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lenoraah · 8 months

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𝘭𝘢𝘴 𝘷𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘺 𝘵𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘢

pairing - george russell x wife!reader

summary - reader and George always been friend of a friend of a friend, but the 2022 Las Vegas GP and one night out partying with tequila changes out, they only find out until a year later

a/n - this is going to be full of dirty, dirty secrets between characters. i imagine reader to have short raven hair and, weirdly specifically, a tattoo of angel wings with a heart in between them on her chest. but of course the hair color won’t be black and the tattoo might be mentioned…. also reader’s best friend is Daniel Ricciardo and she will have another best friend (who will be named Anastasia) because I need another character and I’m to lazy to add another driver who fits the vibe 🥴 idk, this is so random :) p.s not proofread

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“Look what I found!”

Daniel sing-songs happily as he enters the room. He clutches a leather covered book in his hands as a shit-eating grin covers his face.

“What did you find now Daniel?” Y/n sighs as she smiles a little at the excitement in her best friend’s eyes.

“A photo album that someone has been hiding.” Daniel glances at Anastasia who shrugs and sticks her tongue out.

George walks in with a three cups of coffee in his hands just as Daniel is about to open his mouth and the book.

“Hi Georgie,” Stassie teases as George hands her the steaming cup of caffeine.

The Brit rolls his eyes and hands Daniel his coffee next.

“Hi George,” Y/n makes her appearance known and George jumps in surprise.

“Hi Y/n,” George says as a tinted pink color covers his cheeks. “Sorry, I would gotten you coffee too if someone would’ve told me you were here.”

George narrow his eyes at Daniel who scoffs.

“Here, you can have my cup.” Daniel hands his cup to Y/n who glances at George and then smiles sheepishly as she takes it.

“Yeah it’s not like he needs it anyway, he’s all sunshine and rainbows.” Ana snort laughs and George smiles little.

Daniel rolls his eyes and sits down at the armchair next to him.

“Let’s see what’s in here,” The Australian opens the book and raises an eyebrow at the first photo.

“What? What is it?” Ana leans over and tries to take a look but Daniel pulls away, leaning to the other side of the chair.

“It’s you,” Daniel can’t help but start laughing uncontrollably as he flips the album to show George and Y/n.

The picture is of Anastasia as a toddler with a party hat on her head of strawberry blonde hair and frosting covering her hands and body.

Ana screeches reaching for the book but Daniel only keeps laughing as he keeps looking over the book.

The find pictures of George and Daniel in racing gear and with helmets too big for their heads. Y/n and Ana doing baby antics like putting their foot in their mouth or throwing food around with a toothless grin on their face.

“Uh, woah, what is this?” Daniel’s face scrunches together as he pulls the book closer to his face.

“What? What is it?” Anastasia leans over to read and her jaw drops the moment she sees the document in the album.

“What is it?” George and Y/n both tug their brows together and all four of their eyes widen when they like in the realization of the information of the paper in front of them.

“The two of you of married?”

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“Uh huh, yep, thank you.”

Anastasia sighs and places her phone on the table before she sits down.

“So? What is it? Are we married or not.” Y/n nudges at Anastasia’s elbow and bounces in her seat.

“Y/n Y/m/n Y/l/n, you are the Mrs Russell.”

George and Y/n share a look and Daniel and Stassie can only open their mouths in wonder before closing them.

It was a mistake. They could barely remember stumbling into the church and having the drunkest smiles on their faces as they said yes.

The feelings and emotions were hidden for so long until finally their intrusive thoughts finally took over; at a church, in Las Vegas while they were both drunk.

“What’s the next step?” Daniel asks quietly.

“Uh, I think it’s time we talk it out.” George ushers both Daniel and Anastasia out the door.

The two both sigh once their friends leave and they are left alone.

George glances at Y/n’s form. She looks out at the window with her knees brought up to her chest. Her tattoo is visible through her lavender tank top.

“I love you, you know?” George kneels down in front of Y/n and takes her hands in his.

“I know and I love you too. But we both knew that eventually that is we were going to have to talk about it.” The y/h/c smiles sheepishly as her tries to avoid George’s eyes.

“I know, and we’ll figure it out. Because you’re my wife, ring or no ring.”

“Well, a ring wouldn’t be that bad.” Y/n mumbles and George laughs.

“Yeah, we’ll make it work.”

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five years later-

”Henry, please stop running again.”

“Mummy! Mummy, look! Daddy’s on TV.” The four year old happily grins as he points at the screen which is playing reruns of moments from the race.

“Yes, he is darling. Please sit down,” Y/n presses a kiss on her son’s head who happily obliges with his eyes glued on the TV.

Y/n sighs and runs a hand through Henry’s hair and watches as George’s post-race interview plays.

A light tug on the bottom on Y/n’s sweatpants makes her tear her attention away from watching her husband’s face on the TV screen.

The toddler wobbles in her place as she hold onto her mother’s leg for support. Y/n picks up her one year old and sets her right above her belly.

Henry turns around and faces his mother, his small hands resting on Y/n’s bump. Pippa immediately turns to face her brother who reaches up to peck his baby sister’s nose.

The toddler shrieks and giggles flapping her hands around. Y/n smiles at her children’s happiness that she can’t even notice that sound of the door opening.

Pippa leans against her mother’s chest and one of her hands press up against the heart on her mother’s chest. The toddler smiles and starts mumbling when she notices someone walk through into the living room.

“Daddy, Daddy, Daddy.” Pippa whimpers and mumbles into Y/n’s shoulder as she watches George smiles at her and places a finger on his lips.

“Sweetheart, Daddy’s not home yet.” Y/n rubs her daughter’s back and places a kiss on her head.

