room. It’s now or never

“is… is riko your girlfriend?” i asked. I mentally face palmed. that wasn’t what i wanted to ask him but that’s all that was on my mind at the moment

“well….” satoru started

“not yet. We kinda just hook up from time to time but i plan on asking her to be my girlfriend soon though” he said seriously as he looked at me

“so… you love her?” i asked, my hands started to shake out of anticipation

“yeah” he said without hesitation . my entire world stopped. tears immediately began falling from my eyes, i looked down at my feet, unable to look at satoru anymore

“y/n what’s wro-“

“i’m in love with you” i cut satoru off

‘i’ve been in love with you for so long. I’ve been trying to muster up the courage to tell you but… i was scared. So i planned to finally tell you tonight”

“y/n-“

“Once i saw you and you gave me this beautiful necklace i thought for sure you had the same feelings for me but…” i said, cutting him off again

“… i saw you laughing and touching on riko so i.. i still wanted to tell you though because i love you so much and i-“

this time satoru cut me off by abruptly standing up and pulling me into a hug. I broke down and started crying in his arms

“i’m sorry y/n. If i gave you any false hope i’m sorry. I gave you the necklace because you mean a lot to me, but you’re my best friends little sister. You’re also only 15, i’m 18, i just wouldn’t feel comfortable dating you right now. I love you y/n, but… i’m not in love with you…. i’m sorry” satoru said as he hugged me tighter

“i’m really sorry y/n” he said again

“it’s.. alright satoru” i said through broken sobs

“satoru?” he asked

“no more toru? you know i don’t let any other girls call me toru-“

“sorry but can i be alone please” i said, cutting him off for the third time tonight

“y/n…” he started but trailed off

“you can have the necklace back too” i said as broke out of his hug unlocked the door, opening it after

“no, the necklace was a gift to you” he said as he walked towards me, now standing in the doorway. I began taking the necklace off anyway, too hurt and embarrassed to listen to anything he was saying

“give it to your girlfriend instead” i said holding the necklace in my palm waiting for satoru to grab it, tears still running down my face. out of the corner of my eye i saw suguru and shoko standing at the top of the staircase, but i didn’t care. i was too hurt to care about who was watching

“y/n stop-“ satoru said more sternly this time pushing my outstretched hand back towards me

“take it and leave me alone! i hate you!” i yelled and threw the necklace at satoru, i then slammed the door closed in his face and locked it

“y/n… i… i’m sorry” satoru said from behind the door. i heard him walk away and say something to shoko and suguru. I then heard suguru ask satoru to tell him exactly what happened and their voices faded so i assumed they began walking downstairs. A few seconds later a soft knock came from my door. There was a brief moment of silence before i heard “it’s me” i immediately unlocked the door and swung it open to see shoko looking at me with a sympathetic look on her face. she hugged me and i started crying again. The rest of my night consisted of me crying to shoko until i fell asleep.

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hey y’all! i hope the story isn’t too confusing, it sounds better in my head but i feel like i’m not very good at getting my words/ thoughts across in story form. So just in case anyone is confused let me clarify a few things

so, y/n is 3 years younger than suguru and his group of friends which is satoru, shoko, choso, nanami, riko, and haibara. For any other characters i add in as suguru’s friend they’ll be around his age.

For the other characters like megumi, nobara, yuji, and any other characters in y/n’s class/ characters i add in as her friends are the same age as y/n.

i hope that’s not too confusing!

#gojou satoru x reader #jujutsu gojo #gojo x y/n #gojo x reader #gojo smut #gojo saturo #gojo x you #jjk gojo #y/n #wattpad #smut #jjk x y/n #jjk suguru #jjk smut #jjk x reader #jjk #choso kamo #nanami kento

[fuck-customers]

🎂(8/21/23) This will be a bit long but now that I don't work at the bakery anymore I felt like sharing the list of things that customer's did that genuinely irked me amongst other feelings:

Things customers do or say at work that make me want to commit a war crime (+ my thoughts I can't say outloud):

"I want to get one of everything. 🤪" (Fun fact, 1 of everything is about $100)

"I'm shouldn't even be in here right now." (Then why are you???)

"I'm breaking my diet for this." (I don't care.)

I shouldn't be eating this I'm diabetic." (I have family that's diabetic. Please actually take care of yourself. 😐)

Does __ count for the B5G1F?" (No, it's actually only the vanilla cake squares. /s)

"Can I have one of that and one of that?" (The name. Is on the display case. SAY THE GOD DAMN NAME.)

"Are yall still open?" (You were able to open the door weren't you? You were able to step inside…weren't you??)

"Wow I got here just in time huh?"

(Yeah. You did. Now hurry the fuck up.)

after paying for the things they've already wanted "Can I actually get _ too?" (I can't really tell you no but holy shit why did you just now think of this?)

after paying for their things they proceed to look at all the merchandise and find something else "I'm gonna get this too." (Of course you are. 😐)

points at the devil's food cake, which is clearly labeled "Is this a brownie?" (Does it look??? Like a brownie??? If you move to your left about 4 feet you'll see actual brownies.)

"Can I get a devils food cake square?" "With which icing?" "…what do you mean?" "We have 3 different icing flavors for the devils food cake. Which icing?" "Oh. Chocolate. :)" (Fuckin- you can clearly see that we have 3 different icing flavors on display why is this so hard.)

"I don't get how you can work in here." (I need a paycheck and I get a good discount.

Also after a while you get bored of all the sugar.)

"I wouldn't be able to work in here. I'd eat everything. Haha" (Haha, yeah, I bet you would. 🙄)

literally anyone who comes in reeking of weed (…can you don't though? Idec that you smoke but why are you coming in when it's so strong???)

"Can I get a pint/quart of this flavor of ice cream?" (…why. I hate making pints and quarts its stupid and if the ice-cream is super frozen it's an actual pain in the ass.)

any family of 5+ that comes in all wanting ice cream (Please go away.)

"Can I get the pieces that have a lot of icing?" (Not really, cause the baker spread it pretty thin.)

*grown adult gets pouty when they realize that the cake squares I gave them had a

thinner layer of icing than the display* (Much like when you were a kid, pouting doesn't help. Do you want the cake or not?)

someone asks how good a certain item is I generally say it's pretty/really good. "Oh, its just pretty good?" (Yeah, cause I'm not a huge fan of that item. But you might like it cause, you know, different taste.)

Literally anyone who doesn't know the pick up name for a cake, or any details about the cake.

Wanting a fondant cake with a 24 hour notice and getting upset when we can't do it (fondant takes a least 2 days to dry)

People who forget which store they placed their order at. (We only have 2 locations????)

People who don't understand that we close early on Sundays.

People who leave the store reeking of weed. Like, the smell stays for like 5 minutes.

People who come in for a specific flavor that

we've never made. And get upset that we dont/wont/can't make it.

Everyone who doesn't understand that pumpkin spice and carrot cake are seasonal flavors that replace each other during the year. (And no. We can't just make you a carrot cake cake during pumpkin spice season because we physically don't have the ingredients.)

Everyone who doesn't understand the big 5 get 1 free deal.

People who try to open the door an hour before we open or an hour before we close and look visibly upset when they see me not move to let them in like we arent???? Open???

People who don't even try to open the door at our smaller store and think we're closed when we are open. (And people are often inside.)

People who try to hold a conversation for way too long

People who don't take an extra 2 minutes to look for what they want before asking me

where it is only for it to be a foot to their left.

People who dawdle at closing time.

People who leave their phone/cask/card in their car and have to run out to get it. They normally don't notice until their rung up.

People who try to break a $100 bill within the first hour of being open then get surprised when we don't have enough change to do that.

One of the worst interactions I had was in the bakery. This lady asked me if the strawberry cheesecake was good. I said "if you like strawberry it is." I guess that offended her somehow and she made it her mission to see my try a piece so I can tell her if it's good.

The problem with her plan is I'm allergic to strawberries. She was not having any of my "lies" and found anyone and everyone one and told them I am a horrible worker because I refused to "accommodate her request." She eventually ran into the only douche canoe manager we had at the time and got him to start insisting I try a bite to make her happy. I ended up just walking out on the rest of the shift and he tried to write me up. HR forced him to drop it when I threatened to sue.

-Rodney

[gaysindistress]

Here’s a list of things that I feel are canon for our sweet Bucky and no one can convince me otherwise.

1. Bucky’s never used drugs consensually

Now I was going to say he hasn’t done drugs at all but then again Hydra exists. You can’t tell me that they didn’t use drugs in their experiments at some point in time.

Anyways, setting the scene it’s shortly before falcon and the Winter soldier and Bucky is slowly learning how to live for himself.

Enter you; his sweet, beautiful guide to modern society. The two of you met at the grocery store when he was about ready to go full winter soldier on a self checkout machine, but you stepped in and saved both him and the poor machine. It’s late and it’s getting dark so ever the gentleman Bucky walks you to your car. You take his phone and put your number in with a cute contact name of “y/n - the cutie from the store”.

Fast forward two months and the two of you were hanging out, casually seeing each other, seeing where things go. He told you he wanted to take it slow and you respected that. With that being said, you have never been inside of each other’s apartments before. Sure he’s dropped you off at your door and you picked him up from his but you’ve never been inside.

One night when you’re coming home from a date, it starts pouring down raining. You both run to the door laughing and giggling but you insist that he stays until the rain stops because you can’t let him go and ride home on his motorcycle in the rain. It’s not safe and it’s your job as his not quite girlfriend to look out for him.

So he comes in and the first thing he sees are the floating shelves (you built all by yourself) filled with jars of what look like spices. There are also vases but he’s more focused on how many spices you have.

“I didn’t know you liked to cook,” he says as the two of you strip off your wet outer clothes.

“What?” You question back but then you follow his gaze to your wall and you giggle. Of course, this man is thoroughly confused because you have an entire wall of herbs and spices.

You giggle, even harder at his adorable, confused face, and then you tell him that that is in fact flower. Every jar is a different strain of weed and those “vases” are the bongs you’ve collected over the years. But he is not embarrassed, but more shocked because the world of weed is completely different now. He had no idea that any of this existed so naturally, he asks every question you can think of. You, being his guide to modern society, tell him everything he wants to know before he quietly asks if the two of you could get high together. You tell him that if he truly wants to then he has to spend the night because you don’t want him to drive or be alone if anything happens.

This man could not agree faster, because not only is he in your house for the first time but he’s also going to be spending the night with you AND sleeping with you for the first time. Even though he doesn’t show it, he is so giddy and happy on the inside.

Approximately 30 minutes later, you’ve chosen the perfect hybrid that’ll make him feel good but not overwhelm him and picked out the smallest bong so that he doesn’t get too high his first rip. Still you’re nervous about it so you inform him that you'll start the hit and he’ll finish it because “it’s like taking half a hit and you won’t get baked out of your mind right away.”

It’s safe to say that even with all of your precautions, he’s still one with your bed and giggling at the random movie you picked. At some point the two of you have migrated into the middle of the bed and he’s got his arms wrapped around your middle with his head nestled into your stomach.

2. Bucky secretly loves fruity drinks

Get this man a pina colada with a tiny umbrella with some pineapple on it. He will drink that shit U P. It stems from being deprived of fun for so long so he will take any and every chance to order the fruitiest drink on the menu.

3. Bucky loves vaping

He smoked here and there in the 40s but it was nothing more than social smoking. One day when he and Sam were working on the boat, a younger guy started talking to them and pulled out his vape. Sam didn’t even notice but Bucky was so confused???? Homeboy almost asked what the fuck he was doing but then the guy offered it to him and his brain short circuited.

Bucky said no but after that he couldn’t stop thinking about it. He later asked you if you knew anything about the “little thingy that you suck on and smoke comes out.” It took everything in you to not die laughing because he was being so sincere and it was so cute. You told him it was probably a vape and that people don’t smoke cigarettes anymore.

It wasn’t until you guys were out with your friends a few weeks later when one of them pulled theirs out that Bucky had to try it.

You took a puff and could feel his eyes on you so you slowly looked over at him with the vape raised.

