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strawberry dr. pepper, which erodes and rebuilds your teeth molecule by molecule, for the tingler in your life! strawberry dr pepper.
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High Tolerance
Part 1 / Part 2
Masterlist
warnings: weed consumption, sickly sweet pining
pairings: bestfriend!bisexual!modern!eddie x bisexual!fem!reader
plot: you and Eddie are besties and like to get high. and maybe you are yearning for one another. just maybe. juuuuust a little bit.
wc: 3.6k
I'm so proud of this, I hope people enjoy it!
Part 1: Strawberry Syrup
You and Eddie mirrored each other, your elbows resting on the glass counter as you rested your chins on one hand, listening intently to the clearly stoned woman talk about the promising high of the day.
The bottle she’d taken down from the shelf looked like a tiny juice box, with pink liquid sloshing inside and a green label with a cannabis leaf, because of course.
“Look,” she said, pointing at a thin layer of film at the top. “That thin layer right there? That's the THC.”
You looked over at Eddie, his expression matching yours in wonder at how products like these existed. He was nearly grinning, mouth twisted to the side in awe. She continued to explain the process to you—this was Delta-9 THC syrup. Strawberry flavored. Your instructions were clear: mix it into a drink, preferably soda, and have fun.
When the two of you emerged from the smoke shop, you took a sharp pivot across the street to the gas station to get sodas. The southern July heat was starting to show its unwelcome presence, beating hard on you within the two minutes it took to walk over to the Exxon.
Eddie never truly got the memo for the sun, even when you told him how hot it was going to be outside. He donned a black t-shirt with one of his friend’s band logos on the front and a simple silver chain around his neck. He still wore his leather jacket and navy jeans, denying how hot he was when you called him out for being sweaty.
“Woah! Rude!” Eddie exclaimed as you walked through the automatic doors, putting a hand on his chest. There was even sweat running down his knuckles from his rings. “I am perfectly content. Maybe I like a little sweat.”
You gestured to your own sweaty body, clad in a black crop top with red lining along the low bustline and black jeans. And you quickly realized that you were also wearing jeans in eighty degree weather.
“I’m afraid I made the same mistake and I am a hypocrite,” you empathized, catching him off guard. “My apologies.”
“Yeah, I guess you did, huh?” he said softly.
He glanced down at your outfit and you suddenly felt nervous at the exposure. You paused, realizing you’d both stopped walking. Holding his stare, you looked up at him with a slight smirk. Was Eddie checking you out? Did he really do that? And were you teasing him back? Was that what this was?
No. You were getting ahead of yourself. You were always making up shit like this.
You pivoted, skipping over to the refrigerated drinks, Eddie following in tow. “I’m excited to try this. I’ve seen it in there so many times, but I couldn’t figure out the right time to try it.”
“And you’d never do it without your bestest friend of all best friends, right?” Eddie asked, a playful smile settling on his lips as you flitted around him.
“That is correct.”
Eddie settled on a Sprite while you decided to grab a strawberries and cream Dr. Pepper—despite the sound of disgust leaving Eddie’s lips.
“That,” he pointed to your drink, “is nasty,” he said before dramatically shooing you away. “Get it away from my face. You've failed me, sweetheart.”
Letting out an exaggerated gasp, you replied, “Excuse me, but it’s already strawberry flavored. Wouldn’t that logically help it taste better?”
“No. Nope.” He pointed to the bottle again. “That is what’s killing the children. Dr. Pepper having a strawberries and cream flavor? We’re truly failing as a society.”
You rolled your eyes, shoving his arm lightly and pointing towards the checkout counter. “Let’s get going. I wanna try it out.”
When you got into Eddie’s van, he quickly put your drinks in his half-broken cupholders. Your fault, three months ago. Talk about greening out when you kept trying to shove a drink in and repeatedly hit the plastic until half of it snapped off. The van was pretty clean today, surprising Eddie. He’d tried to clean it out the best he could this morning, getting up way too early to do so. Maybe it was to impress you. Who knew. He certainly didn’t. Not at all.
You twisted off the caps as Eddie pulled the strawberry syrup out of his pocket.
“Half for you, you sick fuck,” he said as he carefully poured the pink liquid into your Dr. Pepper. You let out a hearty laugh as he let the rest drip into his own. “Half for me.”
You put the caps back on your drinks before carefully mixing them together, teetering them back and forth to reduce the likelihood of an explosion. Eddie grinned at you and you couldn’t help but smile back, tapping his bottle with yours.
Before either of you could take your first sip, Eddie said, “Hey, don’t shotgun it.”
You feigned offense. “What? Me? Why would you dare accuse me of being so irresponsible?”
But you knew why. You knew precisely why. There was something about trying stuff with Eddie, from his fresh edibles to the slushies on tap at the hemp store, Jailbait Hemp. (The name was absolutely cringe worthy but you and Eddie swore it was the best place in the city.) Then there were the pre-rolls, the dabs, the potent gummies. You didn’t want to get Eddie started on how many chocolate bars you’d scarfed down before getting a stomach ache and needing to lie down and watch three movies. It wasn’t necessarily unlike you to get ahead of yourself, downing whatever was given to you immediately, especially ones with high doses. Just to see what would happen. Just to have the experience.
