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#i don't smoke but if i did i'd get high with this dude
yoke9494 · 2 months
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Me,U, Your brother, &Your Forehead.. (Ran Haitani/F.reader)
*Au-.. ish?
*FIRST TEASE REQUEST!! (Wattpad)
*Slight NSFW/ Cockblock Rindou.
*Drug use
*Crack on crack.
*Never proof read! Live dangerously!
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Living next to the Haitani's had its ups and downs.
Downs included: Waking up from a much needed nap or dead sleep to hear Rindou on his DJ set. He was good but honestly, not "Oh cool! We're partying at 3am?" good. Not really "I have a mad hangover but keep playing!" good..
Other times you'd hear a bunch of thuds and Ran yelling. Throwing a fit about not getting his way or throwing dudes around... Well you hoped it was dudes? Not some poor girl getting her guts liquidified.
Rip..
And don't get me started on all the sketchy shit they have going on in their house..
But they weren't all too bad you guessed. Sure they were loud, nosey, a little mean.
But the good part was..
"What are you doing outside? Looking all sad and shit."
You rolled your eyes at the sleepy purple ones staring you down. You had tried to hide from everyone. Curling up in the hammock in back of your house--  just to get some air, some time to think..
But somehow it was always Ran who sniffed you out... Especially when he wanted something.
Shrugging you let out a sigh. "Just sitting. What are you doing outside? Shouldn't you be asleep like always?"
Ran copied you. "Can't sleep." He eyed your slouched figure. Hunchback of Notre Dame looking ass, but he noticed you weren't in your usual homeless wear today-- you looked nice?.. Oh Right! "Hey, wait! I thought you had a date today? That one nerdy guy with the lame glasses?"
You knew who he was talking about and you fought the urge to throw something. "Ugh. A bust... Turns out guys who get good grades and act charming can be assholes too."
That was a shame... Ran had high hopes for that one. (Not really ) "Wanna come over and smoke? Rindou's out-- we can play in his room."
Tempting...
Though any other girl would take that sexually you knew better. Rindou had all the cool gadgets and shit in his space. He didn't let you or Ran touch ANYTHING since you both broke everything you laid your eyes on.
Fuck it..
"Sure."
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The thick smoke swirled around in the air, making pretty white sheer shapes. The pungent smell of weed seeped into every fiber and surface in Rindou's poor room.
Oops, guess you two forgot to open a window.
After the second joint was lit you and Ran couldn't focus on anything. Not Rins DJ set, not the video game console, not even his laptop that was playing some movie in a language you both didn't know.
Your body was light, your head quiet. All the stress of the day just melted away. Your eyes felt heavy and you were starving! It's a good thing you and Ran had a plate of Chicken between you... While you both laid on the floor.
How did you end up there with a plate of chicken? No fucking idea.. One of you must have fell or laid down. Then the other joined..
Where did the chicken come from? Hell if you knew.. And Ran didn't know either. When did he leave the room to make them? Did he buy it? Where was his wallet?
Ran didn't even remember getting up and making the snack-- did you? You should because you were standing right next to him..
Either way they were warm and the meat was juicy. The best fucking chicken you've had in you life! All crispy and shit..
"What was I saying?"
What? Was he talking? Oh shit-- you were too busy mouth fucking this chicken.
"Uh--"
Ran gasped. "Oh yeah! So yeah. I didn't hit it.."
Oh now you remember! He was trying to make you feel better about your failed date by telling you his.
You shook your head. "Why not? I mean, I don't clam slam myself but she's fucking hot! I'd try the chowder if it was her."
Ran snorted. "She had clitter glitter."
You made a face at the ceiling. "What now?"
Ran took a slow bit out of his chicken. With a full mouth. ".... toilet paper. There were pieces of toilet paper in her coochie down to the crack. It gave me the ick so I made an excuse to leave. Said Rindou was stuck in the dryer.. She actually bought it!"
The laugh you let out. it probably made the windows shake. "You're shitting me?!"
Ran smiled and shook his head no. The proudest look on his face that he actually pulled some shit like that off. "Nope. That girl has the body of a porn star but the brains of a jellyfish. I'd probably have to bubble wrap her if we ever got drunk or high together. I don't want to babysit."
You nodded like you understood what he was saying. No you weren't judging Ran's choice in girls, you really couldn't. Sure he liked girls who were basically walking fuck toys. But you were no better-- You liked guys who were well off academically. You sure as hell weren't.. But if you ever tried to have them partake in your lifestyle? You'd be babysitting too.
...Turns out you both sucked at picking them. They always turned out to be the same-- a waste of time
"Any whoodle toaster strudel-- Say something babe.... You being all quiet is making me paranoid."
Oh shit.. "My bad." You slowly opened your eyes. You hadn't really noticed that you closed them and started drifting off with a half eaten chicken wing in your hand.
You looked up at the ceiling..
Mean purple eyes stared back at you... It sent a shock of fear up your back and you gasped while trying to make the floor swallow you up to hide you from the evil one..
Ran twitched beside you. He was slowly falling asleep too. "What?!"
You saw a blur of blonde and teal. 'Just looking all mad this one..' "Uh...I think Rindou's home."
Ran hummed from his spot. "Oh shit. We should get out of here before he sees us."
You smiled while Rindou scoffed and nudged his brother with his foot. "What the fuck are you guys going in here?! Getting your greasy ass finger prints on my shit!"
Ran sat up. "Oh shit! Grab the children and run!"
Children? Did he mean the fuckin chicken?..
You watched Ran run out (more like stumble out) with the plate of chicken and only one braid still holding on. He yelled after you. "To my room bitch!"
You snorted at the sight. Then it hit you-- you looked at Rindou. "Did that 5 headed hoochie call me a BITCH?"
Rindou nodded but then pointed to the hall. "Out. Before I pop out your joints from their sockets."
You grumbled and rolled before getting up. You grabbed his hand and placed the half eaten wing in it. "For your troubles." Then walked (Ran--stumbled) out.
Rindou rolled his eyes and threw it in his trashcan. "What an idiot.."
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When you walked into Ran's room he was waiting for you on his bed. The window was finally open and let in a cool breeze.
He clicked his tongue when you fell face first into his bed. If this mattress could talk.. There would probably be a few cum stains yelling. "Paapaaa." "Papaa Ran, hold me."
You would normally shoot up and go home to scrub yourself raw-- IF you were sober. But right now.. you were getting tired.