Pippa whines and Y/n rocks her side to side. Y/n stays like that with her daughter until she feels a pair of arms wrap around the crook between her belly and breasts.

“Woah, hi stranger.” Y/n raises an eyebrow at her husband who reaches out for his daughter with a small pout on his face.

“Daddy!” Henry runs fastest than Y/n has ever seen him run and clutches his father’s leg.

George grins while hugging both of his children and wife.

“I missed you,” He presses a kiss on Y/n’s head and a hand on her bump. “All four of you.”

“We missed you too,” Y/n rolls her eyes at her husband’s slight cheesiness. She pretends that she hates it but he knows that she loves it.

They’ve made it through everything, there is no way that they weren’t going to make everything work for the rest of forever.

#george russell #george russell x reader #george russell x y/n #george russel imagine #daniel ricciardo #f1 x y/n #f1 x you #f1 imagine #f1 #f1 x reader #formula 1 #original post #original writing

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iamumbra195 · 8 months

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Random One Piece incorrect quotes cause I'm bored

Some of these are modern au though

o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o

*Sanji's not there*

Usopp: HELP! I TOLD LUFFY I’D COOK DINNER TONIGHT BUT I CAN’T COOK!

Zoro, pouring alcohol directly into a cereal bowl:

Zoro: And you thought I could help?

...

Luffy: In my defense, I was left unsupervised.

Nami : Wasn't Zoro with you?

Zoro: In my defense, I was also left unsupervised

...

Law: I trust Mugiwara-ya.

Penguin: You think he knows what he's doing?

Law: I wouldn't go that far.

...

Sabo: Dandelions symbolize everything I want to be in life

Ace, confused: Fluffy and dead with a gust of wind?

Sabo: Unapologetic. Hard to kill. Feral, filled with sunlight, bright, beautiful in a way that the conventional and controlling hate but cannot ever fully destroy. Stubborn. Happy. Bastardous. Friends with bees. Highly disapproving of lawns. Full of wishes that will be carried far after I die.

Luffy: edible

...

Nami: We need to get through this locked door. Usopp, give me your credit card.

Usopp: Here.

Nami, pocketing it: Thanks. Luffy, kick down the door.

...

Chopper: You know those things will kill you, right?

Zoro, pouring another glass of whiskey: That’s the point.

Sanji, smoking a cigarette: We’re trying to speed up the process.

Luffy: *Nods while eating raw cookie dough*

...

Robin: Why is Luffy so sad?

Nami: He took one of those “Which Character Are You?” quizzes

Robin: And...?

Nami: He got Buggy

*Zoro cackling in the background

...

Zoro: Self care is actually getting into fights with randos in dark alleys.

Nami: No, self care is stuff like taking a bubble bath, or putting on a lot of makeup if you like it, or taking a nice warm nap!

Kin'emon, trying to be poetic: Self care is the burning heat when rage washes over you!! Self care is when you feel the bones crack under your powerful fists!! Self care is the fear in your enemies’ eyes!!!

Usopp: Lmao self care is taking Luffy's birthday meat cake just so I can eat the frosting.

Luffy: If you touch my meat cake I’ll make you eat your hands.

Sanji, losing his mind: WHY IS THERE FROSTING ON MEAT?

...

Franky, about Jinbe: Apparently we’re getting someone new in the group.

Robin: Are we stealing them?

Brook: New or used?

Franky, cackling: Wonderful responses, both of you.

...

Smoker: You’re receiving a ticket for having three people on one motorcycle.

Sanji: Shit.

Usopp: Wait, three?

Smoker: Yeah?

Nami: OH MY GOD ZORO FELL OFF!!!

...

Kin'emon: Tonight, one of you has betrayed us.

Ashura: Is it me?

Kin'emon: No, it’s not you.

Denjiro: Is it me, Kin?

Kin'emon: It’s not you either.

Kanjuro: Is it me, Kin'emon?

Kin'emon, bleeding from several debilitating injuries:

Kin'emon, mockingly: Is IT mE kiN'eMOn?

...

Usopp: Can I be frank with you guys?

Luffy, confused: Sure, but I don’t see how changing your name is gonna help.

Chopper: Can I still be Chopper?

Franky, snickering: Shh, let Frank speak.

...

Sabo: You lying, cheating, piece of shit!

Koala: Oh yeah? You’re the idiot who thinks you can get away with everything you do. WELCOME TO THE REAL WORLD

Sabo: I’m leaving you, and I’M TAKING ROBIN-CHAN WITH ME

Hack, picking up the monopoly board: I think we’re gonna stop playing now.

...

Law, walking into his submarine: Hello, people who do not belong here.

Zoro: Hey.

Sanji: Hi.

Robin: Hello.

Chopper: Hey!

Law: I gave you my vivre card for emergencies only!

Luffy, grinning: We were out of meat.

...

Sanji: You know, I'm starting to regret showing you how that blender works.

Luffy, drinking meat: Why do you say that?

...

Zoro: Do you take constructive criticism?

Nami: I only take cash or credit.

...

Koala: Why are you on the floor?

Sabo: I'm depressed.

Sabo: Also I was stabbed, can you get Ivankov, please.

...

Robin: If I accidentally sat on a voodoo doll of myself, would I be trapped forever in that position, doomed to starve to death?

*everyone looks ay Karasu

Karasu: What? How am I supposed to know?

Lindbergh: You say, as if we don’t use you as a source of knowledge of the occult.

Karasu: *sighs*

Karasu: You wouldn't be trapped

...

Vivi: I love you guys, you're the best thing that's happened to me.

Nami: We're the best thing that's ever happened to you?

Vivi: Yes!

Usopp: ... I'm starting to feel a little sorry for you.