“You wanna try?”

He nodded and once again you coached him through it so he didn’t cough up a lung. After that he would only steal others when drinking but slowly it turned into him buying one and then another one and then another one. Eventually he was hooked and it cracks you up to see the Winter Soldier, the White Wolf hitting his vape as he lounges spread eagle on your couch while watching The Office.

#bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes fic #marvel imagine #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes reader insert #marvel

[scoops-aboy86]

We see a lot of chubby Steve/weight gain post-high school but I think it would be interesting to see some fics where he’s still in school. Maybe he has to give up sports due to the concussions or something?

You're right and you should say it!! I have a bit of that in my love spell no go AU, before Starcourt happens and Steve goes full trauma-fueled must be able to protect everyone I know mode. 

So... might not be what you were hoping for but I wrote an almost 3k addition to that fic, during the part where Steve is still at Hawkins High. Swim is over for the year (and Steve avoids his pool now), and while he's still on the basketball team he's also smoking weed (helps with the nightmares, getting enough sleep, better mood, etc.) and snacking more. He's in the starter belly stage but has no complaints.

Part 1, (YOU ARE HERE), part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10, part 11 of the love spell no go au

The weed he bought from Munson is a godsend, and Steve wonders why he hadn’t thought of it before… only to remember that Nancy wouldn’t have approved. (Although she’s not a priss, exactly, she had barely even touched alcohol since the night Barb died. Until Halloween.) But he can sleep through the lonely nights now, which is worth even that hurtful pang of realization—that maybe, Nancy hadn’t been very good for him. 

(Sure, she had helped him study. And his grades had improved. But sometimes, too, she would smile and say, “You’re an idiot, Steve Harrington.” It had been cute at first, before Barb, when the smile had still been real.)

Whenever he thinks about that, or feels particularly lonely, he digs into his stash for a quick smoke out his bedroom window—never by the pool, not anymore. He gets into the habit of snacking after, even if it’s while doing his homework, because even when he’s a little bit stoned it’s somehow easier to focus on shit when he’s doing something else at the same time, and chewing works. 

(Nancy hadn’t liked it when he’d fiddled with his pencil or a rubber band or a Rubix cube or anything while she’d quizzed him with flashcards, even though he’d tried to tell her it helped. She’d fussed at him about it until he’d just… stopped.)

Other times, he zones out in front of the tv while working his way through a sandwich or a bag of chips or a sleeve of Oreos. Or takeout, a lot of the time, because his culinary skills pretty much stop at sandwiches, up to and including scrambling an egg for a breakfast sandwich. But a man cannot live on scrambled eggs alone, he’s learned that the hard way, so pizza or burgers or pasta in cardboard containers it is. 

It’s not just the munchies. After a while Steve gets into the habit of just… eating. It's not like his parents are around to notice, and Dustin and the other kids he babysits sometimes (for all that Mike protests that they aren’t babies and don’t need a sitter; what they do consistently need, however, is rides) don't care as long as he springs for enough that they can have some too. No one at school would dare say it to his face, and somehow it still doesn't manage to fully tank his slightly flagging reputation, but Steve is definitely starting to put on weight. He doesn’t care. 

He starts going to parties again half for a change of scenery, half for a change of food options. Pizza still makes a frequent appearance, but there’s popcorn and flavors of chips that he doesn’t usually buy and various kinds of snack mixes. (His favorites are anything that include M&Ms.) Sometimes, there are even cupcakes or cookies. He doesn’t dance, doesn’t even drink all that much and sticks to just beer when he does, never the punch. Most of the kids who come to these parties are there for the booze and the makeout opportunities, but he turns up to people-watch, bopping his head in time with the music if it's a song he likes, and park himself by whatever food the party has to offer. Sometimes Steve buys from Eddie if he's there, offers to share joints with him that Eddie, still wary, turns down. When the food runs out, Steve leaves.

Tonight, though, Tammy Thompson just will not leave him alone and he’s at a loss for what to do about it. She’s been talking his ear off about wanting to move to Nashville and become a country singer the entire time he’s been working on this extra large pepperoni and sausage with black olives—not his first choice, but it’s still hot enough for the cheese to stretch whenever he picks up the next slice, warm tomato sauce and grease dripping down the front of his polo more often than he can always catch with a napkin. 

“Did you want some?” he asks at some point, to be polite and hopefully indicate that he doesn’t care that she’s trying to tell him something. 

He can tell immediately that it doesn’t work, because Tammy lights up from simply being addressed, even though her answer is, “Oh, no thank you, I’m a vegetarian.”

“Right,” Steve mumbles, and crams nearly half of his next slice of meat-laden pizza in his mouth. Maybe if he talks with his mouth full. “More for me, then.”

The words come out muffled, but she still beams and offers to grab him something to drink, jumping up and scampering off before Steve even has a chance to respond. He sighs, downs the rest of the beer he’s been nursing, and takes the new one she brings him without saying thank you. Between the next pieces of pizza he pops it open, chugs it, and belches; she puts a hand on his arm. 

For a moment, at that, Steve feels a faint stirring of interest. He likes his food, did even before dropping swimming and picking up weed, and well before it started to show. Now that it has, he feels comfortable in his softer body. Good. And maybe… maybe he could handle dating someone who doesn’t mind how much he likes it. He imagines Tammy running her immaculately painted nails over his skin, places he’s noticed have been getting more sensitive lately, and suppresses a shiver. 

“Could you pass me that bowl of M&Ms over there?” he asks, testing the waters. Yeah, he could probably reach it if he stretched, but he’s starting to fill up and doesn’t feel like putting the extra pressure on his stomach. He sits back a little in his chair instead, shifting to get comfortable and laying a hand on his belly where it bows out over the waistband of his jeans. “Sorry, just, you know. Big appetite lately.”

“Oh, that’s okay, I don’t mind,” Tammy says with a giggle as she fetches the bowl for him. “Besides, you’re an athlete! I’m sure you’ll work it off in no time on the court.”

And yeah, no, that vague interest curdles immediately. As far as Steve is concerned, the only parts of himself he wants to get rid of are all in his head—the heartbroken parts, the nightmare and trauma parts, the desperately lonely and needy parts. But he’s not so lonely that he’ll hook up with a girl who’s willing in spite of how he looks, because what else could she possibly be interested in? His personality?

He barely even has one. King Steve has always been bullshit, Nancy was right about that much. 

Through the crowd, he spots curly hair and a flash of dark leather—Eddie. Good, he’d been hoping to buy more tonight, and this is as good an excuse to exit this conversation as any. 

Steve grabs a handful of M&Ms to shove in his mouth and flips the lid of the pizza box closed, handing the bowl back to Tammy and taking the box with him when he stands. “Well, enjoy the rest of the party,” he blurts. “I’ve gotta go see a guy about some drugs. Bye!”

As he makes his escape, some girl that he thinks he might have class with or something just about shoulder-checks him, but he’s solid enough that she ends up stumbling from the impact instead. The glare she gives him could peel paint… which is actually kind of refreshing, after enduring Tammy’s simpering for the better part of an hour. 

To Eddie’s perpetual frustration, now that Steve Harrington has started buying weed from him he can never seem to be free of the guy. Case in point: the “Hey, Munson, wait up!” that follows him to the backyard of tonight’s house party slash business venture. 

He waits until he’s down the patio steps before whipping around, prepared to glare and snap an impatient what do you want, Harrington, but ends up staring at a pizza box that’s being shoved in his face. 

“Pizza?” Steve says. 

Eddie blinks at the box, then at the boy holding it. “This isn’t your party. Doesn’t that mean it’s not your pizza to offer?”

“It might as well be, I’ve eaten most of it,” Steve replies. “No one seemed to notice, that makes it fair game.” 

Once, Eddie had been selling at a party and been bitched out for touching a single cookie, because those were for guests. He wants to scowl, but then his gaze flicks down to the partly open box and sees that there aren’t many slices left, eyes fixing on the evidence dripped down the front of Steve’s shirt and the way it’s… tight, across his middle. “You ate all but three slices of an entire extra large?”

He’s not sure what answer he expects to get. Maybe something like Of course not, dickhead, or maybe just, What, like it’s hard? But all Steve says is, “Yep.” And keeps looking at him with those sweet hazel eyes that seem bight and not too clouded by alcohol. 

Still, Eddie is wary. “Okay… You first.” 

Steve just shrugs and pulls out a slice, taking a bite before Eddie snatches it out of his hand. “Hey!”

“Just making sure it wasn’t poisoned first, sweetheart,” Eddie retorts, sneering for the excuse to call a pretty boy sweetheart in semi-public, butterflies stirring in his stomach at getting away with it. “Don’t worry, the rest is all yours.”

“Who’s tried to poison you?” Steve asks in a perplexed tone, folding the last two slices together to make a pizza sandwich and tossing the empty box onto the deck. Still following Eddie, because of course this is Eddie’s life. Love spell was a spectacular failure, but he’s still got the boy of his dreams following him around like a lost duckling because he’s got drugs. Fucking fantastic. 

And Eddie doesn’t want to get into the whole thing—those rumors from when Eddie had been in seventh grade and Steve had been in sixth, for all that they’re both in the same grade now, about some kid who’d been sent to the ER from a bad reaction to itching powder. There were variations where it had gotten in his eyes and nearly blinded him, or on his food and made his throat swell shut, or in his underwear and turned his dick so red his balls fell off. In reality, he had only gone to the nurse with a bad rash and hadn’t even been allowed to go home, but it left a goddamn impression. 

He doesn’t want to get into it, not if Steve either doesn’t remember the rumors or hasn’t connected them to his present day self, so he just rolls his eyes and says, “Are you looking to buy or what?”

Steve immediately brightens a bit, like a golden retriever spotting someone holding a tennis ball. “Yeah, I smoked the last I had before coming here but it’s already worn off I think.” And takes a big bite of his two pizza slices. 

So Eddie leads him to a darker nook around the side of the house for the deal, trying not to stare at the way Steve’s cheeks bow out while he chews, like a damn chipmunk. It’s cute. He’s kind of angry that it’s cute, that there’s still a part of him that lights up when Steve looks happy, satisfied, content—and right now all of those boxes are checked. 

“Want to smoke a little now?” Steve offers, once he’s paid and taken the baggie one handed, popped the rest of the food in his mouth, licked his fingers clean, and pulled out a pack of rolling papers. And Eddie pauses too long before answering, long enough that Steve takes the lack of refusal as a yes. 

Which Eddie should correct, because he usually says no to that sort of thing, especially when he’s at parties specifically to sell. He’s turned Steve down before, even; it’s like the guy has a whole thing about offering whenever he plans on lighting up asap. Eddie knows better to fall into that trap. 

But it’s a nice night. The weather is mild for spring, business has been good, and Steve licks his lips to get the last traces of pizza sauce before his tongue darts out to wet the paper and finish rolling the joint. Nice and tight, like the denim hugging Steve’s ass and thighs tighter recently. So Eddie sticks around, breaks his rule and tries to keep his face clear of any evidence that he is fixated on the few degrees of separation between smoking and kissing, heart hammering the entire time. He tells himself it’s a one time only thing, but knows he might be lying. Recognizes how addictive this could be. 

“Thanks for being here,” Steve says after passing the joint back and forth a few times, his eyes glazed and drooping. “Really needed this tonight.”

“That’s what I’m here for, man,” Eddie replies. He’s leaning against the side of the house practically shoulder to shoulder with his crush, and the high washing over him is really taking the edge off the jagged yearning in his chest. Like, he still wants, but he’s happy just floating in the present moment, content with the indirect sharing of spit. And this is… This is okay. 

Surprisingly okay. 

It throws Eddie for a loop because it’s at odds with the whole King Steve image. The whole puppet master persona that isn’t a bully, but can with a few words cut someone down socially to where the bullies could reach them, if they so wish. Popular kids at Hawkins High walk around with their noses in the air like they’ve never smelled a fart and refuse to start now, but this is the guy they turn around and start brown-nosing. King Steve isn’t nice, he’s used to being waited on. Kings do not say thank you to the court jester for simply carrying out his profession. 