Ran cleared his throat. "So I was thinking--"
You cut him off. "Did it hurt?"
He pushed your head into his mattress a little deeper. But you could hear the smile in his words. "Shut up."
You snorted and motioned for him to go on with your hand.
He took a second but eventually spit it out. "Why don't we just date?"
"Huh?" You turned to see Ran in your bubble. You pushed his face away. "Act like your hairline Haitani and back up a couple inches."
Ran deadpanned. "I'm serious."
You laughed. "Hell no."
He seemed hurt. "Why not?"
You gave him a droll look. "Why not? Why NOT?! You're not boyfriend material Ran."
He held his hands over his heat. Fake ass.. "Ouch! I'm hurting. Kiss me to make it better."
...Oh.
You scoffed. "Damn it Ran! You're just horny. I'm going home."
He stopped you before you could even get up. "No. Seriously.. What's wrong with dating me? You know what you're getting into, you know I'm an asshole already. You already know what kind of person I am and the shit I'm into and I know what kind of person you are. It makes sense right?"
You scrunched up your nose. "That's the problem. We're too much alike. We'll probably fight everyday."
He shook his head and smiled. "So? At least we'll be able to mad fuck after. I last longer when I'm mad."
That was a joke.. he could go on for hours! *Snort*
You were about to tell him to fuck off.
"Just one kiss. If you feel nothing I won't bring it up again. I just wanna see."
It was probably just the weed talking. It couldn't have been that Ran secretly had a thing for you.. nooo. Not that.. It wasn't because he was fed up with watching you waste time on little pussies when he was right there. Just waiting for you to be his.. No it wasn't the weed that gave him enough confidence to do what he's been thinking about.
And it must be the weed that kept you on Ran's bed...
It's the weeds fault you didn't tell him "No." when he asked to kiss you again. And it was the weeds fault you kept on going.-- totally not the way you actually felt comfortable around Ran, and it's not like you found him kinda attractive either..
He was just a friend-- You were his friend--- You both were bad at lying. Couldn't even convince yourselves..
Your mind was buzzing. But so was your body.. and no. It wasn't a bad feeling.
The kiss was sweet and slow. The complete opposite of what you and Ran were really like. You both tried to hide it-- but again, you knew one another so why bother?!
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Underwear was the only modestly you and Ran had on right now. You were pretty sure you ripped his shirt in two-- that's okay. Your bra was fucked too.
It's funny.. You both had gotten high and drunk together hundreds of times. You've hung out just for the hell of it, hell you even napped together sometimes! Why did you both wait so long to do this?
Your back arched when Ran's fingers curled deep inside you. His thumb drawing tight figure eights on your slippery clit.
Rindou was in the next room.. Poor guy-- Ran shut you with a sloppy kiss. Teeth clanking and tongues rolling. But in reality, he didn't want his little brother to hear the sounds that were only meant for him. He was the most greedy out of the two anyway.
Geez possessive already?
He couldn't help it. His dick was hard and up against your thigh. It hasn't even felt the squeeze of your soft walls yet and he was losing his mind. Should he be embarrassed of all the pre cum that soaked though his underwear and onto your skin? Probably-- but your pussy around his fingers made his brain slower than the weed ever could.
He let out a groan when your cunt began to flutter and grip at his fingers. Your thighs began to twitch and you nails dug into the skin of his arm and back before your tried to push him away.
He's heard stories... That's probably why he wanted you so bad but-- (That's what he told himself..)
His speed picked up and he pushed against that soft spot deep inside everytime he shoved his fingers in. He wanted to keep you quiet but found himself lost in the way you sounded.. The way his name came out, a tone of pleasure-- desperation, instead of annoyance.
He could get used to this..
You let out a pornographic like moans that he began to mock but quickly they became real and breathy just like yours.
Clear liquid began to gush out of you and Ran's never been so happy to have his mattress ruined.
He couldn't wait anymore. His cock was stiff and beginning to hurt. Your underwear was yanked off from the middle of your legs. His was already gone..
You felt a little shy while he spread you wider for him. He was just staring..
"What? I have clitter glitter too?"
He smiled. "You're glittering with something else. I don't really wanna waste it."
Before you could ask.
His face was between your thighs. Your fingers tangled in his hair. That braid that was hanging on for dear life gave up it's battle long ago. You hardly saw him with his hair down, but it was doing something to you..
Especially when he looked up and groaned into your pussy. Like he was a starved man and eating his very last meal all at the same time.
He finally came up for air. "Can I fuck you now?"
You shrugged. "Sure. I'm just here enjoying my time until you man up and shove it in."
Ran wanted to argue but he was getting desperate.( he wasn't going to tell you that.) But he did tell himself you were just as needy. Especially since you were quick to wrap your legs around him when he climb up.
One more kiss-- Ran hissed when he lined himself up to your entrance. His head was the only inches he had in-- why were you still so tight? What was wrong with you?
He was going to have to shove himself in. Eh, he'd feel bad about it later---
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Ran's room door swung open...
Rindou walked in. He didn't even seem bothered that you literally threw Ran off of you and covered yourself with his bedsheets.
Ran was so red! Rindou wanted to laugh but held it in.
"What the fuck Rin?! I'm going to beat your ass!"
He ignored his brother and looked at you. "So, quick question. You think having a bubble machine at one of my gigs is a good move or?"
..... Was he fucking serious? Your high was dying a bit-- Did you really almost fuck Ran? WTF?
You shook your head and leaned back on his headboard. "Uh.. What?"
Rindou rolled his eyes while Ran was just flabbergasted. Were you really answering Rindou's stupid questions.
"Bubbles? I was asked if I could DJ at some rave."
You let out a little "oh.." before you perked up. "A rave you say? What kind of bubbles? Because if I were you, I'd get some neon colored solution so it would look trippy under the black lights."
You two began to talk like Ran wasn't naked on the floor and you weren't naked in his bed.
(Rin) "Wanna go with me?"
You tilted your head. "Seriously?"
He nodded. "Yeah."
You liked to dance.. "When?"
He took out his phone. "In like an hour. You can be my dancer and be with me on stage if you want?"
"Oh hell yeah!" Both brothers blinked when you ran out to go get ready. You didn't bother to get dressed or anything! Just wrapped up in Ran's sheets and out the back door.
Rin was the first to break out of his perverted thoughts. Since Ran still had his pants around his ankles. He could use this opportunity..