Eddie both loved and hated that about you. You’d never thrown up or done something stupid because of it, (other than the tragic cup holder incident), always a little quieter depending on the level of inebriation you were operating on. He loved it the most when the two of you got high in public, like today. Neither one of you were ever loud or obvious about it, usually giggling with one another in hushed whispers. It was actually quite nice.
But, most of all, he loved getting high with you in public because you held his hand. Anywhere you went, whether it be to walk around Hobby Lobby or taking in nature at a nearby park, you held onto him as tightly as you could. You’d told him once, in a haze of one of those blue raspberry Delta-9 slushies, that you felt safe by his side, knowing no one could hurt you when he was there. His mere presence left you feeling more relaxed than at any other point of the day. Even when you were sober.
He’d looked at you after you said that, stunned by your admission. You’d said it simply, as if it was just a well-known fact that he should’ve known already. Even when you’d looked away from him to gaze back out over the Chattahoochee River, surrounded by loud families and barking dogs, he couldn’t help but soften around the edges. Water had collected in his eyes, nearly slipping out and over his rosy cheeks. But he’d forced himself to look away, to fight the urge to confess that you made him feel the same way. (And then some.)
Eddie only hoped he’d see the day where you took his hand without the THC in your system.
“Yes, you, Weirdo.” Eddie shook his head. “Do you not remember when we made that beer cheese with that Delta-Whatever shit your sister got us for your birthday and then you took half of the cheese and—”
As he spoke, you quickly tipped the bottle into your mouth and began to chug.
Eddie said your name with an exasperated sigh. “You’re literally the stupidest person I’ve ever met.”
Unable to respond verbally, you winked at him and threw up a middle finger, letting the seamless mixture of Dr. Pepper and artificial strawberry flavoring slide down your throat. Usually there was an aftertaste of THC in different products. But you couldn’t even taste the syrup. It was like there was nothing else in the drink. Brilliant.
Eddie only shook his head with a smile, knocking back nearly half of his drink just to give in to your antics. Why not? It was a lazy Thursday, anyways.
This was one of those rare occasions when you and Eddie had the same day off of work. It usually happened once or twice a month, leading you both to take the opportunity to go by Jailbait Hemp, find something new to try, split the cost, and see what happens.
As the bottle left your lips with a small pop, you couldn’t help but let a loud burp ripple through the air, smiling proudly. Eddie squinted his eyes with a serious expression on his face, pretending to listen intently like he was interpreting art.
“That might’ve been my best one,” you admitted, your face a bit smug as you slammed the empty bottle back into the pitiful cup holder.
Eddie shrugged. “That was about a six, Weirdo.”
“A six?” you asked incredulously. “Are you joking? I don’t think I’ve ever reached that octave before.”
“Sweetheart, you forget that you have the world champion in front of you.”
“Prove it!” you exclaimed, leaning in and scrunching your nose at him. Taunting him further, you added, “You won’t.”
Eddie mirrored your expression, the two of you looking at each other like mischievous little kids. The kind of misbehavior that would get you sent to the office in middle school with a threat of suspension and mud smeared over your clothes like a 1st Place ribbon.
“Fine,” he said before beginning to down his Sprite. Before you could compliment him on his shotgunning abilities, his burp rang through the van, loud and deep, clearly ten times better than anything you could muster.
Even in your obvious defeat, you had to suppress a laugh, trying as hard as you could to continue the bit. “That was obviously a two,” you said. “They should’ve crowned someone else.”
Eddie swatted your arm and you did the same. “You’re an absolute menace, you know that? And a liar.” Before you could offer a witty retort, he said, “Now, come on. This’ll hit soon and I don’t wanna be driving when it does. We got shit to do.”
“What’re we doing at the aquarium?” you asked as Eddie pulled into the parking garage. There was a banner above it, fading from a penguin swimming in the ocean to three more resting on rocks. You’d always found it adorable, filling you with excitement.
“Uh, well, uh,” he stumbled as he stretched through his window and grabbed a parking voucher. “Yeah,” he continued as he set it on the console and drove through. “I just thought that the syrup would go well with the fish, you know? And it’s deserted right now, being Thursday and all. Also, don’t worry about a ticket. I got you covered.”
You gawked at him. As Eddie parked and reached for the seatbelt latch, you placed a hand on his shoulder. His eyebrows scrunched together in confusion.
“Eddie, it’s, like, fifty dollars to get in. Let me get my own,” you pleaded. “Or we could go somewhere else. I know money’s tight for both of us as it is.”
Eddie shook his head, his smile beginning to falter. “You like to come at least once every summer,” he murmured, looking down to fiddle with the seatbelt still in place. “I wanted to do something nice for you, you know? You’re my best friend.”
Your heart ached a bit at the way he said “best friend.” It sounded removed, like a placeholder for something else, something more. He looked up to meet your eyes again and you felt some part of you wince as a wave of emotion bubbled inside your chest.
Because that was just the thing, wasn't it? He wasn’t just your best friend. He was the one you spent most of your time with, the person you swapped places with for a sleepover almost weekly. The person you went on mindless adventures with to explore Atlanta, window shopping all of the mansions out in Buckhead for when Eddie would become a rockstar and (jokingly) leave you a tiny guest house in the back.