Just Steve, though, is different. Just Steve is chill and finished most of an entire huge pizza while mostly sober, is filling out his clothes even better these days in Eddie’s opinion, and currently looks the most at peace he’s ever seen a person. No walls, no guard… Just Steve. 

Okay, that one split joint had gone straight to his head, god damn. 

“Well, I’m gonna take off,” Eddie announces, and can’t tell if he’s said it too loud or not. He pushes off the wall with a shake of his head. “You snagged pretty much the last of my inventory, so I’ll just get out of here before someone starts handing out the torches and pitchforks.”

Steve chuckles. “Like any of those guys in there know how to make a torch,” he scoffs. He manages to say it in a way that almost makes Eddie lean in. Makes him feel like he’s been let in on some sort of inside joke, like they could but those losers couldn’t. 

Which is—Okay, so Eddie does in theory know how to make a torch, he’d looked into it for one of his earliest homebrew campaigns, but Steve Harringnton? The very idea of Steve whipping off his shirt, tying it to a branch, soaking the end in something flammable, and lighting it up is something out of fantasy. Out of specific fantasies that he has had. It snaps Eddie out of the hazy bubble of they that Steve had somehow created with just a few words, and holy shit. Was that one of the side effects of his wonky spell, or was that Just Steve?

“Yeah, sure,” Eddie scoffs back, putting more distance between them even though he does want to lean in, dammit, but he wants Steve to want it too. Even though it’s on the tip of his tongue to ask the guy if he has a ride home, or if he wants to swing by the mom and pop ice cream place on Main for desert or something; Eddie has been practicing swallowing down urges like that since he’d hit adolescence. “Find me next time you need to top up your stash, Harrington.”

He walks away fast enough that if Steve responds he doesn’t hear it, heading for the back gate that he’d left the house for in the first place. His van is parked strategically nearby for a quick getaway, just in case the party got out of hand and a neighbor called the cops. 

And if his dreams that night feature a completely relaxed Steve Harrington chewing on never ending slices of pizza and that blissful look of peace on his face, his lips shiny with spit and grease, it’s not like Eddie is ever going to tell anyone.

Tag list (comment to be added): @hotluncheddie @8em-em-em8 @anaibis @connected-dots @lawrencebshoggoth

#love spell no go au #wg steddie #chubby steve harrington #eddie munson #mentions of past stancy #tammy thompson #i have nothing against tammy but she is very much pursuing steve because of the love spell more than anything else #pre-relationship steddie #this fic will eventually be up on ao3... i just want to finish it first

[babiefries]

you answered that ask i sent about urb being a sweetheart perfectly & i agree 100%. also feel free to continue as much as you want, never apologize for continuing your thoughts! i have some below.

i think urb is the type to not believe in soulmates, but he meets u and then he can’t deny it, knows they have to be real. he felt his world shift when he met you. you’re so unbelievably special to him.

but also imagine him not knowing or realizing how much better/intense/etc sex can be when you’re absolutely in love & truly connected to the soul to someone until he’s with u. he feels insatiable all the time, fucking is so good and like nothing he’s ever experienced before, and it’s bc u both just feel so connected to each other. when u look into each others eyes when ur fucking it ends up being the most intense orgasm u both have had. and it’s similar with other close and intimate positions.

but when u start fucking without condoms its almost like another shift. it’s unreal how good it feels for both of u, it’s so intense and you can feel the soul connection between you both so powerfully. but urb feels so fucking good fucking u raw he can hardly handle it. like the best high he’s ever had.

he’d be insatiable when it comes to you. he just wants to make you feel good, like that’s his main priority. ofc he wants blowjobs and to fuck u and such but u have to cum on his face first almost every time. and fuck……with that scruff it would feel so good. makes me clench thinking about it.

and he just loves eating pussy so fucking much…has to have it on the regular. cause 1. he loves making u feel good but also 2. his main motivator is that u taste so fucking good on his tongue he just wants. loves tongue fucking u and making out with the pussy essentially and hearing those moans from u knowing he’s the cause. makes him so fucking hard he probably could come from that tbqh, especially when u start riding his face, he just accepts his fate that he’s gonna come untouched from that.

but yeah he’s a romantic at heart and also knows u inside and out, knows every favorite and least favorite, every goal and every fear, all the things about u. so he knows exactly what would cheer u up, motivate you, make ur bad days better. (i want something now about him helping his girl thru a bad day 🥺)

and u never meant to tell him everything, but it just kinda happened. u just felt so safe with him the one night u were talking that it just kinda tumbled out. also means he knows the best things to do for you romance wise and it always catches u off guard cause he’s that good at it.

i really love the idea of being each others safe place. u have always told him the safest place u feel is being wrapped up in his arms and he also just becomes ur safe person. it goes both ways too, urb knows he can tell u anything without fear of judgement or anything and he probably would end up telling u things that maybe jack wouldn’t even know. and imagine jack would want to get to know u so bad bc he needs to know the girl that took his best friends heart.

also yes i think he’s gonna be so goofy with his lover omg, she probably jokes that she can’t stand him but the look in her eyes says it all.

am confident urb would share his weed with her all the time, loves smoking and getting high with his baby.

also yes i agree he’s planning dates all the time around his crazy schedule and sometimes u go on dates while he’s traveling cause it’s a priority of his. and he always sweeps u off ur feet so to speak cause it’s just. he’s so good at it. but every date has a photoshoot. has multiple files of pictures of u. some before the date with just you then with him, some fit checks, a ton of off guard pics and also rated r pics.

would have post orgasm pics where u look absolutely fucked out, ones from during, with new sets of lingerie. actually he would probably do boudoir type shoots of u a lot, he has sooooooo many ideas.

def agree he’d look at her like she hung the stars and the moon. (would take her camping i bet too so they can watch the stars 🥹) she’s everything in his eyes, like his whole world tbh.

jack would want to get to know her so bad. urb would prob hide her away from everyone cause he wants her all to himself in the early months but eventually jack gets to a point where he feels like he needs to meet the person who’s stolen his best friends heart. ofc jack would love her cause she makes urb so fucking happy, but i think that they would be able to bond super easily regardless.

i’m glad you agree he’s a sweet boy, i believe in it so strongly. did not mean for this to be this long i just started and kinda couldn’t stop. 🫣

also — a note at the end. urb would slay at the met gala tbqh

Wow I agree with all of this word for word especially with Jack wanting to meet the girl that got his bestie so wrapped around her finger.Like when/if urban is finally in love and it’s in the early stages I can definitely see him being a bit on guard being that he is a now very well know photographer for his bestie jack that someone would try and take advantage of his liking towards them to benefit their selves into getting closer to jack.But as time goes on he sees that you really have true intentions at the start and are there for him in the long one and that his feelings are important to you that you wanna build a strong relationship.And Ik that other people are gonna have there opinion about how urban is with women being as some people like to be too in his business for a person they do not personally know at all but with what we have seen over time urban looks like he knows how have a good time for himself and others around him,he just seems like he brightens up the room with his banter and that the more that you get to know him that he can show you a side of him that’s more reserved for people he keeps close to his heart but also you’d get to see the side of him that loves and cherishes you so much.Like I said before once urban finds his person it’s game over like that man is locked in for life! Whether or not he has his relationship public people are gonna know that this man has someone waiting on him at home that not anyone can compete or compare to in his eyes✨😌I also feel like if he is a bit public about it that he’s definitely just gonna like spam post her randomly then go back to regular program 😂😭like there will not be a time when he ain’t letting his girl shine and have her moments like she literally got a professional photographer as her man he’s getting every angle and making sure his baby look good okay💅🏽😌

Urban would absolutely love smoking and just vibing with his girl(me personally I don’t smoke but I think I would dabble in the future)like I can imagine how goofy y’all would be together just high and being in the moment with each other and having one of those like “moments” where everything just feels so right like the universe is at a stand still and it’s just you guys ora coming together and making you feel whole with each other.

Sex would just be a whole new experience for y’all feeling that type of intimacy of being so close together like y’all are becoming one soul with to body’s and it’s just so intense that you both just get so lost in the feeling and how wonderful it is.

I would try and write more but my brain is just so distracted and I can’t focus on one thing😭but I think our boy Urban is and absolutely sweetheart and a romantic when it comes down to his future person he would buy her the entire galaxy if he could

#urban wyatt #jack harlow #jackman harlow #urban wyatt x reader #jack #urban

[ask-serendipity-sky]

people freaking out about jk smoking are so weird lol

(1) it's not that bad (like if he was doing hard drugs), and this is coming from someone (me) who hates smoking (i can't stand the smell, it makes me sneeze, feel dizzy, and have trouble breathing)

(2) i don't smoke or drink alcohol, but as long as others are safe (as you can be...) idc, it's their body, their choices.. not mine. my best friends smoked weed, my mom and grandma smoke cigarettes, doesn't mean i love them or care for them any less

(3) i'm confused why he started though, if it was a change of mind or an influence? and again he's a grown adult, it's his choice and he can change his mind (though i would say that is more so for less severe things, like wanting kids, career choices ect, not doing drugs but idk)

(4) i can't take people on my twt tl saying "he's so hot" seriously, no matter how many people i love, care for, or stan do it, smoking will never be cool or attractive (like jm could come out smoking too and i'd have the same opinion as i currently have about th and jk)

(5) tkkrs romanticizing this.... pls shut the actual fck up. besides the info coming from a stalker, tk both smoking does not mean they're dating. also trying to use it as a "gotcha" moment towards jkkrs is so fucking stupid, bc up until now jk had been very much against smoking to the point he was fighting and begging his dad to stop and even telling fans not to do so. not our fault we believed jk over stan accounts lol (that were mostly trying to include jk for shipping)

hope people leave jk alone, he's not perfect, he's human

and once again, STOP SPREADING STALKER CONTENT OF THE BOYS (especially to validate a "ship" and when the person has said how stalking and this invasive behavior bothers him)

Hi,

Ugh. Tkkrs are fucking pathetic. They even have fan art of Tae and Jk smoking together.

That's desperation and insanity (and lack of creativity) at its highest point.

Thank you for sharing.

[omegaversesteddieweek]

STEDDIE OMEGAVERSE WEEK DAY TWO: OMEGA/OMEGA or ALPHA/ALPHA -- ROUND UP

Here are all of our amazing submissions for Day Two of Steddie Omegaverse Week 2023! Find them under the read more. You can find all of these on our collection on ao3 or at the links below.

But to open my arms and give it all to you by Caroline_is_not_here

Explicit, complete, no warnings, 12.3k

Steve has always had this emptiness inside him, an emptiness that he was never able to fill, until Eddie came into his life. After all, omegas are made to live together, it's clear that no one but an omega could fill that void, but for Steve, who knows that this relationship should be nothing more than platonic, he knew it wasn't enough. Steve wanted more.

hearth in my home, heart in my chest by catknives

Teens & Up, complete, no warnings, 2.2k

Steve and Eddie have been friends forever. Steve is pretty sure he never wants to be with anyone else. Nothing, not even designations, can change that.

I Was Made for Lovin' You by HawkinsBNBG

Explicit, complete, chose not to use warnings, 8.1k

Just a good ol' story of two friends who had it bad for each other.

to build a home by Atleastwritingisfun

Teens & Up, complete, chose not to use warnings, 3.4k

Steve's failed at a lot of things in life, and without anywhere to go now - he goes to the one place he feels whole. And perhaps in that home, he finds a part of him heals that wasn't truly broken in the first place. aka Steve gets kicked out of the house and ends up living with the Munsons.