Rindou stepped up to his big brother. Wearing his stupid smirk.. "Are you mad?"
Hell yeah he was! But Rindou didn't let him say shit.
"I bet you're mad.. But you know what? Do you remember a few summers back? We were bored out of our minds, then suddenly a big orange moving van pulled up?."
Ran was gritting his teeth. "What?-- orange van? The only time we've seen one was when Y/n moved in next door."
Rindou scoffed. " Looks like you haven't completely smoked out your brain. But remember when she stepped out of her parents car? What did I say?-- I called dibs.."
Ran stood up and pulled up his pants. "I don't know what you're talking about. And I don't care. Get over here so I can bash your face in."
Rindou stepped back and smiled. He was mocking Ran by shaking his finger in his face. "Ah ah.. If you hit my face she'll ask what happened. I'll tell her you did it. She won't talk to you for a good while."
He was right... You always gave him shit and told him to be nicer to Rindou. He protected his baby brother all the time. They were together all the fucking time. How was that being mean?!
Instead of the face Rindou got a good punch to the gut. It had so much force that it actually hurt a little to pee..
Eh, to Rindou-- it was all worth it.. Especially since he had you next to him all night.
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gatzilksis-2 · 5 months
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The Grand Return (3)
(this story includes fart kink and other adult elements)
chapter two here
Chapter Three: Cropdusters
Opening with Tony as the manager was pretty normal at first. I was lucky enough to work with both Vince and Tony, the man I'd befriended and the man whose infamous gas I had experienced only once. I learned that they had known each other a while. Vince had been a sophomore while Tony was a senior in high school. I hadn't grown up in this town, so I didn't know anyone here that well.
Things began to get going on our first smoke break. Vince didn't smoke but vaped, so he went out into the cold with Tony and I. We were all shivering, clouds forming from our breaths.
Tony took his long hair down and started fixing it, cigarette between his lips. When his hair was back up, he bent both knees with his mischievous brown eyes staring at me. PHWRRRT!
Vince chuckled, his glasses fogging up. "Damn. I'm surprised you couldn't see that in the air."
"Wasn't warm enough," Tony joked. The smell of his fart took over the area, though there was a breeze. It was like hot eggs in a dumpster in the summer, a fart to be proud of.
"Wow." I rubbed my nose. "Pam said you fart a lot."
"Who, me?" His grin spread wider, and he put his cigarette out. "Not at all."
"That's crazy talk," joked Vince.
We went back inside, and business started picking up. Even so, this was the day I learned both of my gassy coworkers were married to women. Of course they were.
Two mornings later, Vince and I got there first, Tony showing up late in his SUV. He was pulling his hair up as he hurried to the door. He unlocked it and held it open, his shirt only half-buttoned, showing his hairy chest though the weather was freezing. I held the second door for him, but Tony shook his head. "You go. Trust me."
I had a feeling I knew what he was up to. I walked ahead, following Vince to the front counter of The Chicken Spot. I looked back and noticed an excuse; the rug was out of place. I backtracked to fix it, bending down just as Tony was walking by.
My nostrils filled with his rank, silent fart, probably multiple of them pushed out as he'd walked. I stood up straight, eyes wide from my instant love of his incredible gas. At the counter, Tony noticed and smirked. "That's why I told you to go first."
"My god." I shook my head, pretending not to like it as I joined him. "They always smell that bad?"
"Yeah. I'm extremely lactose intolerant, and I don't do well with bread, either." Tony put a tan hand to his average stomach and walked away, leaving me excited for the future of his farts.
Later that morning, he brought up the subject on his own. It had been slow, and we were just chilling.
"Pam really said I fart a lot?" Tony asked, his sexy smile excitable and shining white.
"Yeah," I answered and laughed. "Did you always?"
"Oh, yeah." Tony nodded as Vince walked over to us. "Since I was a kid. I didn't know I had the digestive issues until I was an adult. I was the smelly kid. But I learned how to make them quiet so it wasn't as distracting. Now I use that skill to cropdust everyone here."
He couldn't have been prouder of himself.
Vince pushed his glasses up, chuckling. "Dude, we have to start the cropdust battles again!"
I loved the sound of that. "The what?"
"When we closed together, we'd both cropdust people until someone noticed," Tony explained. "We could totally do it on this shift, from ten to two when everyone is here."
"That's hilarious." I definitely wanted to be part of this.
So later, when there were employees everywhere, Tony and Vince were at their stations. Vince was bagging for drive thru, right beside my order-taking screen. Tony was way down the line on the fry station.
Vince's spot was in front of the drive thru sandwich station, and behind Tony's spot was the front counter and the front sandwich station. I watched both of them, wondering how much they were farting.
It wasn't long before I could smell the shitty, meaty smell of Vince's farts. When there was a break in business, I said, "Hey, I can smell you."
"Doesn't count. You know the game." Vince looked down at Tony. Tony smiled and made a cutting motion with two fingers: cutting farts.
My lunch break came soon, and someone came to relieve me. I patted Vince's back as I passed him, graciously taking a nice breath of his gas. The girl replacing me would surely smell it, and he would lose the game.
However, as I was passing the front sandwich station, the girl in that position said, "I think the oil needs changed or something. It stinks over here."
Tony and I locked eyes and started laughing. I clapped a hand over my mouth and ran into the lobby, and Tony retreated to the back to crack up.
When I got back to my position, I told Vince the news, pointing to the sandwich girl. "She smelled Tony, so you win."
"No, that means I lost," Vince explained. "The point of the game is to get someone to smell it."
"Well, damn. I mean, Tony seems like he could outfart most guys."
"Catch me on the right day." Vince took off his glasses and cleaned them with his shirt, showing a couple inches of tan skin covered by dark hair. He put the glasses back on, the sliver of belly disappearing. "Ask my wife."
"I believe you."
The next morning, Vince didn't work but a lady instead. Tony still opened, but he didn't act the same way with an older woman present.
The day after that, I had Tony and another guy, an older one. When we were set up and open but dead, Tony and I leaned on the front counter. BWRRRT! He farted right against the surface.
The older guy jumped and smiled. "Dang, buddy!"
Tony and I laughed, and I slid an inch away from him. His scent, always the same intensity and thickness, invaded my nostrils.
"I tell ya, I couldn't stop farting last night," Tony started, crossing his arms. "One after the other after the other. Kate went to sleep on the couch after a couple hours of it."