The person who had remembered an insignificant detail about you and decided to give you a present.
All you wanted was to lean over, to lightly brush your lips over his, slowly leaving remnants of a soft Thank you. But you couldn’t. No matter how much you suspected Eddie’s affections, you couldn’t attempt to make a move.
So you opted to slowly headbutt his arm and get out of the car.
“You’re so weird,” he teased as you walked around the side of the van.
“So-rry that I’m showing my best friend affection,” you joked back. “We don’t always have to hate each other.”
Eddie snorted, stuffing his hands in his jacket pockets. “Ah, yep. Definitely. We hate each other so fucking much.” He stopped suddenly. You raised an eyebrow as he turned to you, jumping into a fighter’s stance before waving an imaginary sword in your direction. “I am here to avenge my father’s death!” he exclaimed, mimicking a warrior’s bellow. “You will pay, scoundrel.”
You jumped into a similar position, moving your imaginary sword closer to his chest. He moved with you, as if to block your approach. “Thee foul fiend,” you started with a British accent. “I will vanquish thou and feed you to the dragons. Purge you in the fiery—uh—fires of the dungeon moats.”
Eddie couldn’t keep going, bursting into a fit of snorts. You broke too, your laughter making every passerby stare. He put his arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer as you walked.
“‘Fiery fires’?” he asked. “That has to be the funniest shit I’ve ever heard.”
You laughed at your ridiculous word choice. “Yeah, I don’t know, man. I panicked.”
“I think I’m starting to feel it because I seriously haven’t laughed that hard in a while.”
You could be wrong. That’s what you reasoned with yourself. You had a possibility of being wrong, so you did nothing. After that first time you accidentally held his hand on sheer impulse due to the half cup of Delta-8 beer cheese you chugged, you kept doing it. He thought it was funny. He also said it was cute. Something you did was cute to him. So, whenever you were inebriated, you disguised the action and made the most of it. He always let you hold it, let you cling to him wherever you went. He never even commented on it, just accepting it when you made the contact.
And you could’ve been wrong, but Eddie was looking at you like you were the most beautiful girl in the world and he was looking at your mouth and not your eyes and there was something verging on romantic about this moment.
But there was that chance, that tiny glimpse of doubt that led you to believe you were destined for the wrong timeline. The one where it wasn’t true. You were the delusional girl in the film that would never get the love interest at the end. The one left behind.
So you held his hand tighter and looked away.
You were like a little kid when you went to the aquarium, nearly running around to each pane of glass. Looking at the different plaques, you’d search for each individual species listed, tapping on the glass each time. And that hadn’t changed. You just so happened to be a little bit more amazed by the beauty of sea life from the high.
How wonderful it was to be surrounded by a different existence! Something that humans could never truly fathom living. They moved differently than us. They felt different. Saw colors differently. They even breathed differently. Life was much bigger than just you, despite it always feeling like you and Eddie were the only ones left in the world.
For some reason, Eddie seemed a little more reserved today. He wasn’t bouncing off the walls like you were. Instead, he took his time. He responded when you spoke, of course. When you asked if it was okay to run ahead, he promised it was. He’d always catch up with you eventually, pointing out fish you hadn’t spotted yet. But he always made the time to stand back with his hands in his pockets and stare, like he was just as captivated as you were, maybe just in a different way.
Eddie didn’t tell you that he’d put aside that $100 to use once he asked you out on a date. But he’d desperately wanted to see this look on your face, your slightly red eyes wide and your mouth hanging open in awe as you witnessed the beauty surrounding you. You were nearing the end of the moving tunnel, surrounded by fish on all sides. There were even a few divers waving at the glass. The blue lighting made you something to marvel at, the ebbing water spreading dappled light over you. He knew this look, the one where you were somewhere else, in a deep appreciation of the world around you. It was when you were keenly aware of the meaning of life. He’d know it anywhere.
And it was him you were holding through it all. For some astonishing reason, you’d let him in to witness the rawest emotions overcoming you. The ones that others couldn’t be privy to, wouldn’t be. When you turned to look at him with tears in your eyes, your lips stretched across your face.
You smiled that smile, the one that told him something was hiding there, like there were words written on your lips that couldn’t be shared. While everything else was his to know, this one smile was not on the list.
Because, every time you smiled like that, Eddie asked, “What? Why’re you looking at me like that?”
Like it was a challenge. Like he wanted to push you to say what you were thinking, even if it was just out of spite.
And you’d look away, waving your hand around, saying, “What? Nothing. I’m not looking at you like anything.”
And he’d respond, “Yeah, okay, sure.”
So, like every other time, Eddie asked, “Why’re you looking at me like that?”
But this time you shrugged, holding his eye contact. “I just, uh,” you stumbled, your smile only growing. “I just really love, um…”
Eddie’s eyes began to widen at the implication of something more, something brilliant. His back straightened, the haze of the high nearly intensifying the moment. Everything was perfect. This moment was perfect and this was going to be it. You were going to finally say something.
“I just really love what you did for me,” you finished. “I appreciate it a lot.”
And just like that, Eddie was cracking under the disappointment. The high settled back underneath his skin and dragged him down. Of course you didn’t say anything. Why would you? He’d only gotten his hopes up based off of a wild theory he had. One that he knew he’d made up just so he could live in some fantasy where you were together and in love. He just wanted to project how he felt onto you. It was as simple as that.