Track Service by PersonalLies (BleachFox)

Explicit, complete, no warnings, 4.1k

Steve was panting, sweat dripping down his face as he ran laps in the blistering summer heat. The school track was mostly deserted this time, the darkening sky doing nothing to relieve the day's humidity. Feet aching, heart pounding, Steve loved the rush that came from running. He’d already done several laps, the burn starting to become uncomfortable as he neared the school again. As he passed the bleachers, the wind began blowing in his face, and although it was refreshing, it also made his pace falter. Freshly cut grass, the smell of the woods… Steve could feel his teeth sharpening, aching to bite, and he glanced around as he slowed to a stop at the dirt line. The scent was starting to fade, so he began running back up the track in the opposite direction, following the scent now. It was coming from behind the bleachers, and as he rounded the end, he found Eddie Munson smoking beneath them. Eddie jumped at his sudden appearance, and the tantalizing scent soured. “Harrington?”

How to Fool an Alpha Into Dropping an Outrageous Sum of Money on your Lying Ass (For Depserate Motherfuckers Only) by hullosweetpea

Mature, complete, no warnings, 1.8k

1. Find a stack of “Past Due” bills from the gas, water, and electric companies in the kitchen hidden in an old Ritz tin. 2. Curse your uncle for not telling you. 3. Do the math. It’s more than your paycheck from Melvald’s and your side gig of selling ditch weed to high schoolers and burnouts can afford. 4. Roll a joint with your best weed. Smoke yourself straight into the stratosphere. 5. Come up with a beautiful plan. 6. Recruit long-time best friend into said plan. 7. Pick up alpha suppressants and omega scent enhancers from your supplier. 8. Open a new bank account. 9. Write your uncle an apology note. You’ll be back in a month or two. 10. Drive to Chicago to make the worst (best) decision of your life.

Bring Me Back Down (Safe in Your Arms) by LenjaminButton

Teens & Up, complete, no warnings, 1.6k

Steve?” Dustin’s voice was hesitant as he crouched nearby, looking over the scene with worried eyes, “Is he okay?” “He’s scared.” He murmured back, not pausing in the way he was petting through Eddie’s hair, “He’s kinda…feral at the moment.”

this thing that builds by vivisea

Teens & Up, complete, no warnings, 5.9k

“They need to move me to his room,” Steve says. Joyce’s eyebrows jump toward her bangs. “What?” “We learned about it in my EMT course. If his pack isn’t here and the doctors can’t administer a hormonal treatment, the next-best thing is nesting with another omega. Usually it'd be someone close to him, but… we have to try.” OR Eddie Munson drops in the hospital. Luckily, he’s not the only omega in the Party.

But to open my arms and give it all to you by Caroline_is_not_here

Explicit, complete, no warnings, 12.3k

Steve has always had this emptiness inside him, an emptiness that he was never able to fill, until Eddie came into his life. After all, omegas are made to live together, it's clear that no one but an omega could fill that void, but for Steve, who knows that this relationship should be nothing more than platonic, he knew it wasn't enough. Steve wanted more. Steve wanted a taboo.

Prodigious birth of love it is to me, that I must love a loathed enemy. by ohstars

Mature, complete, no warnings, 1.7k

Steve Harrington could have any omega he wants at Hawkins High, but not the man he really loves.

Nothing Tastes Better by StarsHideYourFires

Mature, complete, no warnings, 1.6k

Wayne’s tired. He just worked a double and he’s ready to hit the hay. Only problem is he’s come home to a house stinking of Omega in heat and it sure as hell shouldn’t be Eddie. A look at love through the lens of Eddie Munson and the two most important men in his life.

make for me a soft universe by griesly

Explicit, complete, no warnings, 9.1k

When Eddie gets tapped to check in on a very ill Steve, he expects the flu - not touch-sickness. That, at least, Eddie can do something about.

Twitter Threads:

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Thanks to all of our amazing contributors this past week!!

#steddieomegaverseweek #steddie fic #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie #steddie week #stranger things #stranger things fic

[thebookowal]

I am going nuts over Webzone (not sure about the logo maybe I’ll change it) you better grab some snacks because worst staying here all night

Ever since I created them and I got nothing on my mind except them…. I have already created a lore for each and every one of them…. And I even finished their main design. They’re on my doodle book, but just the heads…..( only one of them I wasn’t really relaxed about how their hair look so I’m not gonna show until I figure out the good hair design)

The members of Webzone

1-Vj : the eldest, and the one with the bright idea about the themes of their shows and concerts… Responsible for everything(he might act like he isn’t and he is really is (not /sometimes ) responsible)

2-Vl: the second eldest and the mastermind behind the idea of creating this band….. who also got the looks… and the bod…(he trains a lot /drinks, a lot of protein)good at cooking take care of their little brothers when vj is busy, take care of &&$&&&$… slushy‘s gossip friend and prank, buddy

3-Slush.y : “THE ‘Y’ IS SILENT-“ the third oldest hyper and got the good moves, but got an anger, problem short tempered more like….and…… have a drug problem(fucking weed) sarcastic…. Prank master.(a fucking beast.)

4-mk: the fourth oldest….. Got the soft voice…. Knows how to flirt… shy little dude.. do not let him in the kitchen (can burn water) a nerd likes to read a lot(secretly want to be a lawyer)… the victim of all slush.y work(pranks)

5-DJ: the baby brother….. got the groove and the lyrics and the background music…. Without him webzone is nothing.(because of the lyrics and the background music.)…. you wanna laugh? He’s your man… smile never leaves his face (blush)* ahm*… Can be straightforward sometimes….. knows what boundaries are (but not as a robot)….. sometimes he overwork himself….. to the point he never slept in three days…(job application )….(sometimes when he talk, you feel like he smoked weed.)(cannot quit cigarette…… but can reduce the amount of using) spoiled Little baby girl ✨…..

Now for the lore 😈

OK…. So…… let’s start with how everything collapsed…… because everything was fine till this incident happened….. and I’m not talking on stage….(I’m really trying so hard not to copy brozone ) this incident happens to be inside their house…. All the older brothers were pressuring DJ telling him that this concert they’re going to have it’s the most important concert ever because if they mention to impress one person through this whole crowd (this person is very important ) they will succeed…… so they asked him to make a song very very important song….. at the moment to hear its name you’ll hear Oscar ‘ award’

he was so pressured to the point he started to cry when they all fall asleep he didn’t slept for a long time and he can’t deal with this whole pressure thing. He does good under pressure, but the amount they gave him was not like usual….. until the next morning they were all freshen up very well slept and ready to hear DJ new song….. which he never wrote…… they asked him more like yelled at him. Why haven’t you wrote in the song?….. he screamed back for the first time in years…… he can’t deal with his pressure and he’s scared…. They had a very terrible fight. and the only person that actually went kept quiet (after he saw how stressed DJ was confused of course he was ) was. Vl……. DJ stormed. out of his room the one proceeded to go after him was slush.y…. Slushy did felt. pressure. That small little DJ.(who is a teenager by the way.) was having.

DJ secretly was preparing His excepted to art and music college application…. He sent it and they accepted him.(he was so happy he’s going to fulfill his dreams of becoming a DJ…… is going to be hard to find a job….. but at least he’s going to be he always wanted to be)…… so that night DJ was preparing his bags to actually leave for college….. He didn’t tell his brother which he got accepted and he didn’t even tell him he sent it already…… he wanted it to be a surprise (but then this concert showed up) He wrote a letter saying that he’s leaving and will meet when he is succeed in life…. And he left it in the living room on the coffee table…. And took one look and never got back again….. this was the end of WEBZONE

What actually caused them to leave was the pressure ….. and the fact they didn’t really wanted to hear what he wanted to be….. they all actually took it from having fun……to succession for money for fame… each one of them got blinded by greed…… until they lost their little baby brother….. this caused them to separate

The aftermath of the break up of the well-known band webzone

1-Vj: became a wrestler in an illegal arena…. he’s not proud of it, but it gives him money…… the man that will break your heart kind of material…. known by ‘poison smile’ got tattoo of his Arena name

2-Vl : open the restaurant (it got karaoke… and a stage to perform in) married a goth woman… her name is Lilith…. he got 5 kids 1 girl 4 boys . The oldest is a boy. The second oldest is a girl…. and the youngest is a baby named disc(you can say he’s a younger version of DJ by the action I mean) very chill dude….talks business…. financially stable.

3-slush.y : owns a party house(it’s a place where you’re going to party 24 hours every day) it looks more like a a nightclub than a house(and yes, it is his actual house)…… nightstand(to the fucking roof he lost track boy)…… the last person you go to for advice…. Actually loves slushy’s..(he actually loves to drink them all the time/he even makes them with alcohol drinks)….. smokes weed….. from where he got all that money?? answer ! scams boy(he plays 21)

4-mk : he became a lawyer. He is a very famous one too….. and actually… knows BB from a distance…(I don’t know if anybody remember this or does this person rings a bell)…. Actually, have a very stable lifestyle…. And love, criminal movies and yes, he is still a nerd….(try so hard to contacts all his brothers managed to only contact Vl…. and now he is his lawyer)

5-DJ the baby brother have become successful and heard about…… all over(he worked at the make a pizza Plex) he is a stable relationship with y/n…. Best friends with moon and sun (specially moon) doesn’t really speak to eclipse(eclipse is very distant from DJ) he got what he have always wanted and more(he doesn’t want his siblings to find out… because he doesn’t know how they’ve changed….. he just hope that everything happened for a reason and it’s probably for the better)

~THE END~ Did you have any idea how long this has been cooking in my brain?……. And I have been preparing some old pictures as well so as a small little, you know apology….. even though it’s not really a good apology

Baby DJ wearing Vj shirt

and here is a first description of how the siblings are now after the aftermath

#dj music man #djmm #fnaf #fnaf djmm #aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa #(almost) daily music man #yes #thebookawol #webzone #I am so so sorry

[mypookiewookiebear]

Hetalia characters, high (pt.2)

same concept as the last one, featuring north and south Italy, Germany, Japan, Prussia, and Spain! (axis powers + friends)

TW/CW: drugs, mostly weed, i curse like a sailor, i make a couple hippie jokes, I have chronic tiktok humor, I abuse emojis

AN: someone reblogged part 1 so I had to rush and make part 2. Also i apologize if this is bad (y'know what they say about sequels)

N. Italy

Cannot handle weed for the life of him, zero tolerance.

Not a bad thing of course, just a general observation.

Also cannot smoke, at all…

So in the event he decides to get high, he just takes an edible.

Boy oh boy does he go through some shit.

It makes him… deep? Very introspective, and hungry.

MAJOR munchies, fiending for pasta

He opens his eyes, sees the world and shit, probably hallucinates his grandpa

Overall: bad trip, a lot of munchies, and he saw grandpa again!

S. Italy

Bad tolerance, just like his brother. On the bright side, he can smoke!

I think this is how he actually relaxes. Like I don’t think he’s ripping a fat hit from a bong on the daily or mass amounts of edibles.

I think he rolls a little joint and smokes it outside in the sun, probably in the countryside with his old lady garden.

(probably grew the shit himself, cause i bet he gardens all the time)

Overall: smokes to wind down, and garden, because he is a hippie grandma

Spain

Kinda like S. Italy, like he would smoke to relax and be one with nature, (or whatever you get my point, they’re hippies)

BUT! He is down to do some stupid shit, with his threeway bromance!!!

I can see it, Prussia brings in strong ass edibles, and dares Spain to eat one.

Spain, (never one to refuse a dare) takes it a step forward, and eats two

Yeah that did not end well. It’s fine they’re immortal who cares about consequences 🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄

Anyway, I can see him in the kitchen cooking up a storm while high, (if he isn’t super high lol)

Overall: also a hippie grandma, can be dared to do stupid shit

Germany

He’s on my nightmare blunt rotation list, no.1 D.A.R.E. enthusiast.

Well with the right amount of peer pressure from N. Italy he would try it

It gives him so much energy, he tries to take everyone out for a run, and fucking speeds past everyone.

Never again

Prussia

I think if I tried to smoke with him while Germany was young (y’know, in ye olden days) he would crucify me 💀

Nowadays, he is much more chill, and took himself off of the nightmare blunt rotation list!

He always brings snacks, also kind of an enabler? 

Like if I talked about “this edible ain’t shit” he would just tell me to take another one. 