...

Usopp: WHY. why did you give Luffy a KNIFE?!

Zoro, shrugging: He said he felt unsafe.

Usopp: Now I feel unsafe!

Zoro: ... would you like a knife?

...

Dragon: What did you do with the target's body?

Sabo : What didn’t I do with the body?

Dragon:

Sabo: Okay, that sounded more sexual than I intended. I disposed of the corpse respectfully.

...

Luffy, texting Ace: Ace! Help I’m being kidnapped

Ace: Where are you?

Luffy: I’m with some strange person. In a car. Help.

Ace: I’ll call Gramps.

Garp, answering their cell: Y’ello?

Ace: Where’s Luffy? He texted me that he was being kidnapped.

Garp: Luffy? Whaddya mean, he's right next to me-

Garp, who shaved his head:

Garp: I’ll call you back. *hangs up*

Garp: THE NEW HAIRCUT ISN’T THAT BAD!

Luffy: WHO ARE YOU?!

...

*Ace, Sabo and Luffy sitting in jail together*

Sabo: So who should we call?

Ace: I’d call Gramps, but I feel safer in jail

...

Roger: Garp, my old arch enemy.

Garp: ... I thought I was your only arch enemy?

Roger: I have a life outside of you, Garp

...

Zoro: Sometimes I drink milk straight out of the container.

Luffy: The cow???

Zoro: What?

Sanji: *disgusted shudder* LUFFY, W H Y?

...

Usopp: Would you stab your best friend in the leg for 10 billion berry?

Zoro: Nami can stab me, and then when my leg gets better, we buy a big-ass house and erase my debt

Luffy: You can stab me too, then we'll have 20 billion.

Zoro: Good thinking.

...

Kin'emon: Come on, I wasn’t that drunk last night.

Denjiro: You were flirting with O'Tsuru.

Kin'emon: So what? She's my wife.

Denjiro: You asked her if she were single.

Kin'emon:

Denjiro: And then you cried when she said she wasn't

...

Marco: What time is it?

Ace: I don’t know; pass me that saxophone and we’ll find out

Ace: *Plays sax loudly and extremely out of tune*

Izou: WHO THE FUCK IS PLAYING THE SAXOPHONE AT TWO IN THE MORNING

Ace, proudly: It’s 2 am

...

Luffy: I can’t believe you live nearby, and you won’t let anyone crash at your place.

Law: You people already know too much about me.

Kidd: I know exactly three facts about you, and one of them is that you won’t let any of us crash at your place.

...

Sabo, an enabler: Tell Ace about the birds and the bees.

Luffy: They're disappearing at an alarming rate.

...

Brook: Schrödinger’s cat is overrated. If you wanna see something that’s both dead and alive you can talk to me any time of the day.

...

Zoro: With great power comes great need to take a nap. Wake me up later.

...

Law: When someone points at your black clothes and asks whose funeral it is, having a look around the room and saying 'Haven’t decided yet' is typically a good response.

Bepo: Captain, no.

...

Law: Nothing in life is free.

Chopper: Love is free!

Luffy: Adventure is free!

Robin: Knowledge is free.

Nami: Everything is free if you take it without paying.

...

Usopp: We’ve been conducting an ongoing study to see what Luffy will and will not eat.

Franky: Grass? Yes!

Usopp: Moss? Yes!!

Franky: Leaves? Ohh, yes!

Usopp: Shoelaces? Strange but true!

Franky: Worms? Sometimes!

Usopp: Rocks? Usually nah.

Franky: Twigs? Usually!

Usopp: Zoro's cooking? Inconclusive!

Chopper: How did you… test this?

Usopp: You just hand him stuff and say ‘eat this’ and if he eats it, he eats it.

Chopper: ... I don’t know how to feel about this.

Nami: IS THAT WHERE ALL MY SHOELACES WENT?

Robin: What about humans? He tried to eat Crocodile once

Everyone: ...

Usopp: I think I might be too afraid to ask

(Someone pls draw this one XD)

...

Betty: In your opinion, what’s the height of stupidity?

Koala: *turning to Sabo* How tall are you?

...

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That's it, this took forever to write lol

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samthestrangerthingsfan · 10 days

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Out of The Woods

pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

summary: Hawkins is home once again, and you're determined to keep your peace. The past comes calling.

chapter warnings: slow burn, motherhood, swearing, childhood trauma, fluff, sweet sweet memories and friends bonding again. <3

a/n: I don't want to give spoilers, but we may or may not have a run-in with a certain metal head in this chapter! :O (just a taste, a lil treat bc you've all been so good.)

chapter 3: Silver Springs || series masterlist

NOVEMBER 4th, 1983

Friday was the best day of the week.

Sure, weekends are great, but Friday night meant movie night at the Munson’s.

“You better not make her watching nothin’ scary, Edward.” Wayne huffed, grabbing his choice of cap from the wall, as well as big winter coat.

Eddie’s hand flew over his heart. “I would never! Not so close to the holidays!”

You threw a piece of popcorn at his head as the laughter bubbled from your chest. “Holidays? It’s not even Thanksgiving!” Eddie motions for you to keep throwing so he can catch one in his mouth. You oblige, but not without a protest of your own. “I would like—no, I demand a comedy.”

Eddie bowed to you, peering up and showing off the piece of popcorn he’d caught at the last second “What m’lady wants, she shall receive.”

The trailer door blew out of Wayne’s grip as he opened it, “Christ, it’s freezin’! Turn the heat on, boy. Your date is gonna freeze to death.”

Eddie gives you a knowing look. There’s no point, his eyes send the message loud and clear. The two of you have told Wayne dozens of times that you weren’t on dates, you were just best friends hanging out.