But he couldn’t help being disappointed by it.
He only hoped that you didn’t see him deflate.
“Yeah, sure,” he responded finally, turning to look back at the fish as you stepped off the moving track. “Don’t mention it.”
You didn’t drop his hand, but as he looked away from you to keep walking, nausea began to pool in your stomach. The tank was starting to slosh you around its current and you moving along with it was making it worse.
You immediately excused yourself to go find the bathroom. When you found it, you proceeded to throw up in the trash can. Luckily no one was in there, but you still felt awful. It was an utterly embarrassing feeling, knowing that you’d just thrown up in a public space because of sea sickness that you’d never had before today from being blasted on THC syrup. Oh, and you’d almost just told your best friend that you loved him. While holding his hand. While he was also blasted from THC syrup.
God dammit.
You didn’t mention throwing up to Eddie. In fact, you’d managed to collect yourself for the rest of the day, walking through the aquarium for another hour and a half before Eddie was sober enough to drive back to your apartment. You ended up cooking enchiladas and watching two movies (The Proposal and The Invisible) before Eddie was snoring next to you, stretched out across the couch with his legs in your lap. When you realized he was asleep, you quietly turned the TV off and moved his legs carefully to rest on the couch. You draped a blanket over him and lifted his head to make sure the pillow was positioned at the right angle so his neck wouldn’t ache in the morning.
And here you were, staring up at the ceiling and recounting the errors you’d made. How you’d almost confessed your undying love for him. How you spent the rest of the day inching towards him despite feeling humiliated. How you couldn’t help but lean further in as if he was the only one who could provide you comfort from fucking up so bad.
And when Eddie found you puking from the stress at four in the morning, you knew that this was bad. It was getting harder to keep it in. This was going to boil over and it was going to be soon.
Fuck.
#Eddie munson#Eddie Munson x you#Eddie munson fluff#Eddie munson angst#eddie munson fanfiction#eddie munson x female reader#eddie munson x reader#best friend!eddie#modern!eddie munson#modern!eddie x reader#best friend!Eddie x reader#eeeeep I'm actually posting something yay
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girl’s night
A/N: blatantly contributing to the babygirl steve agenda with this one. i will die on this hill again and again even after the war is over
Pairing: Babygirl!Steve Harrington x GN!Reader
Summary: You and Steve have a platonic girl’s night. Just you and Steve. Platonically. 1.6k words
Warnings: fluff, mutual (unresolved) pining, best friends to……, head-butting (literal), cursing, pet names (beefcake), both you and steve are bimbos low key, mutual pining again because it’s so aggressive, idiots (secretly) in love, cuddling, domesticity
If you were seated outside the door, if you were eaves dropping by the window, if you were crammed in the small space between you and Steve, you'd think you two were completely insane. Smacking each other's knees and cackling into the silence of your bedroom, collapsing against each other and gasping for air. And doing it all wearing Steve's dad's white satin pajamas Steve dragged out of storage.
Because you had a pajama exchange when he arrived with a knock at your door. You figured he could squeeze into one of your silky blue sets. And as much as he repulsed the idea of the camisole-shorts combination, baby blue is definitely one of his colors. His hair's pushed back by a bubblegum pink headband, a teensy braid sprouting from his hairline, salmon-colored face mask caked on, and Dr Pepper flavored chapstick swiped thick against his baby pink lips.
"Tastes like Dr Pepper."
"It also doesn't really work if you keep licking it all off," you sass.
It's not even as if this is a rare occurrence. Steve comes over almost every Sunday to detox just like this. One of the many excuses he keeps in his back pocket to have you less than a foot away from him. Better yet, an excuse to let you hold his chin like he's something to be cradled just to massage cold strawberry cream over his cheeks and forehead then wipe it all off after ten minutes.
"Gimme your hand, Stevie, let's get this show on the road." You scoot closer so your knees are flush with his, and as he spreads one hand along your thigh, you grab the other and smile when his arm goes limp.
He thinks your hands are the softest thing he has ever held; even softer than lamb's-ear and cashmere and petting zoo bunnies. And he could spend the rest of his life letting you take his hand into yours. Letting you fold your fingers beneath his and curl his knuckles sweetly over yours and trace the lines with your fingertip. Jesus Christ, he's head over heels and hand over heart. He just hopes you never notice how clammy his palms get.
You brush a bead of pink polish against the side of the tiny bottle before dragging it down his thumbnail, covering half of the surface before peeking up at him through your lashes. He wouldn't have noticed if he hadn't already been staring at you, almost willing you to flash him a glance. Even in brief passing, those doe eyes would be a blessing. The eighth wonder and seventh heaven of your demure face.
Steve's pretty sure he's lost control of his motor reflexes, and it's all your fault. His hand is shaking or twitching or something and then you giggle because there's a stripe of nail polish on the fleshy tip of his finger and his hand shakes or twitches some more because you've got the most beautiful laugh he's ever heard. And each time you tug his hand closer to maximize precision, he catches a sweet waft of the perfume spritzed against your collarbone. You smell like a candy store or a bakery; he can't quite place it, but it makes him feel longingly small and cloying. Then to top it all off, he's focusing so hard, sweat beads at his brow. You have to pat his wrist and tell him to calm down. But you didn't have to call him Stevie like that.