"What'd you eat?" I asked.
"I had a spicy sandwich from here and then alfredo pasta later." Tony rubbed his stomach above the shirt. "Lactose intolerance, and spicy chicken always gets me, too."
"Your wife isn't used to it by now?" I asked, figuring she should be, since they had a seven year old son together.
"She has her limits." Tony held his breath. There was no sound, but the smell doubled. I swear the air turned a degree warmer. "It was always hard to find girls that liked me. One date I went on, I couldn't stop farting all through the movie. I knew it stunk, but she didn't seem to notice. But then I never heard from her again."
"That's awesome." I laughed.
"Jesus!" The second wave of stink hit our older coworker, and he walked away to the back.
"I'm glad you talk about farts like I do." Tony patted me on the back. "You and Vince are my gas buddies."
Gas buddies. I liked the sound of that.
Next time...
Vince and Cal connect on a deeper level while Tony gets brutal.
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ilovewriting06 · 2 months
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Always Been His
A/N: This is part two of this fic and it was requested by @allisonargent144.
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Everyone was sitting around Derek's loft for pack night, a new tradition to build up everyone's connection and trust with the others of the pack. Originally, Chris and I weren't going to be a part of it but Allison started dating Scott and joined the pack so Chris and I decided to join too. The pack is mostly teenagers who got the bite for different reasons, except for Scott, Allison, and Stiles. Maybe, Lydia, but she hasn't officially joined the pack yet, but I have a feeling she will soon enough.
Scott was forced to take the bite, Allison joined for love, and Stiles, sweet baby Stiles did it out of loyalty. Out of everyone in the pack, other than Allison, Stiles has to be my favorite. I'm sarcastic by nature and Chris isn't so it's fun to be able to banter with someone. I feel like I've adopted him and Scott as my sons since they're at my house more than they are their own.
Scott and Allison are always, 'studying,' or watching movies and Stiles is dragged along because Scott doesn't have a car to drive. After realizing Stiles literally sat at our dining room table and did schoolwork or research while his two best friends did fun stuff I took pity on the boy and kept him company, that's how I figured out he's the brains of the pack.
I'm also trying to set him up with Lydia, his long term crush, and it's become my mission to get them together so Stiles is no longer the third wheel and actually has some happiness. He's also surprisingly good with children. After I gave birth to Aria, he was a huge help, he won't change diapers but that's about the only thing he won't do. Even Chris likes him and Scott, he just won't admit it.
In my opinion Scott and Allison are absolutely adorable. He adores her and treats her like a princess and Allison loves him more than most people would think possible at her age. In some ways they remind me of Chris and I when we were in high school.
The first time Chris met Scott as Allison's boyfriend it was a bit rocky and Scott looked like he was going to shit himself at any given moment, I have to hand it to him though, I was impressed at how well he handled it.
Chris pulled every page out of every book he's got and was impressed but also annoyed that Scott handled it all so well. Do you want a drink? Oh no sir, I don't drink. You want a smoke? No thank you, I never want to smoke, the smell makes me sick. Do you want to have sex with my daughter? Uh, I feel like that's a trick question, sir. I say yes, I'm dead, I say no and you'll think I don't want her or something. I'll just say that at the moment no, in the future, probably.
I almost jumped across the table to give him a hug but I was too busy gloating to Chris about how I was right and the boy really was a sweetheart. After Scott left and Allison had went to bed I asked Chris what he thought, he answered by saying, and I quote, "She could do worse." In Chris talk that means, 'I like him, he's a good kid'.
Similar to Stiles, Scott isn't afraid to help with Aria, in fact he adores her. I think him and Stiles both secretly wanted a younger sibling and when Aria was born they adopted her as their sister. I can't complain because between the armory in our garage, Scott's fangs and claws, and Stiles' bat, Aria is one safe little girl.
I hum and rock Aria to sleep as I watch the kids play a game of Monopoly, a little worried a fight's about to break loose because Isaac is convinced Stiles is cheating and Stiles keeps responding with, "Dude! If I was cheating I'd be in charge of the money because I could skim off of it without anyone noticing." Or, my personal favorite, "Oh my god, stop acting like a little bitch because you can't manage your money. There's a reason I have cool flannels and a jeep and you have ugly ass scarves and a bike. Suck it up and pay up, you're on Boardwalk and I own that shit, gimme."
I snort at the last one as Chris bites back a laugh and leans over, "I see why you like him, he's sassy. Do you want anything to drink?"
I nod, "Yeah, a water please." He nods and heads towards the kitchen as I smirk when I notice the small, yet noticeable look Lydia throws Stiles when the latter rips the money out of Isaac's hand with a, "Thank you! Now, go back to Baltic Avenue. Bastard. I swear those scarves stop your brain from functioning sometimes."
I look up in confusion when the door to the loft open's but before I can turn around a voice I wished I'd never hear again speaks, "Nephew, I didn't know you were having friend's over."
Derek roles his eyes from his spot on the couch, "Makes sense since you weren't invited."
I bite back a noise of amusement hoping he doesn't notice me but my luck sucks and he's standing in front of me before Chris can get back to me, "Well, hello Darling, it's good to see you."
I roll my eyes as Chris comes to stand by me, "Wish I could say the same."
He rolls his eyes before sneering at Chris and looking back at me, "I see you still associate with the enemy."
I scowl and tuck Aria closer to my chest feeling the need to protect her, "He's only the enemy because he got what you wanted, and I have to say, I am so glad I never wasted a second on you."
He growls and Chris steps a little closer and I notice Derek stand from the corner of my eye. I glance at Aria when she makes a discontented noise and I glare at Peter, "I swear, if you wake her up..." I leave the threat hang in the air which makes Peter growl louder, and that one does wake Aria, and boy does she wake up with a start.
I get off the couch as Aria starts screaming throwing one last glare at Peter before walking away so I have enough space to walk around. However, once again I'm cut off by Peter materializing out of fucking nowhere. I groan as Aria keeps crying, "Peter, leave me and my family alone. I have two kids, four if you count the two stragglers Allison brought home, and I'd really like for them to remain safe, and to be honest, I'm terrified you'll hurt one of them to get to me. So, please leave."
Aria seems to start crying louder and I can faintly hear Peter ranting and raving but I'm to busy trying to soothe my baby to pay attention but I do hear the word divorce, which makes me roll my eyes. I finally zone in when Derek roars at him, "Get out, Peter! You aren't welcome here when they're here. You have an unhealthy obsession with her and it has to stop! She's married, with kids!"