He didn’t buy it.

“Why does she get the heat? Pretty sure I got frost bite when I got outta the shower today.”

“Because,” Wayne slid his hands into a pair of work gloves as he walked toward you. “I like her and I want her to keep comin’ around.” He bent down, and kissed the crown of your head.

You protested, “I don’t wanna bug you—“

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” Eddie teased. “Ya know you say that a lot?”

“It’s the truth!”

“You could never bug me—ever. Even if you could, who cares? Not like it’s a bad, it’s a good bug you reserve just for me; my bug.”

Your eyes seemed to roll of their own free will, “Eddie.”

He dropped down next to you, putting a hand on your upper thigh as he offered you a twizzler. “Yes, Bug?”

Neither of you had noticed when exactly Wayne slipped out.

You’d compromised that night. Ghostbusters, a little something for the both of you.

About 30 minutes in, Eddie looked at you. He took in how you laughed at something Bill Murray said, how the sound bubbling from your chest made your nose crinkle.

God, he could listen to that sound all day.

When you turned to him, he panicked. Standing quickly, “Uh, shit…here,” he said, not knowing where the hell he was going with the sentence.

Eddie looked around for a moment, what felt like an hour for him was surely only a few seconds. He ended up grabbing Wayne’s old Polaroid camera from the shelf. “C’mon, we gotta take a picture.”

You smiled through your confusion, “Why?”

Eddie shrugged, “Because we never do! And I wanna remember this even when we’re so old we can’t remember our own names.”

“You want to remember a randoms Friday night?”

He nodded. “If it’s a Friday night with you? Always.”

The whirr and click of the camera went off before you knew what was happening. “Eddie, I wasn’t ready! I’m gonna look like a fucking Goblin!”

The timber of his laugh made your heart race. Eddie pulled the film from its slot beneath the lens. “Don’t sell yourself short, Bug. Troll maybe, but never a Goblin.”

You elbowed his ribs at the exact moment he connected with the couch.

“Oof.” He laughed. “C’mon, smile?”

“Fine.”

Eddie put his arm around you, pulling you in close. A second later, the flash blinded you both, leaving you dazed and giggly for the next minute.

You held out your hand, and gestured to where the photo of the two of you was laid out to develop. “Let’s see it then.” You demanded.

Eddie pulled it off the coffee table, looking at it before he handed it to you.

He wasn’t looking at the camera, no. His eyes were on you, and he was smiling harder than he’d thought was possible.

He saw how you were leaned into him, your hand holding his as it draped over your shoulder, the light behind your eyes, the smile he couldn’t get enough of.

Eddie felt it then.

So immediate and sudden it felt like his heart got struck by lightning, and it was then that he realized two things:

That this feeling, whatever it was, couldn’t possibly end well.

And two?

He is so fucked.

It became easier to breathe.

You hadn’t realized just how suffocating life here had become. To be back in Hawkins and still feel like you were hiding and alone. Though now, and in the weeks since you’re run-in with Robin and Steve, it all got a bit brighter and a little less heavy.

Steve was committed to putting the past behind you, a sentiment he all but drilled into your head the first night he visited Maggie and you at the house.

“You did what you thought you needed to do to make it. You’re back now, though. Let us be there for you.”

He also became Maggie’s own personal jungle gym. Whenever they watched a movie or had a snack together, your daughter could be found on top of him in some way. They especially enjoyed watching cartoons on Saturdays; Maggie perched on top of Uncle Cheeseball’s shoulders, because according to her it was the ‘best seat in the house.’

Robin couldn’t be deterred either.

She’s over at least three nights a week now, and Maggie is obsessed—like, seriously obsessed. It’s the sort of bond you watch from afar and admire, the way your friend opened her heart to your daughter. How she’s protected her innocence and encouraged her silliness.

Kids aren’t exactly everyone’s cup of tea. They’re loud and messy and demanding in a totally innocent way. They require you to think before you act and never put yourself first. It’s why any dates you’d been on over the years hadn’t worked out, most people disappeared after they learned of her. Not that you cared, Maggie was number one in your life, and you were damn proud of that.

But now here you are, the life you had been convinced you’d never have was happening before your eyes.

“And ya know what else, Miss M? Your Mom fell right on her butt and slid all the way down the hill!”

Maggie’s laughter echoed off the your living room walls.

“Hey! It was December and Hillcrest is notoriously icy when it snows!” You feigned insult, and tickled Maggie as her laughter multiplied.

“Mom! That’s so silly! How'd you stop sliding?” She questioned.

Robin’s eyebrow quirked up, “Yeah, how did you stop sliding?”

You sighed, embarrassment painting your face. “Steve—Uncle Cheeseball had to catch me.”

The two of them howled with laughter, “Yeah-yeah, laugh it up. I don’t like this, you’re in…cahoots!”

“Excuse me!” Robin objected. “I am a responsible adult!”

Maggie stood with her hands on her hips. “Yeah! Me too!”

You leaned down, kissing her forehead. “Alright, well, it’s bedtime for all adults and former children.”

Maggie whined, but let out a yawn mid-grumble.

“See? Proof.” You booped her nose. “Go on, you have school tomorrow. Teeth, pjs, bed, okay?”

Maggie hugged you, “Okay, Mama. Goodnight, Robby! I’ll see you on Friday for pizzas!”

She ran the few feet to your friend, and squeezed her. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world, kiddo.”

Maggie, by the grace of God, listened. She was so worn out from laughing and dancing and playing with Robin that she crashed as soon as her little head hit the pillow.

“Want me to take the trash out on my way?” Robin asked, hands full of the nonsense she’d brought along with her.

“Is there a 3rd hand in there I don’t know about?” You nodded towards her, “No, Robs. I got it, I just gotta do the dishes first.”