"Need a break, beefcake?"
"I hate that that rhymed."
"C'mon, let's go make popcorn," you chirp, grabbing his untainted hand and dragging him to the kitchen. He shivers in the cold, goosebumps flaring up over his skin as you leave him behind to shut the window by the sink. "Plain or butter?"
"Who do you think I am?"
"Butter it is!" you say, eyes bright and blinking in the deep dark of the cold-tiled room. Steve leans back against the counter, crossing his arms over his chest while you bang around to find the cabinet with the snacks like you've never been in this kitchen before.
The light of the microwave makes him wince, but the way it bathes your torso in a soft marigold light makes him seep back against the ceramic digging into his spine. You turn to face him, and his chest tightens though he's still only hinting at a smile. You must realize how silly he looks right now: spaghetti straps leaning over the curve of his shoulders, polka-dotted scrunchie hugging his wrist, boxers peeking out from beneath the blue silk shorts. Picturesque and chaotic all in one. He can't place that look you get when your eyes scan down from his neck to the length of his upper arms. How his hand curls over his smooth bicep.
He barks out a laugh when the wail of the microwave makes you jump.
"Shut up," you grumble, snatching the inflated bag from the hot glass tray inside.
"Careful, that stuff is molten," he coos. You don’t realize how close he gets when he rushes over close behind you, catching the bag out of your hands and opening it. Steam puffs out from the fissure, and you cough, sending your head crashing back against his cheek.
"Oh, fuck—are you okay?" he huffs, letting go of the bag and grabbing his jaw.
"I—Wha—? Are you okay? I just head-butted you!"
"Yeah, and I just suffocated you with popcorn smoke."
You both laugh, leaning into each other, his gloss-slathered hand subconsciously curling into your side. You shake the popcorn into a glass bowl and plant both hands on the rim, glancing at Steve with a 'ready?' only to find he's already looking at you. And for the second time, you shy away, shuffling to the living room and flicking off the lights. He plops onto a cushion, and accepts the bowl when you place it in his lap.
"Be right back, the tapes are… never mind. You know." And just like that, you flit back to your room, and he's sitting in the static of the TV, tossing pieces of popcorn into his mouth like its a game. He sinks back into the couch after tucking European Vacation into the slot, and only a minute later, you throw something at his head, swaddling him in a knit cloth.
"What's this?" Steve says, holding it out in front of himself. It's a sweater.
"It's a sweater. You looked cold." You shrug and collapse onto the couch next to him, hogging the bowl of popcorn in your own lap.
And he gets this glazed over, thousand-yard stare as his thumbs roll over the shoulder seam of the knitted, ivory sweater. It used to be his. And he was pretty sure he lost it. But you had it the whole time. You had it the whole time but you never told him and you never wore it around him. And at the same time, you remembered it was his like you were saving it for this exact moment. Like you noticed the ripple of a shiver up his spine and like you cared enough to fish his sweater back out again. To return it. Oh, but as he slips it over his head, he thinks he’d prefer leaving it with you for as long as you’ll cherish it.
You wipe your bent wrist at the corner of your mouth as the movie flickers on the screen, but you just miss the glistening butter smattered on your cheek. He looks over at you. God, he’s crazy for being sweet on you, but he also knows it’s never been easier than this. Not for him. Not lately.
“You missed… c’mere, lemme just—” His tongue pokes at his upper lip when he curls his hand into the cuff of the sweater. His other hand nudges under your chin, and you tilt your head up a little, just barely glancing down at him through your bottom lashes.
“There ya go.” His brows knit tight as he wipes the smudge away, then he pulls away at the realization of the innocent domesticity of it all and how he never wants to feel any different than he does right now.
You’re just sitting there with your hands sprawled out on your folded knees, and every time he reaches for a handful of popcorn, you glance down at his knuckles and he glances over at the slope of your nose.
Fifteen minutes in, the bowl is empty, so you set it on the floor.
Thirty minutes in, Steve’s head rolls heavily onto your shoulder. Neither of you realized how close he’d gotten. And neither of you were about to complain.
Forty-five minutes slip by, and your chin is propped in your hand, elbow hard on the arm rest of the couch. Steve’s temple is warm against your thigh, and each of his soft breaths puff out cool over your skin. Your free hand scratches slowly, steadily through his hair. He swallows hard, eyes wide at the urge to hum and buzz and purr like some chattering critter. Like it’s early spring and everything is thawing back to life. Like you’re the sun and the breeze and the darling buds all at once. And he’ll be the poet.
As the credits roll, his quiet snores filter through the silent ebb and flow of the living room, and your face is smushed taut on your forearm, lashes kissing the apples of your cheeks. The two of you lay there in the contented background noise. And in the morning, you’ll both laugh it off, pressed closer than just a few hours before, hair shaggy and nearly matted, and still as furtively lovesick over each other as always.