Chris comes to stand in front of me as Peter's eyes glow blue before he growls at Derek, "I can make them all disappear, and I'll do it too if it means I get her!"
I squeeze Aria even tighter to me as Chris pushes me back slightly but it's all for nothing when Derek swings and knocks Peter out with one punch. He stands above his mentally deranged uncle as his eyes remain red, "You guys should go. I don't know what I'm going to do with him but I don't want to take the chance that he'll wake up when you guys are still here."
I nod before grabbing Chris's hand, "Come on Chris. Let's get the kid's home. At that Allison jumps up followed by Scott and Stiles. I glance at them before sighing, "Boys, you should probably go home."
Stiles scoffs, "Hell no Mrs. A. He just threatened you and Aria, besides Scott will be able to sense him if he's close to the house."
I glance at Chris and he nods and I smile, "Okay, you two can come stay over but Scott, you don't go into Allison's room unless Stiles is with you or the door is open."
They all nod in agreement before following us out the door.
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It's well past midnight when Derek texts that Peter won't be an issue anymore and I'm not interested in what that means but I trust Derek enough to believe we've seen the last of Peter. I slowly get off the couch and tiptoe over the bodies on the floor that accumulated throughout the evening.
As I grab a glass of water I feel arms circle my waist as I look at the mass of teenagers sprawled across the living room floor. I lean into the solid chest behind me as I whisper, "I feel like we've adopted six extra kids, and I can't really be mad about it. They're all good kids, they all just have a few flaws, but hey, so do we."
Chris chuckles as he places a kiss on the top of my head, "Yeah, they're good kids. I can't believe I'm saying this but I feel safer with all of them around." I nod in agreement before excitedly whispering, "Did you see Stiles and Lydia?"
He shakes his head and buries his head in my neck, "You're ridiculous."
I roll my eyes continuing to smile, "But Chris, they're cuddling!"
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billyharringson · 2 months
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Not sure if you ship Jason (in case you don't, Sorry 🥹)
I'd love a sfw (fluffy?) Jason/Eddie with the prompt child friends that grow apart
I've been meaning to write more Munver for ages. However, I somehow missed the fluffy part of the ask and whilst there's some fluff near the end I think this is mostly angsty? It's really hard not to write Munver with angst though.
TW: religious trauma, homophobic slurs
Jason was drunk. Not overly but definitely enough that the careful facade he’d created as the top jock, good Christian boy was wearing thin. It usually didn’t matter, when he was at parties with his ‘friends’ drink normally just made him louder.  
However, this wasn’t a party with just his friends. It was an open-door high school party where anyone could walk in. Which is exactly what had happened.  
“Ugh, they’re really just letting anyone in here, aren’t they?” He said, his lips curling into a sneer. He expected Eddie to say something back, something over the top and ridiculous, like he always did. Somehow the simple, unimpressed eyebrow raise was much more devastating. 
Eddie turned on his heel and walked out of the party, leaving Jason standing there feeling like perhaps the biggest tool in the world. 
“What? You got nothing to say freak? That’s really all it took?” he shouted, feeling the weight of everyone’s eyes on him. He swallowed painfully as Eddie tossed him one last, curiously blank, look over his shoulder. 
This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. They were supposed to spar, supposed to toss insults at each other. Eddie was supposed to have that little half-smile that he always did when they interacted. He wasn’t supposed to be acting like this. 
Because this was scarily close to how he’d acted all those years ago. Back in middle school, when Jason had first turned on him. He could still remember Eddie’s innocent, child-like face when Jason had told him they weren’t friends anymore. He saw it in his dreams enough that it was seared into his memory. 
Eddie had looked hurt initially, which was fair. They had been best friends for years, and Jason’s betrayal had surely come out of left field. Eddie had never been one to mask his emotions, so Jason had seen, clear as day, when his pretty brown eyes had filled with tears. But then he’d shaken his head, his shorter, soft curls bouncing as he did so and when he’d opened his eyes again, they had been blank. 
And then he’d nodded, told Jason that if that was what he wanted it was fine. He’d walked away without looking back. 
Well, Jason wasn’t going to let him do it again. Ignoring the ever-present voice in the back of his head telling him that this was all his fault, he stormed out of the house and over to Eddie’s familiar van. Wrenching the back door open, he was hit with the sickly-sweet smell of weed, his nose wrinkling before he could stop himself. 
Eddie stared at him, taking another drag of his joint before resting his wrist on his bent knee again. 
“You’re really just gonna walk away?” Jason asked, desperation entering his voice as he climbed into the van and sat down opposite his childhood friend. 
“That’s what you wanted, right?” Eddie asked, blowing smoke in his direction. “Look Jace, I may have to put up with your bullshit at school, but this is my Saturday night. I'm not gonna stay around to get shit on if I don’t have to.” 
“I...” Jason clumped back against the wall of the van, staring down at the half empty beer bottle in his hand. “Sorry.” 
Eddie didn’t say anything for a long while, just took another drag, stubbing the joint out in an ashtray on the floor. “Whatever man, just get out of my van.” 
“No.” Jason replied instantly. “I want... I want to talk to you.” 
Eddie snorted and looked away, head thudding gently against the wall. “Why now? It’s been like 3 years dude.” 
“Because I...” 
“Look, if you’re about to give me some bullshit apology then save it. I don’t wanna hear it, especially from some drunk asshole.” Eddie waved towards the still open doors of the van, rolling onto his knees and reaching for Jason like he was going to physically push him out. 
“Wh-why didn’t you ever fight me?” Jason asked, pressing himself harder against the van wall. “When I told you we couldn’t be friends anymore. Why didn’t you ever try to keep me?” 
Eddie flopped back onto his ass, staring at Jason in bewilderment. “Why didn’t I keep you?” He repeated, his voice rising in incredulity near the end of the question. “Jason, do you not remember how you ended things? You didn’t say we couldn’t be friends anymore, you said...don’t you remember what you called me? What you accused me of?” 
Jason felt a chill go down his spine as the memory resurfaced. He must have blocked that bit out, remade their last friendly interaction into something softer to protect his own feelings from how awful he’d been. “I... I didn’t mean it.” He whispered. 