(bad advice kids, never take another till the first one hits)

If he’s super high he is really funny, laughs at everything and makes funny jokes

Overall: Redeemed himself, good snacks, an enabler…

Japan

Uh he doesn’t smoke a lot because its fucking illegal at his place 💀

I looked it up, any amount is at least five years in the yard…

Kind of a shame because it naturally grows there… unfair

They use meth more often than weed lol

In the scenario he does get super high, I think he hops on fortnite with the boyz.

He is THE alpha with the cold heart, just on the grind set

Probably watches some trippy anime, like Saiki k

Overall: gamer, also a criminal technically, but whateva

not my tiktok!

ok gn guys

if this gets likes i will write more hetalia/weed content ‼️‼️‼️‼️

#hetalia #aph italy #aph romano #aph spain #aph japan #aph germany #aph prussia #writing! #i just added tags lol #hetalia headcanons #high #tw weed

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ೃ༄HIT DICE (I)

EDDIE MUNSON X HARRINGTON!OC

MASTERLIST

✧chapter one: expectations of a buttercup

↳ word count: 6,8k

↳ spoiler warning: seasons 1-3

↳ other warnings: smoking weed, being high, mildly drastic wound description (regarding the Mind Flayer), mentions of death (minor characters)

↳ mentioned songs/artists: Tears for Fears, Purple Haze by Jimi Hendrix, Diary of the Madman by Ozzy Osbourne

↳ a/n: hello lovies! I’ve been working on this piece since the ending of vol.2, trying to bring our boy Edds justice. hope you enjoy my little scribbles! if you want to be notified each time I post — comment or dm me!

Sometimes, expectations can appear exorbitant.

For instance, some may anticipate to pass a strenuous test with flying colors. Others may hope to conduct a trenchant analysis of the nagging emotions, seething inside of them. There are also those, who look forward to obtaining wealth; whether it's spiritual or plainly material.

Those things, however, are significantly more likely to be fulfilled while compared with...

"Steve! I swear, I'm going to fuckin' kill you!"

...the expectations regarding your own siblings.

"Geez! Calm down, booger," Steve Harrington sighed loudly, rolling his eyes at the sound of his younger sister re-entering their house.

A spoon he was eating his cereals with was still in his mouth when he heard a harsh noise of the car keys hitting the surface of their wooden kitchen table.

"I've been telling you for the past four days there's something wrong with my car!" The brunette girl bursted out with an expression of utter anger. The kind, people let themselves express only around the closest family members.

"So, uh, have you considered visiting a mechanic?" Steve answered nonchalantly, completely not bothered by the fit of rage his sister was displaying.

"You've promised me to do it!"

With that, Steve Harrington finally took the metal spoon out of his mouth and with the most blank and carefree expression asked, "Did I?"

It was the final nail in the coffin for the already furious girl. Plucking up unspeakable amounts of strength, she gritted her teeth in hopes of keeping her composure steady...

...or rather what had remained of it at that point.

"On Wednesday, to be precise. It's Friday today," she reminded him, inhaling audibly. Just as her mother always ordered her to do when she wanted to calm herself down.

"Well, that's great then, isn't it?" Steve smirked, getting up from his chair as he sloppily placed the bowl and the spoon in the sink. "Friday, weekend... Lot's of free time, 'ya know? Might as well visit the mechanic yourself," he added deliberately, simply to further annoy his younger sibling.

It wasn't surprising at all when his sister let out another frustrated growl. To be frank, it was exactly what Steve had expected and, as the matter of fact, something he would never get tired of.

"It's not about fixing the car now! It's about you not keeping the promises!" The girl was fuming as she walked up to him. "I'm telling you that there's a problem, you're assuring me you'll help me with it, and what? Each time I start the engine, my pretty baby is wheezing and grunting like goddamn Sloth!"

Steve watched in amusement as his sister throws her hands in the air, only to mumble, "I thought sloths are usually really quiet."

The brunette stopped herself to blink twice at her brother's remark.

"I meant the character in the Goonies. You know, the one with fractured skull... Geez! You work in Family Video! You should've gotten the reference," she explained with a sigh, now anxiously stomping her feet.

"What?" Steve chuckled at the sight of his sister suddenly regaining her usual persona.

"Well, I'm waiting for you to drive me to school, idiot. I need to get there somehow," she answered with an excessive amount of confidence in her voice.

"You can always use your bike," he shrugged casually, grabbing, however, the keys to his BMW as he made his way towards the door. With a victorious grin, his sister followed him, mechanically walking up to the front seat of the car. "Hey! We're picking up Robin as well. You gotta sit in the backseat for being a pain in the ass," he added, watching her once again grimacing in disbelief at his antics.

"We could've not have this conversation if you did what you've promised," she murmured, eventually taking her seat in Steve's car.

A Tears for Fears song resounded when the vehicle started. It was immediately followed by Steve's cheeky humming as he made a U-turn, putting his sunglasses on at the same time.

"That's child endangerment," his sister remarked, noting how the maneuver was done with only one of his hands.

"Yeah, why do you think I did that?" Steve grinned from ear to ear, turning up the volume of the radio.

Bickering was something that often occurred between the Harrington siblings, whether done by sheer malice or purely out of boredom. It was a repetitive theme despite the indisputable status of their parents or, maybe, it was that exact spoken social expectation that made the sibling behave abruptly childish when left alone. Just as the two of them were frantically trying to hold onto the only relatively positive aspect of their lives — their carefree childhood.

It would have been an understatement to claim the Harringtons weren't living a comfortable life — quite the opposite actually. With their parents obtaining respectable positions that guaranteed a certain level of wealth, the siblings couldn't complain about lack of money, nor inability to pursue their hobbies. Neither of them were bullied because their upbringing or a particular item of clothing they decided to wear. Neither of them experienced the downsides of live other children at their age faced with everyday.

Due to all of the advantages the siblings had, it was almost impossible to complain about any inconvenience, no matter how grand. Moreover, that fact was making it excruciatingly hard for them to realize that, in fact, they both faced their own demons.

"Is dad coming home this weekend?" The tone in which the question was spoken utterly differed from the one used in conversation that had happened just a while ago.

"No clue. Besides, you're the one that should know. He likes you better," Steve muttered, glancing at his sister's reflection in the back mirror. His answer, however, didn't hold no envy nor jealousy. It was a mere stating of facts, which unfortunately still made his sister feeling a specific type of tingling in her chest.

Guilt.

Rivalry between the Harrington's appeared when they both were attending High School and ended as soon as Steve graduated. While telling his parents he wasn't looking forward to attend a university just yet, they abruptly cut off his allowance, claiming his two options now were to make up his mind, or simply find a job. Steve vividly remembered the agitation on his father's face when this conversation took place. Most importantly, he recalled him and his mother debating whether or not had him to move out. The only thing that made them change their minds was the calm voice of his younger sister, slowly talking them out of the idea. With the politeness of a grand duchess and the debate skills of an Oxford lawyer, the girl singlehandedly stopped a tragedy from happening...

...or that at least he had told Robin the first time she properly met his sister.

Properly, because the two of them were already acquainted with each other. After all, they were peers, attending quite a few classes together for the past three years, now going on four.

"Hi, Dingus... Oh, hi, Stacy!" The door of the car swung open as the voice of Robin Buckley greeted the Harrington siblings. Putting on a seatbelt, she squinted her eyes after ogling her classmate, "Why are you sitting in the backseat?" she asked, amused.

"Ask him, not me," Stacy Harrington shrugged, a sly smirk appearing on her face when she playfully grabbed the sides of her brother's face from behind. "Look at that shit-eating grin. So proud of bullying his little sister," she added with a false notion of hurt.

"Yeah, keep shaking my head. It's not like I'm driving or doing anything else that could potentially cause a car crash," Steve complained in a monotonous tone, causing Stacy to furrow her brow and pretend to choke him, her fingers never touching his neck.

"It's like watching a soap opera with the two of you," Robin exclaimed, her eyes wide open in pure diversion.

"Not my fault he's an airhead," Stacey scoffed.

"Not my fault she's mental," Steve replied in the exact same manner.

It was only a matter of another few minutes when the trio found themselves in the Hawkins High parking lot. With one more insult exchanged between the siblings before saying goodbye, Stacy got out of the car, holding onto her brown leather bag.

"So," Robin started after walking up to her. "Have a good day, Harrington."

The awkwardness with which the sentence was spoken equaled Stacy's response that contained of a quiet, "Yeah..." And even more inaudible, "You too."

Watching the dark-blonde girl disappear into the depth of a school corridor, Stacy tightened the grip on her bag. It had only been a few seconds before her timid expression vanished. The reason for the sudden change? The silhouettes of her classmates appearing on the horizon.

With a polite yet insincere smile she was used to, Stacy waved them hello after fleeing to the bathroom. With a deep sigh, the dark-haired girl rested her palms on the sink that had definitely seen better times.

Another day of being a coward, she thought to herself before she heard the bell ring.

She regretted not chatting with Robin Buckley after they got out of the car. She regretted not being able to drop the role she was still unwillingly pursuing. After all, the two high school seniors were parts of cliques that drastically differed, given not only their social status, but also the general idea of their characters; Robin wasn't popular amongst other students. She was a band geek, who wasn't afraid to reply with a snarky comment. Despite her coyness, she was almost always able to be her most authentic self.

Stacy's role, on the other hand, had been assigned to her the day she enrolled high school. With her brother Steve — formerly known as the King — Harrington, she didn't need to worry about venturing into the extraneous place that contained of stereotypes, social stigmas and, simultaneously, sweaty basketball players, aggressively slamming the door of a locker in front of her face. It came easy to her to find her way in high school after having it already paved by her older brother.

At first, it was like a dream come true — everyone smiling at her sight, not being targeted by the older kids. Herself, Stacy was quite an opinionated and bold teenager. Moreover, she had the audacity to speak her mind without being afraid to be raked over the coals. Therefore, she had gained a fair share of popularity — amongst classmates because of her charisma, and amongst teachers due to her academic skills. A picture perfect scenery, if you were to ask her just two years ago. An ideal high school experience, was what she would have said up until the last summer.

The last summer.

Stacy squinted her eyes in the middle of her math class.

Stacy thought being stuck in the other dimension with her brother and a bunch neighborhood kids last October was bad. She though learning about the existence of the Upside Down was just enough. That, however, did not prepare her for what she was about to witness. Every so often her memory was flooded by the horrid images of the Starcourt Mall massacre. The fire, the gunshots, the ginormous monster made out of the flesh of flayed Hawkins citizens.

And the little pink bow sticking out of its body. The little pink bow that belonged to her classmate, Heather.

Moreover, much like her brother, Stacy Harrington grew up. How could she not? After all, after witnessing what her eyes had seen was enough to mature anyone, especially a preppy girl, whose only concern was what to wear to the pep-rally. Now, her problems oscillated not only in the area of Hawkins High, but also consisted of the emotional trauma she couldn't share with anyone.

She found peace and serenity in cutting herself off of the social life. At least, to the amount that could still held her in favors of the school elite. After all, she saw what happened to her brother when he stopped being friends with Tommy and Carol — he was dethroned. Bullied even. Although King Steve would never admit that. Therefore, Stacy calculated what she needed to do in order to maintain both her peace of mind and the position. That being — occupying herself with school work and claiming she needed to focus on passing the finals flawlessly.

It wasn't a complete lie. Stacy consequently succeeded academically, learning bringing her genuine satisfaction. Now, however, it became an unstoppable coping mechanism. A last thread that was keeping her sane.

Today was no different than what she had gotten herself used to for the past year: get up, argue with Steve, attend classes. This is why she was now in cafeteria, sitting on the opposite side of the table Chrissy Cunningham was located at.

Cheerleaders and preppy girls. Something that used to be Stacy's pride, now ended up being a burden.

Munching on a piece of stale toast, she mindlessly looked up, her eyes trailing down the windows with Halloween decorations still on. Of course no one bothered to take them down, it was just a week after the holiday.

Her stare landed on the theatre kids spot. Stacy always admired the bold accessories some of them used to put on. For instance, today a girl, whose name couldn't pop up in Stacy's mind, was wearing an obnoxiously large black hat with flowers of the same color.