Robin smiled behind you, relishing in the gratitude she felt having you back. “I-I’m so proud of you.” It was a near whisper, and when you turned to your friend, she had tears in her eyes.

“Maggie is…she’s so cool! And you’re obviously an incredible Mom. I’m just, I’m sorry you felt like you had to stay away.”

Your own eyes burned at that. You walked to Robin and pulled her into a hug. “I’m sorry too, I’m sorry I didn’t call, or write…I just didn’t know how to—to be here.”

She nodded into your embrace, adjusting the items she cradled. “Well, you’re here now. Anything you need, say the word and I’ll be here, Steve too.”

You pulled away, “I know.”

Robin grabbed her keys with the few fingers she had free. “I don’t mean to ruin the beautiful moment of love and friendship, but have you thought about...him? About what’ll happen if you see him again? I mean, Hawkins isn’t exactly a big town.” She avoided using his name, and that didn’t go unnoticed.

It’s all I think about.

Fingers toyed with the hair tie around your wrist, “I wouldn’t even know…” your voice faded out. “I’ll cross that bridge if and when I come to it, I’ve been here for a while already, and haven’t even heard anyone mention his name.”

That was true.

Everyone used to talk about Eddie Munson. The troublemaker, the cult leader, the devil-worshipping freak. The boy who was corrupting you, and ruining your future.

These backwoods hicks had no idea just how good he was back then. How kind and gentle and full of courage he was. You couldn’t understand why they hated him, not when you found it so easy to love him.

“I didn’t wanna upset you—“

“You didn’t,” you’re quick to reassure her, “it’s a logical question, and sure, maybe I’m avoiding the subject, but I appreciate you looking out for me all the same.”

Robin shrugged as if it was the most simple thought in the world, “Always.”

She left after an additional 5 minutes of arguing about helping you clean, to which you would not allow.

Cleaning up after a long day, while exhausting, was your only time to yourself. It was the one part of the day Maggie wasn’t asking something of you or looking for something or covered in something sticky.

Why is it always something sticky?

The dishes were done, and the counters were clean. You plopped on the couch, and turned on whatever the tv was playing at this hour and had just begun to fold the laundry, when the stink of the trash left by the door nearly had you retching.

“Nope, not waiting til morning…”

“Steve, Steve…” Eddie laughed.

The boy threw his hands up in frustration. “Eddie, I’m serious!”

Eddie slapped his friends shoulder. “I appreciate the worrying, pal. I’m fine, I had one beer let’s see…” the metal head looked at his watch, “an hour and a half ago. Why the sudden concern about my health and safety, hm?”

Steve blanched at the question, stumbling over his words. “T-There was an accident tonight! Drunk driver hit the pole on Cornwallis. Cops everywhere, ya know?”

Steve knew exactly why the thought of Eddie getting hurt or worse was suddenly a new phobia he developed. He had just hoped he’d hide it better than this.

Eddie sighed, “Great,” and stood, grabbing his keys out of his pocket, “back roads it is, gonna take me 20 minutes to get home now.”

Steve stood too, causing Eddie to glance back. He pinched his friend’s cheek, “Would you feel better if I called you when I got home, Stevie?” Eddie mocked, pouting his lip.

Steve pushed him away, “Shut up, man. Fine, that’s the last time I give a shit about my friends.”

Eddie laughed, “Nah, I appreciate it, Harrington. I’ll see ya on Friday right? Still looking your car over at the shop?”

“Yeah, yeah. See ya Friday.”

Eddie left Steve’s apartment smiling to himself.

What a good dude.

By the time he hit Cornwallis, the detour was worse than expected. It took him down several back roads and side streets Eddie is usually able to avoid all together.

Not to mention Forest Hills trailer park is on the opposite side of town from Harrington’s place. Eddie is usually able to zip down Main Street to save some time, but with Cornwallis a no-go, it was an addition pain in the ass to avoid the one-ways.

“Oh come on.” He griped. The car in front of him was going what seemed like negative miles an hour. He whipped the wheel to the left, evading the current route and instead, opting for an old way he remembered like the back of his hand.

Even in the dark.

It was eerie. To be on this street that he'd driven hundreds of times, knowing it wasn't leading to you.

He could practically see you, the way you’d sit on the curb until he got there, bag packed with your essentials for a few days. Wanting to get the hell out of this place before your Dad came-too.

The street was dim, lit only by the few flickering street lamps. He attempted to drown out the glimpses of the past, turning up the radio, and blasting Crazy Train so loud it made his windows shake.

Six houses away.

It was a subconscious entity; these memories shouting from the void and demanding to be remembered.

Three…

The porch light to your old house was on. “Huh…weird.” Eddie whispered to himself.

His van was barely at your mailbox when he slammed on his brakes, nearly getting choked by the seatbelt. He skidded to a stop, and killed the music.

Either he’s high as a kite, or it was you. Standing right in front of him as you dragged the trash can to the curb.

He’s hoping it’s the former.

You, rightfully so, looked like a deer in fucking headlights. Jumping back when you heard the screech of his tires.

But you know that van—you’d know it simply by the way it sounded coming down your street or by the shape of the headlights shining through the Hawkins fog.

The rusted hinges groaned when the drivers side door opened. Eddie was moving, but he wasn’t sure why. Not when very fiber of his being was screaming at him to stay in the van—to keep driving. Did he listen?

Of course not.

Eddie Munson says your name so softly and with such disbelief, it almost sounded like fear coating his tongue.

You, unlike the boy—man before you, were frozen.

That was the first thing you’d noticed. Eddie still looked like…Eddie, just a manlier—a more rugged version of the boy you’d loved.