“Then why the fuck did you say it?” Eddie asked, which was a fair question but not one that Jason wanted to answer. “Why did you call me a fag? Why did you act like it was the worst thing in the world to like men? Why did you call me a fucking devil?” 
“Becau... I... they made me.” Jason stuttered, tears gathering behind his eyes. 
Eddie blinked at him. “What are you talking about?”  
“My parents found my diary. They saw... they saw what I wrote about you. They told me I had to stop being friends with you... because you were causing me to stumble... because if I wasn’t around you then I'd stop... being a fag.” 
Eddie knew about his parents, about the things they did to ‘discipline’ him. Jason could only assume that that was why, instead of kicking him out and refusing to ever speak to him again, Eddie pulled the van doors closed. “Jace, are you gay?” Eddie asked gently. 
Jason shook his head vigorously before he could stop himself. “N-no... I'm good, I'm a good person.” He said desperately, like if he spoke the words out loud it would make them true. 
“I’m gay Jace, do you think I'm a bad person because of that?” 
“No.” Jason couldn’t stop the tears flowing down his cheeks now. “And I don’t think you’re a bad person... even if everything I've been taught tells me otherwise.” 
“You’re also not a bad person Jason.” Eddie smiled at him. “You’re an asshole, but you’re not a bad person.” 
Jason pulled his knees up, pressing his forehead against them as he sobbed openly, his beer bottle still clutched in his hand. “Then why can’t I stop?” 
“Stop what?” Eddie had edged closer at some point, and was now using his fingertips to tilt Jason’s chin up.  
“Stop being in love with you.” Jason breathed, his words stuttering out of him as he waited for Eddie to react with disgust. 
Eddie pried the beer from him, placing it on the floor before cupping Jason’s face with both hands. “I think it’s because that doesn’t make you a bad person either.” He leant forward slowly, clearly giving Jason time to pull away if he needed to, but he couldn't.  
Instead Jason closed his eyes, accepting Eddie’s kiss with a sigh of relief. 
“I love you too, Jace. Even after all these years.” 
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runningfrom2am · 10 months
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the sea around us; chapter thirteen
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In which Rafe Cameron has to choose between his dad and a pogue who's changing his outlook on life more and more every day.
(rafe cameron x f!oc)
(eventual!jj maybank x f!oc)
warnings/tags: violence, drug/alcohol use, smoking, sexual content (if you squint), slowburn, older brother’s best friend, (these tags are obv not exhaustive but regardless it’s pretty PG13)
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~Rafe's POV~
"Rafe, bro, I am so god damn serious right now if that wasn't my sister I would've thrown one your way, man." Kegs says to me, lighting up a j as we stand in the parking lot of the theatre, leaning against my bike and watching the screen burn and smoke and ash fly into the sky.
"Yeah, I get that." I respond, holding my hand out for him to pass it to me.
"What's up with her now, anyways?" He asks, taking a hit before passing the joint over. I take a drag as well before answering.
"She's staying at John B's." I answer, blowing the smoke out of my lungs.
"I figured that much." Kegs chuckles. "I meant more what's happening between you guys."
"Oh, yeah, uh.." I take another hit and hand it back. "Not fully sure, man, to be honest." I lie, avoiding eye contact as I hand him his weed back. It's not completely a lie. I mean, I know in my gut that I want to be with her. She's all I've been able to think about for a while now, even before I offered her a ride home on the night of the storm, but Snowy had never looked twice at me before then, I just don't know what she wants. Or how she feels. I just know that it took everything in me to leave her standing behind the burning screen as she cried over what we did to her friends. Fuck- it makes me sick remembering how she watched me walk away, the way her long, red hair hung down in front of her, and her cute little shorts. I need to stop. I just need this high to kick in so I don't think about it anymore.
"Really? 'Cause that's not what that video of you guys making out at Kelce's made it seem like." Fuck.. Someone filmed that? I sigh, running my hand through my hair. "I don't think I need to mention what I'll do to you if you hurt her."
"Yeah, man, of course. I wouldn't do that." I mumble.
"Dude, I'm serious. You haven't had a serious girlfriend the whole time I've known you." Kegs laughs and I shrug.
"I've just never had a nice girl." I chuckle.
"Snowy is nice." Kegs says, nudging me. "Listen, I'm not trying to scare you. You know that. I just don't want her to be another chick you hit and quit. She deserves better." I know that. She deserves better than me at my best, honestly.
"I agree." I tell him. "I don't know what she's doing hanging out with those pogues anyways." I say, in attempt to change the subject.
"Yeah, I mean, she thinks they make her happy." He shrugs. "She doesn't get that in the long run, like, she won't want to live on the cut forever. She'll marry that JJ kid and stay at her three jobs until the day she dies, funding his drug addiction." I feel my teeth grinding just at the thought of that. She deserves everything. I want to give her everything. I'm being crazy- I hardly know her, yet.
"Listen, I better dip. I'll see you tomorrow?" I ask, grabbing my helmet and straddling my bike.
"Yeah, of course man." Kegs nods, handing me the j for one last hit before I leave. I take it, then pull my helmet down and start my bike. Snowy wouldn't want me to drive high. I find myself pushing those kind of thoughts out of my head more and more.
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I get home, and my dad has this great idea, more like demand, that I invite Snowy to Midsummers this weekend as my date, obviously to keep up appearances. I love that idea, I'd be lying if I said I hadn't thought about it, but I didn't want to put her out of her way, and I couldn't imagine she would want to come. Especially after she just hardly forgave me for what we didI don't have much of a choice now anyways.
I'm on my way home from the gym, and I see her old, beat up car parked outside the coffee shop she works at. Now is a better time than ever, I suppose. I park outside and sit on my bike for a minute after I take off my helmet, looking inside through the window. I don't see her, but I don't see anyone else either. It's perfect.
I take a deep breath before I get off, putting my helmet on the back and approaching the door. My hands already feel sweaty. Gross. I wipe them on my shorts and then look at my reflection in the glass, quickly making sure my hair looks okay before I open the door and walk in.
"Good morning, what can I get for you?" Snowy asks as she walks out from the back, customer service voice in full swing. She has her hair up in a ponytail that looks like it could fall out at any minute, and wearing these leggings that hug her curves perfectly. She is so pretty. She wipes her hands on her apron, since they're dripping wet. She was probably doing dishes- I feel guilty for interrupting.
"Iced Caramel Macchiato please." I say, trying to mimic her from when she ordered those for us the other day. She looks up, her face relaxing into a more genuine smile. It is so contagious.