Then, she turned her gaze towards the band geeks amongst which Robin was seated at. All absorbed in a conversation, they shared smiles with each other. Smiles, that were far from sarcastically amused expression of the cheerleaders when they were gossiping.

Finally, her eyes travelled towards the direction of Dustin, Lucas and Mike, who were just about to put their trays down at the Dungeons and Dragons table. Her stare must have been obvious, hence her brother's curly-haired friend waved at her. In response, she raised her hand up, watching the eyes of the infamous Eddie Munson widening. With a chuckle, he gesticulated vividly while starting up a conversation with Henderson.

Returning her attention to her plate, Stacy looked down. There was no possibility she was ever going to be like these kids. Not bothered by anyone's opinion, not worrying about the social status, but most importantly — not being afraid to be themselves.

She, Stacy B. Harrington, was the biggest coward of them all. And the only thing she could do about it was live in never ending regret.

It took her another three classes to came to the conclusion that she couldn't keep her act anymore. Everything was leading to her downfall, and the only thing that could eventually stop her from reaching her breaking point was the notion of her completing the most idiotic plan she could currently came up with.

And Dustin Henderson was to blame for that. If it hadn't been for him waving at her, the idea would've never cluttered her mind.

With the sound of the last bell of the day, Stacy made her way towards her locker, waiting for a certain individual to show up. It took a few minutes for her to notice his silhouette approaching the lockers. To be complete frank, Stacy could've closed her eyes and still know it was him — the sound of a clinking chains attached to his belt was making it impossible to confuse Eddie Munson with any other person from Hawkins High.

There were numerous rumors surrounding his persona, as well as the club he was the leader of. Stacy recalled one of the cheerleaders claiming they sacrifice neighborhood babies for satanic rituals. Although this could be as well a poor joke told by someone of Jason Carver's sort. Disregarding the mass-frightening stories, Stacy could clearly see why people were resentful when it came to Eddie. After all, he did, in fact, repeat senior year once again this year. And that already added to his mysterious and formidable persona.

Yet, being a Harrington concluded Stacy was acting incredibly confident in times of possible danger. It so happened to be awfully extensive to the point where she was plainly making an idiot out of herself.

"Hi," she said as soon as she noticed Eddie closing his locker.

Apparently hearing her voice was so unexpected to him, he blinked rapidly before opening his mouth.

"My, my! Stacy Harrington giving me a heart attack on a Friday afternoon..." he started, the fact she truly scared him covered by his smooth-talk. "Can't say that something I'd ever imagined to happen, though I'm not mad," he chuckled.

Although the words naturally flew from his mouth, Eddie Munson had to admit that conversations with popular people were making him beyond uncomfortable.

"Well, I do have something to ask you for," Stacy replied, entertained by the exaggerated expressions he was displaying as they spoke.

"A few words more and I'll be convinced you weren't staring at our table today because of Henderson, but because of me," he smirked, observing how the girl in pleated blazer opened her mouth to appear slightly offended.

"I wasn't staring at anyone!" she argued in a playful tone, letting out a single giggle at the end of her exclamation.

"Sure. How could I possibly cause Miss Harrington of such things?" Eddie asked, dropping his eyes down for a second. "Anyway... cut to the chase," he added, standing up straight.

" I have this little green problem," she said with a serious tone but furrowed her brow as Eddie did not elaborate. "Purple Haze problem?" she tried to make another reference.

"Oh, you're a Jimi Hendrix fan?" Eddie exclaimed, toying with the fact that both Hendrix's song and a specific type of plant shared the same name.

"Don't make fun of me," Stacy reprimanded him, however, failed in keeping a stone expression.

"I'm not," Eddie defended himself. "It just has to be the weirdest way of someone asking me for some weed."

The girl scoffed, looking away for a brief moment, "Apologies for the lack of professionalism."

Eddie shook his head, maybe to appear more intimidating, maybe to cover the smile that was highly inappropriate for a drug dealer. "Meet me in my car in twenty. Just so, you know, none of your prim girlfriends will see you," he meant the last sentence as a joke, although it hit a bit too close too home for Stacy.

Nodding her head, they parted their ways, so as Stacy found herself once again in the school bathroom today. Glancing at her reflection, she quickly fixed her hair — another thing the Harrington siblings had in common. A neat coiffure, held in place by Farrah Fawcet's hairspray.

The twenty minutes Stacy was supposed to wait were dragging on substantially, equal to what waiting for a parent in a grocery store was like. Finally, after what felt like eternity, Stacy left the school grounds, making her way towards the well-known van. Knocking on the back door, she was immediately greeted by the sound of loud music.

"And that's all from being discrete," she murmured more to herself that to Eddie, taking a look at the insides of the car.

"What do you think about my humble vehicle?" he started up a conversation, placing a black metal box on the table inside.

Stacy placed her hands on her hips, taking a quick look around the van. "Spacious," she murmured.

"Comparing to that 'lil red Chevy of yours? Without a doubt," he smirked, shaking the two plastic bags he had just took out. "Any particular wishes? Let me just warn you, I don't have your Purple Haze," he teased her.

"Anything that's not mostly Incica, really," Stacy answered, taking a few steps closer to her classmate.

"Oh, what a connoisseur," Eddie murmured. Stacy couldn't tell if he was being sarcastic or not. "Is Pineapple Express fine by you, buttercup?" he asked, showing her one of the bags.

"Yeah," she let out a chuckle at the nickname she was called.

"I normally do twenty bucks for half of an ounce..." Eddie started, getting up from the small table.

"That will do," Stacy interrupted him, opening her bag to search for the bank note.

Eddie tilted his head as he glanced over her. "I was about to give you a discount," he replied bluntly.

"Then keep the change for the splendid customer service," she shrugged.

For a split second Eddie Munson thought the time froze. All he could see was Stacy Harrington, looking up at him with the most genuine smile he had ever seen a girl like her display. The rays of sun that got inside of the van through the patchy blinds illuminated the locks of her hazel hair, causing her to appear almost magical.

So magical, in fact, that he didn't hear her repeating his name over three times by now.

"Sorry. I spaced out," he admitted, shaking his head as a promise of now listening to her clearly.

"Well, I figured it out," Stacy laughed, placing the money before him. "I was asking if you have any rolling papers," she repeated, taking her share of weed.

"Oh, yeah, sure," Eddie blabbered, reaching out to the drawer on top of the seating. Without asking, Stacy sat down the moment the tissue-like paper was handed out to her. Silently exuberant by her staying a while longer, Eddie took a spot beside her, watching as she carefully began rolling the blunt. "So, tell me... since when does Little Miss Perfect smoke dope?" he asked nonchalantly.

An amused grin appeared on Stacy's face before she even got a chance to answer. It was above surprising how much she smiled during her conversation with Eddie. "Since everything took a turn for the worse," she answered evasively.

"Yeah... I expect being on top of the class is really the worst that could happened," Eddie wondered, causing Stacy to immediately look at him.

"You know shit, Munson," she whispered in a defensive tone, sending him a reprimanding stare.

"Fuck, no, I didn't mean it as an insult," he was quick to defend himself the moment he realized he worded his sentence badly. "What I wanted to say is I just can't... imagine that."

His abrupt answer made Stacy's cheeks burn. Of course she exaggerated his words. She often had a tendency to get awfully preserving when it came to people doubting her. Something, that possibly appeared in her life due to not being able to tell others about her problems. After all, Stacy Harrington wasn't a person one could relate to. From the surface she seemed like a terribly shallow person, who didn't differ much from those, whose only intention was to achieve success, no matter the costs.

"Sorry," she muttered, apologizing. "I get really articulate when I'm focused," she added, showing Eddie her perfectly rolled blunt.

And just like the tension was never there, he chuckled, taking it from her to admire it in the better light, "Look at that! And I originally thought you're just a munchkin. You're full of surprises, Miss Harrington."

Getting up and bowing dramatically, Stacy giggled, "Comes in handy."

"Well," Eddie shook his head. "All I have to tell you now is to enjoy the product," he added in the same, over the top manner.

Smiling, Stacy grabbed her bag. However, before she decided to open the van doors, she turned back, facing Eddie, who now wore quite a confused expression.

"Everything's alright? Did you forget something?" he asked her quickly, concerned for the reason of her possible upset.

"Actually, I was just wondering if you maybe wanted to smoke together," Stacy answered, watching's Eddie's eyes opening ever wider than before.

Without a word, just with a mere disbelief painted all over his face, he pointed — firstly at himself, then — at her. Not a second later he smirked, his locks covering his face, "You know what they say... don't get high on your own supply," he quoted.

"Like I'll believe you don't use your own stuff," Stacy scoffed. "Besides, you're not Tony Montana... So?"

Eddie shook his head once again, smirking to himself, "How can I refuse a girl, who's just got a Scarface reference?"

"That, my dear, is called a deal breaker," she responded, following Eddie to the front of the van.

"A hit dice," he corrected her, starting his car. "We'll drive just beside that part of the forest. Smoking on the school's parking lot is far too crazy... Even for Eddie the Freak," he explained quickly, spitting out the last part with a notion of sarcasm.

"That's quite a lofty nickname, isn't it?" Stacy asked, causing Eddie to glance at her for a spare second. "Awfully uncreative... but lofty," she corrected herself, smiling at the sounds of a song that just played on the radio.

"Lofty," Eddie repeated in a scoff, only to notice Stacy's hand traveling towards the head unit of his van. "Hey! No changing music in my car. I have full monopoly on what's playing," he stated half threateningly, half jokingly.

"Who said I was going to change it?" Stacy asked, almost like her former intentions were the clearest thing in the world.

"You weren't?"

The brunette giggled in disbelief. "I wanted to turn it up. I like this song... Dairy of a Madman is a good album in general," she admitted, watching Eddie displaying visible shock. "What?"

"You're shitting me," Eddie let out the air he was holding for definitely longer than he should. "There's no way you're listening to Ozzy Osbourne."

"Why?" Stacy asked light-heartedly as they found themselves in a more secluded area.

"Because you're... you," Eddie gesticulated vividly after stopping his car.

With a flick of her hair, Stacy got out of the van, waiting for her companion to join her as she lit up the blunt.

"I am me," she repeated his words. "Munson, you're not even high yet and you're already talking nonsense."

"Anything for you, I guess," he shrugged, inhaling their shared blunt.

"You know what?" Stacy chuckled at the sudden memory flooding her mind. "I do remember you way before high school, actually," she added, watching him scrunching his nose.

"Wasn't expecting to have a stalker. Especially not one in a form of Hawkins' pride and joy," he confessed leaning on the hood of his van.

"Yeah, I'm not sure about that joy part," Stacy chuckled, feeling an unwitting smile entering her face.

"Just look at you, buttercup. All happy and dandy." Eddie pointed at her expression.

"That's just the weed kicking in," she answered, which simultaneously was the worst idea she could possibly have, hence she choked on a huge cloud of smoke.

"Oi, here you had me thinking you were a professional," he teased her, gaining a nudge on the arm.

"Shit happens even to the best, okay?" she responded in the same tone.

A few minutes after, Stacy and Eddie found themselves sitting on the mulching ground, casually exchanging any thoughtful remarks their stimulated minds were telling them to vocalize. It was strangely calming to Stacy how the presence of a person she didn't exchange even a hello before had helped her become utterly tranquil. Of course, it was also the merit of the chemicals that now entered their bodies, however, despite being intoxicated Stacy could've concluded she wouldn't have been in such a positive state if it wasn't for the curly-haired metal head.

"So, you say you remember my little meek persona, huh?" Eddie asked, returning to the conversation they were having beforehand.

In response, Stacy's eyes wandered way above Eddie's head, landing somewhere in between of the branches.

"Yeah," she started in a dreamy tone. "Only your hair was a 'lil bit shorter," she spoke softly, catching with the corner of her eye how a smirk entered his face. "By 'lil bit I mean shittone. Like, way, way shorter. Non-existent even," she corrected herself, thinking his reaction was caused by her unclear response.