He had five o’clock shadow covering his jaw. Cheekbones that were more defined, the hollows more pronounced. His hair was shorter, shorter than you remember it, anyway and he wore boots—work boots. Gone we’re the torn-up Goodwill sneakers he’d saved up weeks to buy.

He was in a black henley and dark wash jeans, though he still had his signature wallet chain and denim jacket.

Your heart slammed in your chest. Your dinner churned in your belly.

You could go. You could turn around and ignore him, walking back into your home and do exactly what he did to you.

But you wouldn’t, you’re better than that—better than him.

“W-Why…what are you doing here?” He half-mumbled.

“Minding my own business.” The strength in your voice surprised you.

Eddie was quiet, very uncharacteristically so, before he shook his head…presumably in an attempt to sort out his thoughts.

“But you’re, you’re here. You’re in Hawkins.” You could practically see the proverbial egg shells he was walking on.

Was he…afraid of you?

Good. You thought. He should be.

You crossed your arms, “Nothing ever did get past you.”

He was stuck. Quicksand was pulling him down, holding his body tightly and dragging him into the Earth’s core. He couldn’t breathe, he was dying.

At least that’s what it felt like.

Eddie cleared his throat. “How, um, how long—“

“A while.” You interject.

How long had you been here? How long were you staying? It didn’t matter, the answer is the same.

“And you’re staying here.” He nodded to the blue house he’s rescued you from hundreds of times.

“I don’t see how that’s your business.” You we’re cold, colder than he’s ever heard you.

Eddie took you in now. You were the same in every way that mattered. Older, sure…but still you, and for that, Eddie couldn’t be more grateful.

You had new smile lines. Were you happy? He hoped to whatever God was listening that you were.

“It’s not, shit. I—I know it’s not. I just didn’t know—“

A noise from inside the house startled you. Your head whipped around, fast as lighting.

Shit. Maggie.

“You okay?” He asked.

No, no, no.

Ignoring him, you turn and start walking back to the house, when Eddie calls your name again, not daring to move from where he’d planted his feet.

You all but spit at him, “Leave, Eddie. There’s nothing left here for you.”

And you meant it.

When you were safely inside, you check Maggie, who was sound asleep.

The noise must have been the door, or the wind, but it scared to half to death.

He didn’t deserve to know her, and maybe that’s selfish, but you aren’t ready to share your daughter yet.

Not with him.

Who knows, maybe you never will be.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson angst #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson smut #ootw

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frostcoldhere · 16 days

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is there something i should be afraid of or

he looks so fucking silly..

is he some kind of creepypasta- or some scrapped shit.

ok lemme copy and paste lore:

Of the designs was one by Kazuyoshi Abe, which gave the creature more monkey-like feature, with a head to purposely look like a “mushroom cloud,” a reference to the atomic bomb (Tsutsui 20)

#mushroom head godzilla #Mushroom cloud godzilla #godzilla #frost's random shit

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bitchliteraria1906 · 2 months

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A thought:

If it weren't for the TVA mess, Mobius would be... such a normal guy. Not only that, but a rather silly one.

Just... think about it.

He looks like a normal guy, and doesn't try to compensate that with extravagant clothes. He is genuinely a nice person who looks like he'd own a bunch of dogs, or at least feed strays. He has a random hyperfixation that no one else around him cares about. He likes key lime pie. He makes knock knock jokes. And if it weren't for being a TVA agent, he doesn't look like he'd have any kind of extraordinary skill.

And we ship him with a norse god who has a bunch of powers? Who's been through so much shit?? Who has killed people???

And sure, it's hillarious, but it also has the potential to be so fucking sweet.

Because Loki has spent most of his life unable to find peace, always trying to prove himself, to get out of Thor's shadow. Then, coming to terms with being a frost giant. And then, the New York thing.

And after all that, he gets to interact with a guy who, despite working for an organization like the TVA and being able to be intimidating when needed, somehow still manages to have such a comforting aura. A guy who makes stupid knock knock jokes in the midle of a serious interrogation and infodumps about jetskis, and who, most importantly, treats him like a normal person, even after studying his life and seeing all that he has done, and all that he's capable of.

And it's so clear that Loki appreciates it. He smiles at the joke in the interrogation scene. When Mobius is excited to finnaly experience some (very simple and mundane) things outside of the TVA while they search for Sylvie in season 2, Loki goes along with what he wants and humors him.

Loki is a god, who is used to being surrounded by other gods. He could so easily just see Mobius as less for being a human and a fairly normal guy with such dumb little quirks, but he clearly values him so much (both his company and him as a person), and sees him as a complex individual that's worth respecting/caring for, and I think that's amazing and an extra reason to enjoy their relationship.

#loki #lokius #character analysis #kind of?#mobius #mobius mcu #mobius m mobius #loki laufeyson #loki odinson #loki friggason #why does this bitch have so many names #anyway #i love them #they deserved so much better

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wannabeschyulersister · 10 months

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I need some Carmen berzatto! Reader licking frosting off his fingers 🥵

Baking was something that you liked to do when you were stressed after a long day. You weren’t the best at it. Like nowhere near Marcus’ level but you enjoyed the process.

Marcus let you shadow him one random Wednesday as he taught you some basics. Carmy told him that you had gotten into baking as a stress reliever and Marcus wanted you to see him in action.

It was nerve wracking to say the least but you did enjoy the time you spent with Marcus. The kitchen was busy but you focused solely on what he was doing. It was truly like watching an artist at work.

Now, you were in the middle of making homemade frosting for the chocolate cake you just baked. It was nearly midnight and you definitely should’ve been getting some much needed rest. It was Friday, well early Saturday morning, so you could sleep in.