"Oh, hey." She says, reaching down and clicking a few buttons on the register. "Just get back from the gym?"
I laugh slightly, gesturing down to my clothes. "How could you tell?"
"Just a guess." She shrugs, walking over to the espresso machine.
"So, uh, I needed to talk to you about something." I say, and she hums back in hesitant acknowledgment as I rub the back of my neck. I'm sweating like crazy- it's hot in here for it being before 8 am. "There's this thing this weekend, kind of a big deal apparently, and I was wondering if you would be okay with going with me?" I internally cringe at the way I said that. God- that probably made no sense.
"Midsummers?" She asks, pausing making the drink to look up at me. I'm getting butterflies in my stomach, just looking at her brown eyes.
"Yeah, that. My dad is getting some sort of award or something." I explain. "So? What do you think?"
"Uhm.." She pauses, clearly thinking. Great. I screwed this up with her already. Of course, I saw this coming- she should still be mad at me. "I would love to, I really would, but I don't think I'd be welcome there. Besides, I don't own anything even remotely appropriate to wear." She replies, with a nervous-sounding laugh.
"If you're my date, you'll be welcomed. Besides, my dad wants you there." I tell her, smiling despite how anxious I'm feeling.
"Ward? He specifically requested that I come?" Snowy raises her eyebrow at me, getting back to working.
"As a matter of fact he did- I can tell you don't believe me, but he loves Kegs, and he wanted me to bring someone to keep up appearances, since he's the guest of honour or whatever." I say, immediately hearing how bad that sounded. "Not like- fuck, that sounded bad. Not like I don't want you there." I laugh nervously. "I do want you there, and so does my dad. There. That's what I meant to say." This is humiliating. I'm waiting for her to laugh in my face- even though I know she would never do that. She's too kind.
"Okay.." She nods, placing my drink up on the counter in front of me. "I still don't have anything I could wear. I just don't want to embarrass you. I'm sorry. Maybe ask one of Sarah's friends? I'm sure they would be all over you." She jokes.
"That's the easiest problem to solve." I dismiss her comment. "I've got it. Here.." I say, pulling out my wallet and digging around for the bills I'm looking for.
"Oh my god, Rafe, no. I seriously can't let you give me any money. I can borrow something from Kie, maybe. I'll sort it out. I'd love to go." Snowy says quickly, shaking her head at me. She is so cute.
"Okay fine, then this for my drink." I say, placing eight hundred's on the counter. She just looks at me, as if to say 'come on, seriously?' and that makes me laugh.
"Your drink is free." She replies, crossing her arms. "On me."
"Oh, thank you. How sweet. Then that's a tip." I grin, pointing at the cash and she rolls her eyes.
"I'll pay you back, Rafe." She sighs, picking up the money and folding it before putting it in her pocket. "Thank you." Snowy says honestly, looking back up at me.
"Don't worry about it. I really want you to come." I say as I pick up my drink. "Can I pick you up from John B's at 3 and you can get ready with Sarah? That's a thing girls do, right?" I laugh, totally unsure. I've just seen that in movies.
"Yeah, totally." Snowy laughs, leaning her elbows on the counter. "I'm looking forward to it."
"Me too." I smile, taking a sip of my drink. "This is good, I need to come while you're working more often, Juliette." I tease her, reaching down and flick her name tag.
"Oh my god, ew. If you keep calling me that I'll get you banned!" Snowy laughs, swatting my hand away.
"I gotta run, but I'll talk to you later?" I suggest and she nods.
"Of course. Thanks again, Rafe." She says as I wave and start to head for the door.
"Oh, and one condition on me paying for your dress," I say, turning as I walk back toward the door. "Send me pictures of everything you try on." I wink, seeing her roll her eyes.
"Bye, Rafe." She giggles, waving me off. I don't know when I stopped feeling nervous, but I leave feeling much better than I did when I walked in.
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Adam x reader (fluff)
Warnings for: mention of substance use, casual misogyny, alcohol
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You sat on the sofa, taking a large gulp of your drink. You always looked forward to Adam's parties, he and Charlie had been your best friends for about a year, and it was nice to spend time with the two of them. In the past, Adam's parties had become something of a free for all. At first he was okay with it, not quite coherent enough to care about the holes being punched in his walls, the stench of pcp emanating from his bathroom, or the broken glass on his carpet. But as he'd started to get his shit together and grow up a bit, he was less fond of his apartment becoming a hive of crime and wanton desire. One of the perks of your friendship was that you were pretty good at defusing situations before they happened, and you didn't really care if people liked you or not, so you weren't afraid to be bad cop and kick people out on Adam's behalf if they got too out of hand.
Adam joined you on the sofa, a glass of bourbon in his hand. This night was like any other, you scanned the room keeping an eye out for trouble, while Adam rolled you a cigarette.
"I see you found my bourbon then," he said, nodding towards the drink you'd helped yourself to.
"Well you didn't expect me to spend the whole night drinking cheap beer did you?" You replied smugly.
Adam laughed and shook his head.
"You're an asshole you know that? This was expensive" he feigned annoyance with you
"Tastes expensive too" you teased, swirling your drink in your hand.
You sat in comfortable silence for a bit, letting the laid back beats of wu-tang punctuate the lack of dialogue, when something caught your attention.
"Dude," you called toward a shaggy haired party goer stood in the corner of the room, smoking on something that definitely wasn't weed or a cigarette.
"Take that shit to the alley, it fucking stinks"
"Hey whatever man," he mumbled before slinking out the apartment door.
"Thanks" Adam said, shooting you a wink.
Just then, Charlie's familiar frame entered the room and made it's way over to the two of you.
"Me and the others are gonna head over to the other side of town soon, apparently one of the frat houses is throwing a rager. You guys gonna come?" He inquired.
"Man I'm too tired for that shit" Adam groaned, throwing his head back.
"I can't think of anything worse. I'd just end up dodging a bunch of frat guys asking 'is it true what they say about girls with piercings' all night" you said.
"Suit yourselves," Charlie said, before turning to the rest of the crowd, "guys come on, I don't wanna miss this party".
Gradually, the guests trickled out of the small apartment, leaving just you and Adam.
"Shit, I better call an uber, there's no way I'm walking in the state that I'm in" you said, pulling out your phone
"Aw did someone over do it?" Adam poked fun at you.