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#the babygirlification of steve harrington#his babygirlism is showing#steve harrington fic#steve harrington x you#steve harrington fluff#steve harrington fanfic#steve harrington#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington x gn!reader#best friends to lovers#mutual pining#fluff#stranger things fluff#stranger things#babygirl!steve harrington#x reader#x gn!reader
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im the worlds BEST argumentative antithetical manic pixie dream girl. I love alexa chung-
[yes i copy and pasted that]
@flurrygina texting you at 2 & 3am i love youuu <333
purrrrrr why am i crying to suck it and see hello?
do you think alexa chung likes dr pepper. Do you think she has ever drank strawberry cream dr pepper i think she would like it, I mean i dont know since im not Alexa chung. I wish i was i love her. I need to know this before i die. Alexa chung please like dr pepper. Like I need to see a photo of alexa chung drinking a strawberry cream dr pepper asap.
when i wake up somebody remind me to drink dr pepper.
this is so me guys litteraly me i swear like its perfect
im just a girllll im just a girl in the worldddddd-
THATS ALL ILL EVER BEEEE
me when indie sleaze 🎀
#manic pixie dream girl#argumentative antithetical dream girl#girlblogging#im insane#alexa chung#dr pepper#3am ramblings#random#vibes#indie sleaze#im just a girl#no doubt#random posts
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friendship ended with cream soda dr pepper, now strawberries and cream dr pepper is my best friend
#im half joking i still love cream soda dr pepper#but the strawberries and cream hits so different..
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You guys just haven’t tried Dr Pepper strawberries and cream like hands down best flavor… will never let slandering my goat Dr Pepper slide!!!! That’s a top tier soda with sprite, root beer (barq’s root beer superior), pineapple & strawberry Fanta! Everything else flops
i’m not trying that!! sorry!!!
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I can't believe it took until about gen z were kids for soda pop to finally shake off their medicinal reputation roots. I'm not that much older than @thetabirb but my parents were still giving me coke that had been left out to flatten at room temperature when I had the flu. Not even caffeine free coke, actual coca cola classic. Conversely, I was given still-bubbly Sprite or 7up for my frequent "run of the mill" tummyaches(*cough* undiagnosed Crohn's disease *cough*), and Canada Dry ginger ale for when i was throwing up. Not even a ginger ale that actually had ginger, like Schweppes (ily Schweppes).
Mind you, I'm no health nut. I like sugar. I like sodium. I say soda is a sometimes drink, but that just means that sometimes I buy cases of Dr Pepper Strawberries & Cream and drink nothing but that for the next two weeks. That said, I don't think a flat caffeinated coca cola is the best thing to give an 8 year old child who has the flu
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never forgiving dallon for telling me he won't try the strawberries and cream dr pepper it's the best thing on earth
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girl dinner
#autism#not even a girl#i’m a non binary bitch#shvoowsh#dr pepper strawberries and cream#the BEST#werd#weed#probably shiuld be mentioned#watermelon#ceasar salad#yahooO#dr pepper strawberries and cream is the BEST#elixir of the gods right there
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top 5 textures?
fav album or musical artist?
what sort of bumper stickers would you put on a car?
fav beverage and snack combo?
would you rather have the ability to fly or the ability to breathe under water?
fav outfit?
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toastie ur awlays my hero
1) chainmaille 2)idk what it's called but it's like when there's a bunch of still little silicone hairs 3)flippy sequins 4)corduroy 5) beanie babies
fav is hard to pick cos i fucking love music and there's so many different kinds but honestly my most listened to album is I Won The Pageant by 4th Curtis
I actually just bought some really cute venture bros bumper stickers that are like FOLLOW ME TO VENTURE INDUSTRIES! and my pally @cryptidclub has a shit ton of really good ones that i want. there's also some kate bush ones i've been eyeing. I used to have a bunch of gravity falls stickers on my bumper but my mom took them off LOL
this is a hard one cos there's so many good drinks in this world... my go-to bevvy rn tho is strawberries and cream dr pepper, which imo u have to eat something really salty with cos it's so sweet. i'd probs go for salt and pepper kettle chips or pita chips and tatziki
deffo to breathe underwater cos there is sooo much unexplored shit in the ocean and also i god damn love water and marine biology and also if i could just spend an entire day in a swimming pool, that might be the best day of my life
my fav outfits... rn i'm really attached to my archie comics shirts and they're SOOO soft..... i also have one fit i really like that's a long sleeve seafoam green shirt with this wicked cool pink floyd shirt and acid wash bvermuda shorts. i really like it cos it's comfy as hell and has trans flag colors AND obscures my rack LOL
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HI!!!!
i have something 2 confess,,,im so sorry,,,ive nver watched trigun. wht scene are u talking about with kelly in the tags of the avery ref discussion post,,,(GENUINE QUESTION JUST REREAD THIS AFTER TYPING THIS ENTIRE ASK AND REALISED IT KINDA SOUNDED MEAN??? JUDGEMENTAL??? IT WASNT MEANT 2 BE THAT WAY SORRY)
ALSO IF IT ISNT BLATANT SPOILER TERRITORY,,,whats the lore behind all their scars. why has avery been stabbed so many few times. is she secretly weak against knives pre-incident. whts scarlet's two scars,,,does trisha have scars besides the werewolf attack incident back in ye olden days,,,
also off topic but i tried dr. pepper strawberries and cream today and it made me think of red. my ratign is "far too sweet oh god jesus FUCKING christ good heavens i can feel my heart stopping" and then i finished the entire can. the best way i can describe the taste is if you chose to drink an entire thing of carbonated strawberry syrup for fun
NOO DW I DONT EXPECR PPL 2 READ MY TAGS ANYWAY im talkong abt the scene where u find out vash has a cage over hus left nipple
that one.