The front door to your apartment opened and closed. Carmen had a long day at the restaurant and couldn’t wait to get some sleep. He had been thinking of nothing more than getting under the sheets with your body molded right next to his.

He took off his coat and set his keys by the small table. He heard noise from the kitchen and was surprised that you were still awake. “(Y/n)?”

“Who else would it be?” You answered like a smartass.

Carmen rolled his eyes at your joke and made his way into the kitchen. He noticed the dirty mixing bowls, measuring cup and the flour that was on your right cheek. “Have a long day?” He walked to the sink and washed his hands.

“Yeah, I just felt a little restless and wanted to make a cake.”

“You want to talk about it?” Carmen was tired as fuck but if you needed to decompress and tell him about your day, he didn’t mind spending some more time awake.

“No, I’m feeling better now. I know you’ve had a long day and I’m sure you don’t want to hear about my crappy job.” You didn’t mean to sound snarky or anything but you hated piling your problems on others. Even your boyfriend.

Carmen crossed the kitchen and stood behind you, “Hey, look at me.”

You set the bowl down and turned to face him. He placed his hands on either side of your body, trapping you between him. “You know that I like hearing about your day. Good or bad. You can tell me anything.”

“I know that I can. It’s just, you have a stressful fucking job and I don’t want to add my problems to your plate. No pun intended.”

Carmen rested his forehead against yours, “I like hearing about your day. It’s- something that distracts me from the shit that I had to deal with.”

He softly kissed your lips and it was like all of your problems melted away in that moment. Being with him was like being in a bubble where nothing could go wrong. Carmy made everything better.

“Thanks, Carmy.” You whispered.

“Anytime.” He reached behind you and placed his finger in your mixing bowl getting some frosting from the side.

“Hey! No fingers in my bowl!” You laughed.

“Sorry, it looks delicious.” He started to put his finger in his mouth to taste it but you stopped him. Instead, you grabbed his hand and guided it to your mouth.

Carmen watched with a lustful gaze as you licked the frosting from his index finger.

“Mmmm. Delicious.”

“Bedroom. Now.”

You laughed, “I have to finish frosting my cake.”

Carmen stepped closer to you, “If you aren’t in that bed in one minute, I will carry you there myself.”

“Yes, Chef.”

#carmen berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto imagine #carmen berzatto x (y/n)#carmen berzatto x you #Carmy x reader #the bear x reader #carmen berzatto

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wolfytoothy · 6 months

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3 Am making cookies

E.42. Miles X Black. ADHD. reader

⚠️Listen guys I'm just baseing this off my ADHD, and stuff like that. So don't come after me with the bull shit or anything like that, I'm just basing it off of my ADHD.

This does contain some cussing,⚠️

And don't mind my bad spelling, can't spell for shit but... here we are.

Enjoy bookies.

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It was 3 in the morning. 3:28 to be exact, and you couldn't fall back asleep. You had got up earlier to pee but couldn't fall back asleep for some strange reason.

You just had a random burst of energy all of a sudden. You huffed and looked at your partner who was peacefully sleeping Like a baby. With his face buried in the crook of your neck, with his Long arms wrapped around your body. You slowly, and softly untangle his arms from your body, and peel yourself away from miles. You rolled over and surprisingly softly fell on the ground.

you made your way down stairs all the way the the middle of the room. Once you did, you had no idea what else to do. Till your brain just went on auto polite.

Lets just say.... you cleaned all of down stairs, managed to learn a whole ass new skill, you found yarn and learned how to croche. You watched TV, paced around the house for a bit, had a whole concert, you did a little Amazon and Shein shopping. You were huddled in the blankets still doing some shopping. Till you got bored. And hungry

You looked at the kitchen and started walking twoards it. You searched through the cabinets and fridge and found cookie dough.

"Ooo" you said.

Time skip:

miles eyes fluttered open as his armed reached for you. But to no avail. His eyes pop open as he sat up quickly looking around for you. He then heard murrmering, and sounds down stairs. He relaxed immediately and made his way to you.

"Mami, what are you doing up this late"

You jumped at the sudden voice and turned to see Miles, "Oh, Hi miles" you smiled as you ran to hug him. He let out a low chuckle and hugged you back, rubbing your back softly. "Hi mama's, but why are you up at 5 in the morning?" He asked. "And ... why are you making cookies this late?" He asked again looking back at your mess on the counter, trying to rub the tired out of his eyes.

"I wanted cookies" you smiled as you rocked back and fourth.

"At 5 in the morning"

"Iv learned not to question how my mind works"

"Mm, but. Why are you up ma"

You pulled away and thought about your latest activities.

"Well, it all started off with waking up to pee, and couldn't go back to sleep so i—" then you went on about everything you did in the past 2 hours or so. "Then I got hungry, started cooking till I relized we need more zipblock bags, and I was like 'oh fuck we need more of these' so I went to my phone and added them to the cart. Then I realized I want frosting, so I added those, then I looked up and saw my phone was about to die then i remembered I need to by a longer charger. Then my stomch growled so I got some gold fish, then I also rearranged the whole living room you know, it wasn't giving what its supposed be given you know, and- oh shit the cookies" you finally stopped ranting and look back at the cookies.

Miles sighed heavily as he pulled you closer by the waist,he gave you a quick peck on the lips and hummed "Mm, interesting" he muttered as he rest his head on yours. "Okay baby,come on " he said pulling you by the hand back to the kitchen.

"Huh? W-were we going"

"To finish them cookies"

"Right cookies... wait, we need more pans,hold on lemme add pans to the cart real quick" you broke from his hands and added it to the cart. Then you got distracted...again. "ooo,bread" you cheered.