She had no idea, however, Eddie's expression was a reaction of a genuine surprise.

"You mean middle school?" He wanted to clarify and succeeded by watching her nod her head. "You're right. That buzz cut was ooglay," he agreed in an exaggerated tone.

"I never said it was ugly." Stacy crossed her arms. "Although I must say, you do look way better with your hair like that," she added, almost like she was complimenting an old friend, not a classmate she had never spoken a word with before.

"You think?" Eddie asked in a challenging tone, abruptly grabbing a handful of his locks as he covered his face with it.

She had forgotten how it felt to genuine laugh at someone's jokes. She had forgotten the feeling of excitement while discussing a certain topic. Moreover, she had forgotten how to relax.

"I like your blazer," Eddie spoke after a few minutes of silence.

"I stole it from my brother back in eight grade," Stacy disclosed, her voice lowered, almost like she was gossiping with her cheerleader friends.

"Oh, yeah, your brother..." he hummed in response, almost like he had completely forgotten about that instance. "How is he, by the way?"

"Just... you know... working," Stacy struggled to form a sentence as her glance was focused on the spot behind Eddie. "Look, I think that's a squirrel," she said confidently, pointing somewhere in front of her.

"Where?" He squinted his eyes in order to adjust his eyesight. "I don't see anything, buttercup. You're delusional," he added after a while.

"No, I'm not, Eddie! I swear that squirrel was there just a moment ago!" Stacy argued, however, not being able to stop laughing.

"Well, you surely scared it with your screaming by now... Where are you going?"

"Go through your things and look for some snacks," she replied innocently and jumped back in the vehicle.

"You won't find anything despite a few molded sandwiches!" Eddie called after her, adding to himself, "...and possibly some drugs."

Not a moment later he heard a noise of something metal hitting the ground.

"I didn't break anything!" Stacy reassured him. "Everything's under control!"

She had no idea that the last sentence would so hauntingly occupy her mind the day next.

It was a Saturday. One of the warmest one this November, actually. Her brown locks were sprawled across her back as she managed to finally unscrew the top part of the metal lid, covering the air filter. It was just around four in the evening when she returned from the mechanic with a newly bought substitute — a stark white filtering compartment, covered by silver pieces made to secure the device.

It was excruciatingly bold of her to presume she would manage to change it without anyone's help. But, with her persistent will and stupendous motivation caused by neither her father nor Steve being currently at home, Stacy Harrington gritted her teeth, calming herself down with the, "Everything's under control." In reality, however, she was silently cursing out whoever, who tightened the screws so hard, her knuckles were becoming white from trying to loosen them.

Ever since she could remember, Stacy was drawn to manual work such as preparing a volcano model for her middle school's talent show or plainly helping to fix the kitchen sink. Maybe that sudden enjoyment was the culprit of her current interest in science.

This, however, wasn't the case of today, considering the fact Stacy was now aggressively wiping off the grease she managed to get herself dirty with just a moment ago. Not being keen on smearing her Walkman with it, she rubbed the substance in her old jean shorts. Reaching just above her knees, the piece of clothing was completely out of style — something, her friends would immediately tease her about if she were to leave her house in them. To her benefit, today she could allow herself to look drastically different from usual; her hair were tied in a ponytail that already started to fell apart, the loose strands of hair making her appear like she had just rolled out of her bed. A flannel shirt she was wearing previously belonged to her father, therefore it was awfully big on her. In addition, its condition was far from satisfying. Holes in it were certainly contradicting her always-ironed shirts.

Stacy didn't expect to see anyone than her brother today. After all, their parents weren't going to be home this weekend. Therefore, she let out a loud gag of surprise the moment she heard a car pulling up. At first, she thought maybe it Steve, who ended his shift earlier. Yet she didn't even need to look up to know she was wrong — she could've flawlessly recognized the sound of his BMW engine. Then she came up with an idea someone had mistakenly driven near her house, stopping the car to ask for directions. Grabbing the hood of her car, simply to see the unexpected visitor, a grin appeared on her face the moment she noticed a van, parked just by the side of her driveway.

"Missed me already?" Stacy called teasingly.

"Sure I did, sweetheart," Eddie Munson answered. The confidence in Stacy's tone was so magnetizing, he couldn't help but smile with each step he took. "You forgot your blazer yesterday," he added, watching an expression of surprise paint all over her face.

"I did?" She asked in an over-dramatic tone, wiping her hands before taking her belongings from him. "Sorry for the trouble," she added, nodding towards the direction of his car.

"'S fine," he muttered, shoving his hands to his pockets. "It was a good excuse, though."

Stacy scrunched her nose, giggling silently, "Care to elaborate?"

"You know, just to see what Miss Hawkins does on her free time," he answered nonchalantly, glancing over her shoulder to take a look under the hood of her Chevrolet. "Again, that's the last thing I would've expected... Always thought girls like you..."

"Girls like me, huh?" Stacy smirked, interrupting him. "Is it somewhat a nice way of telling me I look like shit today?"

"Well, you look... different," Eddie responded with a shrug, yet immediately realized how his answer may have sounded. "I-It's a compliment, though," he corrected himself, vividly gesturing with one of his hands.

Stacy bursted into laughter the second she noticed how terrified his face look. Just as he was afraid to be faced with her being offended.

"No worries, I'm used to having and older brother, who insults me all of the time," she added while re-doing her ponytail.

Instead of thinking of an answer, Eddie carefully watched her every movement, captivated by the smoothness of it. He didn't know if it was the shorts with grease stains on them or her easygoing persona that caused her to appear more... reachable.

Eddie Munson wasn't a person, who took enjoyment in talking with popular kids. Quite the opposite, actually — the only times he found himself conversing with them were the short moments in the school's canteen. They mostly consisted of mutual short comments on each other differences — a response to bullying he had received ever since he could remember. It was exactly bullying that made his opinion on them unanimous, forming his approach towards them as hostile.

It was this exact fact that made him feel so off-track during those past two days. He expected Stacy Harrington to be just like the rest of her friends — mean and scary. After all he only recognized her from being a popular straight-A student, whose class he happened to find himself in when he failed his senior year. Again.

Yet, to his surprise, Stacy was standing right in front of him, laughing not at him, but because of him.

"Geez, this filter looks crusty," he commented, glancing over the already exchanged device, laying next to the red Chevrolet.

"And I was wondering why my car was making strange noises... Well, here's the culprit," Stacy chuckled, kicking the old air filter.

There was a moment of silence during which Eddie wondered if he should already leave. After all, he arrived here just to give back Stacy her blazer she left in his van while hazed by the weed they smoked yesterday. Yet, something —he couldn't exactly place what — made him want to stay just for a while longer. Purely to enjoy the presence of a girl, who caught his attention in such a peculiar way.

"How did I even manage to forget that?" Stacy laughed, pointing towards the direction of the blazer she messily threw behind the hood of the car.

"Actually, you did almost break the table inside," Eddie chuckled, watching an overly hurt expression paint on Stacy's face.

"I did not! I simply stumbled and..."

"Hey, Stace!" Both Stacy and Eddie turned towards the figure that just entered the Harrington's front yard.

"Oh, hi, Steve," the girl responded, wondering how she didn't notice her brother's car that was now parked just beside Eddie's van. "You got off duty early?" She added, suddenly feeling uneasy.

"Yeah..." Steve narrowed his eyes. "What's Munson doing here?" he asked the question that was on his mind the moment he left his car.

"I-uh, he came here to hand me my blazer," Stacy explained quickly, hoping the odd feeling of tension will leave her as soon as it appeared.

"Yup, the blazer," Eddie confirmed, sensing how strangely Stacy's persona changed as soon as she saw her brother.

"It's not drugs or anything, right?" Steve furrowed his brow even more, eyeing the curly-haired man. "Cause I swear to god, Stace, if you..."

"Jesus, why are you so weird about it?" His sister bursted out, just like she wasn't the one creating this specific atmosphere.

"Because how did he know it was yours?" Steve argued in a child-like tone, crossing his arms.

"It has your name written on the fucking tag!" Stacy replied, grabbing the clothing that previously belonged to her brother. The tag showed his name in a messy handwriting. The e's being the only letters written in lowercase.

"Yeah, of course," he snorted, shaking his head rapidly.

"Honestly, man, you need to cool down. It's not that big of a deal," Eddie inputed, however, his respond failed in resolving the strange exchange of words between the siblings. "She left it in..."

"School. In the English classroom," Stacy rapidly interrupted, not giving him a chance to finish.

"Yeah..." Eddie confirmed her lie, suddenly looking down to look at his boots that now were toying with the rocks on the driveway. "'S not like we're friends or anything. I mean, how could we? She's Miss Hawkins and I'm just your local drug dealer, right?"

It was his attempted joke that caused everything in Stacy body to stop function. Eddie was right — the two of them had completely different backgrounds. Moreover, the idea of them hanging out was one of the most abstract things one could imagine.

Yet still — his sudden change of tone, the lack of eye contact and, most importantly, the fact Stacy truly took liking to him made his answer something she couldn't bare.

But then, it hit her like a speeding train.

She couldn't object.

Not because she shared reservation towards Eddie Munson, but because she couldn't bring herself to admit her whole persona was a lie.

Had it be a streak of confidence, a mere ray of bravery that could let her be herself. That could let her be, who she truly wanted to be without caring about what others said. Without being afraid they'd exclude her.

Even if they meant her own brother right now.

Seemingly insignificant interaction put her in the most uncomfortable place she could possibly find herself in. Because agreeing on Eddie's explanation stopped being an excuse and started being the vocal factor of her inability to express her own self. A thing she couldn't come clear with from the moment she started giving doubts about her own social role.

With Steve's quiet whatever and him leaving the two alone, Stacy swallowed the gulp in her throat to prepare for apologizing to Eddie for the cumbersome instance. Yet, none of the things she wanted to say came out. Not even a single word.

Because of that, Eddie felt like he needed to be the one to break the silence that now became quite gruesome.

"Sorry... I'll stop bothering you, buttercup," he muttered, turning on his heel with an apologetic smile.

Stacy wanted to stop him. She wanted to reassure him he was not being a burden.

But instead of that, she murmured a silent bye, watching as he got into his van and drove away.

Sometimes, expectation could appear quite exorbitant. Especially when being the one that cannot bear their own cowardliness.

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[soursturniolo]

hi! I really want to write this fic I have an idea for but it involves the reader being drunk/tipsy. I’m a minor and have never really done any of that stuff, so I have no experience to help me write it. You’re an older fan so I’m assuming you’ve maybe drank or smoked and I was wondering if you could share experience or give some pointers?? I’d love u foreverrrr

Hi friend! Yes I can for sure do that to help you out. But first, our favorite, ✨disclaimers✨

1. I don’t condone underage drinking or smoking. Don’t let people pressure you into that shit. Don’t feel like you have to do that stuff to “fit in” or “be cool”. You can have just as much fun at a party or event sober as you can under the influence. And speaking from experience, I mean that wholeheartedly. Just last week I was the DD at a get together and I had just as much fun as my bestie who drank a margarita the size of her head.

2. People all have different experiences to substances, so I can only tell you of my personal experiences and some that I’ve witnessed.

3. Of age, or not if you choose because it’s your life and your choice at the end of the day, if you choose to drink or do other things, please be safe. Know for certain what you’re putting in your body. Be in a safe place with safe individuals you trust. If things go south, even if it means getting in trouble, get help. You’d rather be in a bit of trouble but alive, than in danger.

4. If you’re prescribed meds by a doctor, consider talking to them about what you take and how it interacts with things!! Some meds and alcohol don’t mix well.

OKAY so now that responsible adult Kay has given their spiel of advice and disclaimers, some notes about my experience….

In regards to being tipsy/drunk

- being drunk doesn’t make me, or most people in my experience, into totally different people. Some people get sleepy, some get relaxed, some get really giggly and funny, some get loud, some get quiet, some people are easily irritated, it really just depends I guess?