tbh not the most interesting backstory, vampires just get u with a knife sometimes! they dont like being killed. tho avery has a scar on her ankle where her dad cut her achilles tendon when she was a kid (its completely fine now though) (it was an accident he expected her to dodge his knive so its normal father daughter bonding its like when ur dad makes u lick a battery when ur 4)
on her ref scarlet has one on her lower upper leg. like above her knee but above above her knee, and one on the side of her stomach- wait and her bite scar which she covers up pretty well
k on averys ref which js the only completed (ish) ref bc im lazy she has one stab-slash in one combo on her stomach, two slashes on her left forearm around where ud block something with it. back of her knee, slash on upper arm, slash agross her shoulder blades, &obvs her little bite scar. and her ankle. & yes, she would never admit it but she was weak against being stabbed. embarassing.
kelly i have drawn his scars like once in my sketchbook but hes been stabbed a lot, i think staked once and ppl vampires bite him sometimes (but thats ok he survived unlike some ppl, who somehow claim 2 b better at their job than he is) good few like intense slashes on the torso, ones similar to averys forearm scars but more intense and on all arms, top surgery, another stab here and there- couple burns when he gets in the way of avery with a flamethrower. its fine. hes fine. it looks cool anyway. ive never drawn his back which is probably more scarred nkw that i think abt it. bc. he probably gets sneaked up on more often.
trisha the ones on screen (i think shes the only one ive bothered giving scars on screen bc theyre lore relevant but more bc im lazy), and general giant dog mauling on her legs and stuff. prior 2 that no! she was young and hadnt been hit with the violence of everyday household objects deciding to betray you yet. ( not me thiugh i have been attacked by pencils scissors and my own appendix )
i wanted 2 try that but afaik it doesnt exist here..................... jealos..... though i dont really want to drink an entire can of carbonated strawberry syrup.
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Ohh Barmey and Freeminds favorite drinks/coffee orders and stuff?
Barmey's favorite drinks;
-Likes basically any beer but tbh his favorites are always the cheapest ones you can find
-As for normal alcohol he likes Whiskey but not that much. He thinks red wine is bad. he will drink it but he will complain abt it the entire time
-He doesn't drink that much coffee but when he does it's whatever is lying around + sugar + any creamer but his Top Fave mix is Whatever coffee freemind has in his apartment + 5 spoonfuls of sugar + fruity pebbles creamer.
-As for soda he likes mtn dew/coke/cream soda/rootbeer but he thinks pepsi sucks and he hates dr pepper. He can drink diet sodas but doesn't always go for them.
-Despite seeming like he would he doesn't enjoy energy drinks that much
-He loves hot cocoa of any kind usually store bought however Freemind prides himself on making the best hot chocolate you've ever seen so by default that's Barmey's favorite bc it's special for him
-Barmey isn't very picky when it comes to juice or water or anything but he does love a gatorade sometimes or bug juice (but they changed their ingredients so he's got a bit of grudge) and surprisingly he's kind of better at drinking water than you'd think
-creates the worst drinks youve ever seen out of pure boredom. Sometimes they're good sometimes they're very very bad. Up to you to decide what these could be
Freemind's favorite drinks;
-Favorite alcohol is Bourbon but he likes basically all alcohol- he drinks beer but doesn't love it. just drinks it if it's available as the only drink in the area.
-Claims to drink the normal amount of water he needs (lie he will become dehydrated before he has a cup of water. Kind of on accident though) however cannot shake the animalistic feeling of wanting to take a sip out of the sink. CAN shake the animalistic feeling of wanting to drink out of random bodies of water but. he still feels that urge
-He will drink any coffee you give to him including black coffee HOWEVER his favorite coffee's is secretly the most complicated things you could get at a coffee place. He's got 100 shots of espresso whip cream caramel chocolate vanilla strawberry flavored x 10 the sweetest coffee you've ever seen with a price tag of 40$'s bc there's so much shit in it and the cup is bigger than his entire head. but he pretends that's not true bc he's got masculinity issues
-Had a phase in college where he drank only alcohol and monster energy drinks for a solid 3 months. He doesn't even get caffeine effects so there's no reason for him to be drinking them but He can still drink energy drinks and sometimes he same drinks them for months dangerously.
-Soda wise he doesn't really have any strong feelings abt soda. His favorite is Fanta Pineapple soda though. He can drink basically every soda u hand to him EXCEPT for Diet bc he hates the aftertaste. He enjoys most fruit flavored sodas though.
-Will drink Gatorade or powerade or whatever but doesn't necessarily LOVE them. Same thing with most juice
-Smoothies/Milkshakes are also some of his favorite drinks it makes him nostalgic bc his mom makes a lot of alcoholic smoothies and he loves making them his favorite flavor of shake is banana most of the time. he doesn't drink them that often but he does like them
-He prefers strawberry milk to chocolate milk but can drink either. Sometimes he uses hershey's caramel syrup in his milk as well. Can't drink milk straight from the bottle anymore bc one time in college he was dared to drink a whole gallon of milk and he threw up so bad that it makes him sick now.