Miles huffed and rolled his eyes playfully, he turned around to face you and grabbed you by the wrist gently, "hey" he said, grabbing your attention. He took your phone from your hand,placing it on the table gently. Then he grabbed you chin making you look at him and took your other wrist in his hands.He then gave you a few kisses,witch made you smile up at him. The whe interaction gave you butterflies honesty.

"Mama's. Focus. Cookie" he reminded.

"Right.cookies"

#earth 42 miles morales x reader #miles morales #earth 42 miles #e.42 miles #earth 42 miles x you #earth 42 miles fluff

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mattsturnioloscasket · 4 months

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“𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘” (𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐎 𝐒𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄)

tw: mentions of not eating, crying rly hard, cursing

THIS IS SO CHEESY😜😜😜😜😜

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“what do you want?” asks matt, turning around and looking at his little sister. currently y/n, matt, chris, and nick were filming a car video for friday.

“i’m okay, i don’t want anything.”

“stop playing, what do you want?” asks chris also turning around to look at her

“i’m fine guys seriously, i had some of yesterdays pasta before this” y/n insists

chris rolls his eyes. “whatever, just get her some nugs incase she gets hungry.”

“i wont get hungry!”

“okay then i wont get you anything!” matt looks at her with a death glare.

“good!”

“good.”

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“who wants a donut?” asks nick, pulling out a box of donuts from the trunk. chris and matt burst into laughter as y/n laughs along. chris and matt grab a donut, so nick points the box at y/n, offering her one.

y/n shakes her head. “i’m good.” nick groans, shoving the box in her face.

“take one!” matt and chris giggle. y/n shakes her head.

“seriously, i’m okay.” nick rolls his eyes, grabbing a donut and taking a bite out of it. a pink frosted donut, her favorite.

y/n clears her throat. “hey so i had a question.” chris and matt turn to look at her, chocolate on their mouths.

y/n giggles slightly. “just a random question, what would happen if somebody just stopped eating?” nick freezes, mid-bite into his donut.

it was silent for a few seconds, dead silent. “bro why are you asking such fucked up shit?” chris turns back around to continue eating his donut.

matt licks the chocolate off his lips and nods in agreement, “yeah, nick cut this out of the vlog.” nick nods, looking at y/n with a soft smile.

she smiles back, looking out the window, tears in her eyes. y/n’s boyfriend, ben, broke up with her last weekend, apparently she had gained weight and he was losing interest. she still hasn’t told a soul. she couldn’t tell her brothers about it, especially matt. he was the one who told her that she shouldn’t be dating at 16, but, she didn’t listen. and he’d probably beat the shit out of ben.

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y/n sits on her bed, scrolling through instagram stories, accidentally she scrolls past ben, and there he was. he was kissing katie, y/n best friend. she could feel herself tear up at this. she knew they had something, it was hard not to tell, but he’d always tell her she’s being insecure.

y/n let the tears fall, smalls sobs escaping her lips. nick walks in the room, the box of donuts in his hands again.

“hey so i saved you the-“ he notices her state, freezing. nick puts the donuts down.

“matt, chris! get in here.” he walks to y/n sitting next to her. y/n looks at nick, wiping her tears as nick looks at her with concerned eyes.

“what?” “y/n?” matt and chris say at the same time, rushing to her side. y/n pulls her hands to her face, crying into her hands.

a couple seconds pass, nick hesitantly reaches forward, removing y/n’s hands from her face.

“hey, what’s wrong.” nick dosent put y/n’s hands down, instead holding them.

y/n shakes her head, breathing in as tears flow down her face.

“i-im not, pretty anymore..” y/n sobs, the triplets could feel their hearts break.

“what? you’re so pretty.” insists nick. y/n shakes her head, sobbing.

“i’m not ben’s girlfriend type of pretty.” matt bites his lip, trying not to lash out. he warned her, he knew this would happen. he couldn’t help but feel bad though.

“you’re not dating ben anymore?” chris speaks up.

“you’re beautiful.” nick holds her hands tighter.

“it’s not just ben, i’m not smart enough to do good in school.” y/n begins to list.

“you’re so smart.” matt insists.

“i cant play sports, i can’t have friends without them using me to get closer to you guys.” y/n sobs harder. nick releases one of his hands from hers, reaching up and wiping her tears.

“i get made fun of, no one ever wants to hang out with me.” she shakily breathes.

“i’m not good enough.. for anything.” y/n cries, releasing her hands from nicks and crying into them.

“you’re so beautiful.” says chris. nick and matt’s head’s shoot towards him

“and so smart. it kills me that you don’t think you’re good enough.” chris bites his lip. matt nods in agreement at chris’s words, reaching over chris and removing her hands from her face.

“i wont just sit here and watch you tie yourself into knots just so people can like you.” matt holds her hands tightly, looking her in the eyes.

“you shouldn’t have to change for anyone. because we love who you are.” chris says.

y/n sniffles, looking down at her phone, ben’s story still pulled up. nick looks at her phone, rolling his eyes.

“she’s nobody. block them out like they don’t exist.” nick speaks up. chris and matt nod in agreement. chris picks up y/n phone, unfollowing ben and unliking his story.

“you okay now?” matt hadn’t let go of her hands, looking into her eyes deeply. y/n nods, sniffling.

“good, stay off your phone tonight okay? how about we go watch decendants 3?” nick smiles. y/n giggles, nodding. matt helps y/n up, as the four siblings walk downstairs.

“hey did you ever end up getting me mcdonald’s?”

“in the microwave.”

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#chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo imagine #sturniolo smut #sturniolo x reader #matthew sturniolo #nathan doefluff #nathan doe #decendants #barbie #sadnees #insecurity #dunkin donuts #madi filipowicz

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