- being drunk doesn’t get rid of your moral compass. sure, it may make you a bit more carefree and willing to do or say things sober you would probably think twice about. BUT, I’m still me, I’m still in control, I can still make my own choices, I still know what I’m okay with and not okay with, yknow what I mean?

- people have different tolerances to alcohol. experience and your body (metabolism, weight, ect.) play into this. For example, as a nearly 24 year old who has been drinking on occasion for the past 4ish years, my tolerance is decent. It takes me about 6 shots of stronger stuff for me to really feel buzzed. And for me, beers have never done anything for me, so I stick to liquor and I know others who are the same. But, I also know some people who have been drinking much longer than me and they’re basically stumbling around after smelling a bottle cap, so… it all depends really

- hangovers are a thing I only experienced once, on my 22nd birthday after REALLY overdoing it. I just overall felt really gross the next day. I had a nasty headache and was nauseous for hours the next day. That’s my only experience with that. Something I have noticed is that it seems like most younger people don’t really struggle with hangovers unless they REALLY overdo it. As you get older, it becomes more common it seems.

About being high (weed only- that’s my only experience, I’ve never done anything else nor do I want to)

- so with this, I’ve only ever smoked a handful of times, as it’s not something I really enjoy doing, so I don’t have as much to tell you tbh, but I’ll tell you what I can.

- it was just really relaxing? Like my anxiety was nonexistent when I was high fr.

- i got really hungry about an hour after.

- it made my mouth EXTREMELY dry, which was not enjoyable

Hope this helps with your fic, bestie!!

[atrophy-fathers-daughter]

Pet peeves about my roommate that literally make me consider ended it

1. Garbage in the sink I swear to fucking god who puts garbage into the sink? It makes me sick. Not only is it in the sink but it’s wet and mixed in with dirty dishes

2. She doesn’t do dishes. I went on a dish strike for 8 days where I did not go anywhere near the kitchen sink because it was so disgusting and she didn’t do dishes once, in EIGHT DAYS.

3. Dirty shoes in the house. Not just I need to grab something I forgot. Dirty shit covered shoes all through the house with no concern of cleaning up

4. Leaving the front door open. Why? Why can’t the door just be fucking closed? I have a cat and I’ve made it so abundantly clear that she can not go outside yet the door remains open every fucking day

5. Not cleaning. She does not clean whatsoever it’s disgusting

6. Complaining about her job. She doesn’t have a ‘real’ job she’s a farmer and I know farmers work they run the country but she literally doesn’t do anything she go outside for 4 hours max just to order other people around

6. Coming in my room uninvited. My room is my one place that I have control, the one place I keep clean. She comes in almost everyday to complain about her fake job and get my room disgusting. Sometimes she just comes in to shake off her dirty barn clothes and then leaves

7. Regularly leaving the stove on. Every other day I come home from work and the fucking stove is on. Is it so goddamn hard to have some fire safety

9 she’s a koreaboo. The absolute worst one I’ve ever seen. I enjoy kpop so I’ve seen saesangs and she’s worse

10. Having opinions like a white man. She’s so far right politically and it’s awful. Her opinions are the only ones that matter and if you disagree you’re wrong

11. Claiming to be asexual then telling me I’m her ‘lesbian pass’ and that I’m her lesbian. I am not a lesbian I’m an agender bisexual being constantly harassed

12. Not being okay with transgender. She has no idea I’m agender or Skye because I simply cannot deal with what would happen after that conversation. Her little brother is trans and as far as she’s concerned he’s dead to her.

13. Not believing in therapy. She’s a literal psychopath. I don’t say that lightly she has murder fantasies regularly and does kill animals‘ just because’ she once killed a cat who just had a kitten because she didn’t like it anymore.

14. Wishing her mom would kill herself because she finds her very annoying. Her mom is severely depressed and has been having an awful time since her accident which was tragic is all I’m going to say about it. She told me this proudly knowing I have tried to kill myself and have been hospitalized because of it.

15. Being against my consumption of recreational drugs. It is legal where I am to smoke weed which I do for medical reasons mostly sometimes I just feel like I need and that’s okay. I’m not an addict not that there is a problem with people who are it’s mostly just an occasional thing. I took up smoking darts because of her even though I do vape it wasn’t enough to deal with her which she is also aware is her doing.

16. Being so incredibly loud all the time. She has one volume and it’s screaming. Her voice is ruined because she’s never used an inside voice. Her hearing is gone because of her own yelling. And every time I’ve brought it up to be quiet she and I quote ‘that’s what you get for living with me’ getting a little excited is okay I get that but yelling at top volume from 8 am to 11 pm is just in called for

17. Treating me like I’m beneath her because she sublets to me. I’m less of a person because she rents out a room to me. Treating me like this is her apartment and I am an unwanted guest. I pay rent and a lot I might add to be in a single room not really allowed to do anything or use the living room. Because that’s hers and I can use it if I don’t change the tv or move anything.

18. Telling me to move out so she can turn my room into a ‘mannequin room’. If you didn’t think she was a psychopath before she wants a room dedicated to mannequins. Not to use just to have there because it would be better than having a human friend.

19. Not letting me have friends over because she doesn’t like them, yet inviting her friends over on a week night to be even louder because she doesn’t care that I have work in the morning

20. Making me take her places. She does not drive anywhere she has a license and car. She’s a terrible driver that shouldn’t be on the roads but that’s not why I have to drive. She just doesn’t like to and thinks is better that I’m a chauffeur. Never has she once paid for gas and I don’t know if you’ve noticed but gas is fucking expensive. Buying me a drink most times when we go out is good enough to her.

21. Hating my style. She hates on what I wear because I’m more punk/ getting into gothic even though her preferred fashion is tech wear which is also alternative fashion. She also hates the mohair I like even though I like kpop we don’t listen to the same groups and has to comment on how bad she thinks what I enjoy is

22. Constantly victimizing herself. She’s a bully and all around bad person who thinks every problem is about her. Her brother who’s trans said she makes him feel like killing himself and she thinks that just him trying to make her feel bad. She’s constantly fishing for compliments to make her self feel better like asking you to tell her she’s not terrible or stupid.

23. Not believing in therapy. She thinks therapy is a joke and seeing a therapist is stupid and makes you week. The only reason I have survived being around her is because I was in intensive therapy for years. The only thing keeping me together is working through my issues with a licensed professional but to be that’s just a joke and a waste of time.

I’ll probably have more but I think that’s all I can handle thinking about for now, thank you for coming to this long winded rant and I’m sorry this is on the Internet

#mental health #sorry for the rant #lgbtq #roomates #illnesses #koreaboo #angry rant #list

[hushbats]

Jonathan Byers’ Bogus Journey

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Day 1: 08/14/1987

Somewhere in Illinois, Route 50

 I knew I shouldn’t have said anything to anyone about any of this. It was only supposed to be Steve and I on this road trip. And even that was a tough pill to swallow – having to ask Steve of all people for a ride. We still aren’t really on the best terms since the whole Nancy debacle and I don’t really blame him. It was fucked up what we did and he didn’t deserve it no matter how much of an asshole he was. But what can I say, I was desperate for a ride. I needed to get to Argyle in time for his birthday to surprise him, and I sure as hell don’t have money for a flight. Driving cross-country seemed like the best option – the only option if I’m honest. I was just lacking a car. Steve seems to be a guy with a lot of free time and money Steve is a nice guy, and I had nothing to lose by asking except maybe my pride. I didn’t really expect him to say yes after everything, but he did! I didn’t even have to sell him on the idea. But I knew it was too good to be true. Luck doesn’t run that way for a Byers.

 Steve ran into Billy at the liquor store last Saturday and spilled about our little road trip, so of course Billy wanted in. Of everyone in Hawkins he would be the first in line if it meant getting out of middle-America and back to California. And he was the last person I wanted to be stuck in a car with for a couple of days. I still can’t tell if he’s bullying me or if he’s just like that with everyone. It usually feels like he is – like I’m not in on the joke. So, when he found me and asked me told me he was hitching a ride, I couldn’t say no. I panicked. I just had flashbacks of swirlies and getting shoved into lockers and said yes – like it would somehow spare me. It never had but it’s ingrained in me nonetheless. I guess I need to work on that.

 Anyway, where Billy goes, Eddie goes. I should have seen that one coming. Of the three of them, I know Eddie the best. We were both on the lower rungs of the high school hierarchy and so our paths crossed often. He was also the man to go to for weed so there was that too. We’d smoke together, shooting the shit and talking about school and music. He isn’t such a bad guy. Maybe he’ll even keep Billy of my ba〽

 “Watch it, Eddie! Ugh – dude, you made my pen slip!”

 ba〽 back. But I also do not want to deal with him. He’s kind of a lot. Not to mention that he’s the reason we left Hawkins so late because he insisted we take his van. Yes, it’s more spacious for the four of us, but it’s also a piece of shit.

 “Munson, sit the fuck down! Do you want to run us off the road?!”

 “Yeah Munson, get your scrawny ass out of my face!”

 “The metal gods will smite me if I don’t smash your stupid preppy mix tape, Harrington.”

 “Let’s hope they do, asshole.”

 “Turn it up, Byers!”

 “Shup up, Billy! You’re not helping!”

 “I wasn’t trying to.”

 “It’s blasphemy, I tell you! Blasphemy!! How dare you taint the sanctuary that is my metal chariot with Wham I will never forgive you, Stevie!”

 “Hey! Hey! Driver picks the music, that was the agreement. Last time I checked, I’m the driver. Besides, we listened to your noise for four hours and put up with your bad driving and we never complained once! Get a grip, you big baby! …And don’t call me Stevie.”

 They have been bickering non-stop since we left. Well, Steve and Eddie have. Eddie has been pushing Steve’s buttons just to get a rise out of him for his own entertainment. What he says is pretty harsh, but his teasing tone and smirk are a dead giveaway that he’s just messing with him. Well, maybe not to Steve because he takes the bait every time. Billy has been surprisingly calm so far and hasn’t said a whole lot. He doesn’t seem bothered by all the noise, where as I can feel a migraine coming on.

 “Tsk, it’s bad enough that I’m stuck back here with only Billy for company. But now I can’t even listen to my own music in my own van?! I’m bored out of my mind. Like, seriously, I might as well be talking at a big…angry statue. Wha-ow! What was that for?”

 “Why would I talk when you talk enough for the both of us? You’re exhausting.”

 “But you loooove it!”

 “Whatever.”

 Oh yeah. How could I forget. Nancy has a sneaking suspicion there is something going on between Eddie and Billy. I’m not completely sold. Just because they’re pretty much inseparable, and terrorise the town together doesn’t mean there’s anything going on. Then again, Nancy can sniff out the truth in an instant. It’s like a sixth sense in a way. It’s kind of difficult for me to read people anyway, so what do I know. They’re a magnet for trouble for sure; drinking, smoking, loitering and God knows what else. They’re a weird combo. Like, it shouldn’t work, but it does. Maybe Nance was onto something.

 “Barf!”

 And if I didn’t know any better, I’d think Steve might be a little jealous.

 “Hey Byres, how far to the next gas station?”

 “Uh, just a sec. Looks like we’re only about three miles out from the next town. There should be one there.”

 “Yes! Great! Finally, a reprieve from Stevie’s shit taste in music! Full offence by the way.”

 “If you don’t quit your whining, I’ll drive your precious ‘metal chariot’ into a tree. How about that, Munson?”

 “Try it! I dare you, Harrington. See what happens.”

 “Okay, the both of you, shut up. And eyes on the road, Steve, or we’ll end up wrapped around a tree for real.”

 “Come here, idiot.”

 “Steve started it.”

 “You know he didn’t.”

 “Hey! Whose side are you on?”

 “The winning side. Always. And that ain’t you this time.”

 “You wound me.”

 “Want me to kiss it better?”

 Okay so it’s confirmed, Eddie and Billy are a thing!!

 “Alright, alright, knock it off. New rule. No PDA in close quarters.”

 “You’re just jealous.”

 “Uh, as if.”

 And Steve is definitely jealous. This is going to be the longest two days of my life!

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