#sorry for the bolding i went 'this might be easier for toher adhd folks to read this way' but i dont actually know if that's even true#freemind#freemans mind#freeman's mind#barney's mind#barneys mind#barmey#pile of bones#headcanons#drinks#alcohol#long post#?#also sorry for how long it is for such a simple question
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@tiistirtipii said do a tag game! yes boss [salutes]
i have done this tag before, but it was a while ago, so fresh new information coming right up. and so much of it. this is ur warning again that i never shut the fuck up
Three ships
1) akkaye (theyre on the brain. no one is surprised)
2) heart & li ming (newest addition. favorite thing about mlc)
3) asoryuu (from dgs. around this time two years ago they were the only thought in my brain and i was rereading old journals and thinking about kazuma dreamily the other day)
First ever ship
the real answer is contestshipping, may/drew from pokemon, but as it pertains to ql shows the answer is semantic error jaeyoung/sangwoo (i got into bl because of dkz jaechan. it's his fault.)
Last Song
when i opened spotify it was playing MIRROR MIRROR by milli, f.hero and changbin
Last movie
i watched 'a knight's tale' with my brother when he came to visit me last month. it was for sure a movie, heath ledger was a pretty pretty boy, i liked the soundtrack gimmick
Currently Reading
i am not actively in the middle of anything right now., so i'll use this space to recommend some stuff >:) the last book i read was terry pratchett's 'i shall wear midnight' as i am still sort of, kind of, working on my full discworld re/read from 2021 lmao. it's so fucking good i've loved tiffany my whole life.
a fanfic i am patiently waiting for the next update of is the extremely excellent "sunrise, sunset" by otterlylost (akkayan time loop au fic, mind the tags but like. read it!!!! read it i'm begging). another small rec for "a shirt to make him shiver" by kiranokira (who uses tumblr at user broccolination) which is an Extremely Funny winteam fic about crop tops and unbridled lust
Currently Watching
each week i do my very best to keep up with my school president, never let me go, the warp effect, GAP, and now also moonlight chicken [cries] i do not always succeed
Currently Consuming
i have a weird strawberries & cream flavor of dr pepper given to me by my coworker. it's pretty good
Currently Craving
i want only friends. i want it now. p l e a s e.
i'd also be fine with like a chicken sandwich? yeah that sounds good
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most of my rasmr mutuals have absolutely done this tag already, and my fledgling status as a person who has ql mutuals means that theyve either been tagged recently or i Fear To Interact, so i will (like a coward!) leave this untagged, but if you want to play i love and support you and will read it if you tag me
#i am also envious of your bagel tiis!#i looked up the plot of 'tar' and although i am a little baby and probably won't watch i Love the last sentence of the summary#incredible#rowan lore#rowan chatter#thank you for thinking of me :')
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Oooohhh! Can I ask about your favorite dessert and drink?
Hi Erika! Thank you so much for the ask! I’d love to answer these questions for you! 🥰
Questions from this “Get To Know Me” Ask Game
🎂 — Favourite Dessert
So fun(?) fact about me, I have Celiac/Coeliac Disease which kind of limits the types of desserts I can have, but there are lots of wonderful desserts that are gluten-free! 😊 While I have been blessed to have some really tasty gluten free cakes, cookies, and other baked goods in my life, my favourite desserts tend to be ones that are naturally gluten free (like ice cream, custards, and jello). One of my favourite naturally gluten free desserts is French macarons (which are made with almond flour). There's a local macaron bakery near to where I live that's fantastic, but I've also baked some myself (it's just a very labor-intensive process and I'm not skilled enough to make the more interesting flavors they have at the bakery 😅). For very special treats (since it's something I can't make myself...at least not yet😅), I love crème brûlée! But my go-to dessert at home is usually something simple like ice cream or jello! 🥰 (And now I'm reminded of a scene from one of my favourite movies "My Best Friend's Wedding", so I think I'll end this with a gif 😁)
Gif from Buzzfeed
🫖 — Favourite Drink
I love tea of any kind, but my favourite is probably Darjeeling. My favourite soda pop is Dr. Pepper, and I also love apple juice and strawberry lemonade. For something a little more out of the box, I adore any flavour of blue gatorade.
In terms of an alcoholic beverage, I'm not a big drinker because I'm kind of lightweight, but I do enjoy making up my own cocktail recipes (it's a lot easier and more cost-effective for me to mix my own cocktails at home since Celiac/Coeliac Disease limits the kinds of liquor I can have too). If I go out to drink with friends (which is a very rare occurrence), I usually order something pretty standard like a Vodka Cranberry or Rum & Coke. Dirty Shirleys (Sprite, Grenadine, & Vodka) are pretty good too! 🥰 I also appreciate a good wine and prefer red wine over white though I tend to like rosés the best. There is also a local vineyard that makes wines out of other fruits which is pretty great. [I actually loved their cherry wine so much it actually inspired one of my fanfictions ("Wine Therapy")]. 😊
Thank you so much for the ask and for playing my ask game! 💖
#thanks for the ask and for playing my game dear!#weirdly enough i feel like i write a lot about cake for someone who can't really eat it 😅😂#get to know me asks#acacia's ramblings#answered asks#erika 💙
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