"Behave. Hang on, what the fuck? It says I'm banned?" You exclaimed, looking at the uber app.
"Lemme see," Adam said taking your phone, "ohohoh shit, you HAVE been banned" he sneered.
"I don't even know how that could've happened, I haven't used uber in ages. I mean, apart from that time I let you..." your voice trailed off as you put two and two together, looking up to see Adam's face painted with a guilty smile.
"Adam did you spill your guts all over an uber booked in my name by any chance?" You asked, with a put on polite tone.
He just shrugged.
"You asshole!" You cried out, lifting up one of the couch cushions and hitting him with it.
"I'm sorry! Look dude, you can just stay here tonight. I'll help you get your account back in the morning" he said, offering an olive branch in hopes that you hadn't seen how hard he was trying not to laugh at the situation.
"Fine. And I think I'll take that refill you were about to offer me" you responded, smugly handing your empty glass to him.
"Whatever your highness wants" he joked before dissapearing to the kitchen.
The pair of you sat idly on the sofa, smoking and arguing over which song to play next for a little while, until the conversation turned to your personal lives.
"Where's whats-her-face tonight anyways?" You asked Adam, referring to his latest friend with benefits.
"Oh Stacey?" He took a sip "long gone. I'm done with that"
"Are you serious man? Her tits were like the size of my head, how in the fuck have you upgraded from that?" You laughed.
Adam found himself chuckling with you, before responding.
"Nah, I mean I'm done with hookups. For now, at least. Like, don't get me wrong she was really fucking hot, but I don't know, I always just felt miserable afterwards" he dipped his head down slightly, cringing at himself for letting himself get slightly too real.
"No fucking way, I never thought I'd hear you say that" you teased, feeling ever so slightly proud of him. "How's abstinence treating you then?"
"You should know, miss I don't do hookups" he said.
It was true, as a rule, you didn't do hookups. You used to, and definitely still could if you wanted to, but you just didn't see the appeal of being that intimate with a stranger anymore.
"Man it gets hard, but it'll be worth it in the long run. Not like the dating pool has me spoilt for choice though" you said, taking a drag from your cigarette.
"Preaching to the choir. Seems like people around here either want nothing but sex or they're talkin bout 'how many kids you want?' 'What are you plans for the future?' Like, hell if I know, I just wanna meet someone that makes me laugh" Adam complained, dipping his ashes.
"While it is pretty jarring to hear you complain about people only wanting sex, you put it perfectly man" you said.
"Feels kinda good to get that off my chest. Don't get me wrong or anything, like I love Charlie, but I could never talk about this shit with him" Adam rambled.
You had to admit, it was oddly reassuring hearing Adam letting his human side out. You loved the lairy attitudes of you two best friends, but it got somewhat lonely being the only girl in the trio sometimes, you didn't often get the chance to talk about real shit. You found yourself feeling slightly sorry for Adam, it seemed like he'd been wanting to be more honest about his feelings for quite some time, but never felt brave enough to do so. Following this train of thought, you found yourself saying something you wouldn't normally say.
"At the risk of sounding corny as fuck, when was the last time someone gave you a hug?"
Adam puffed out his cheeks and exhaled before answering
"Too long ago, man"
"Well bring it in, dude" you said, leaning over to him with open arms.
The two of you hugged, giggling, and both slightly embarrassed, but enjoying it nonetheless. It seemed as though the pair of you had been needing this.
When the hug ended, Adam's arm remained over your shoulder, and you remained leaning on him comfortably. It should have felt weird, being so touchy feely with your bro like this, and in a way it did feel a bit weird, but at the same time it was comfortable and you didn't ever want it to stop.
"Look at you, getting all soft on me are we?" Adam teased.
"Watch yourself" you warned playfully
"Or what?" He grinned
"Or this" you said, swiftly tickling his ribs.
Through laughs, Adam somehow managed to snake his arms around your waist and hold you in place, unable to tickle him any longer. The laughter died down and the two of you found yourselves staring at eachother, both smiling shyly.
"You always make me laugh, y/n" he said, his voice low and gentle - it wasn't the lighthearted casual way he normally spoke.
"Same with you" You replied, hearing the softness on your own voice.
Ever so slowly, as though you were afraid to startle one another, your faces edged closer and closer together, until finally, your lips met. The kiss was gentle, tame and full of affection. It should have felt unexpected, unnatural, but for some reason it just felt inevitable, as though it had been a long time coming.
You both pulled away, blushing and smiling timidly
"Wow. How long you been holding that back?" You asked, your voice barely a whisper.
Matching your volume, Adam responded "longer than I think either of us are willing to admit"
Your smile grew in size, which seemed to reassure Adam, who'd felt a little worried that he'd overestimated your feelings for him.
"So.. we make eachother laugh. I think that meets both our standards," you said, earning a small chuckle from Adam.
"Should we stop putting off the inevitable and just.. you know.. give it a go?" Adam said, feeling a bit more confident now.
"What, me and you?" You asked, wanting to hear him say it.
"Yeah, me and you" he smiled
"I'd like that" you said, before kissing him gently.
You snuggled up to him on the sofa, and when the moment passed, the two of you resumed playfully making fun of eachother for being so sickly and cutesy. There was no use denying it any longer, you really were perfect for eachother.
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stranger things ● can't fight this feeling pt 7 ● s. harrington
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warning
the smallest hint of bisexual Tommy and his unrequited crush on Steve causing him to be an asshole, rumors / bullying / other high school pettiness + an ex boyfriend from reader's old school that's an asshole popping up here and there, mentions of alcohol/smoking/weed -at some point this is a high school romance thing so there will be no parents parties/ underage drinking, etc.., the stress and tension of senior year, strong hints of virgin!reader who dresses a little provocatively, absentee parents, loooots of affection / kissing + body fluids in the form of saliva, eventual filth -we're getting there.
<- reader / you are female with female parts + a certain look (example) and personality (rich, kind of sweet/innocent, outspoken, very flirtatious with Steve, etc). this is self indulgent and therefore, more personalized to the things writer wanted to have in the fic. DLDR.
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1528 exactly. for any missing context, part 6 <- is there.
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Steve shoves Tommy. Tommy shoves him back and laughs. "It's just a question, Harrington, relax."
"Yeah, not happening." Steve shakes his head and his eyes harden as he looks at Tommy. The boy who used to be his best friend. All he sees now is a bitter asshole and it's bad, it really is because he sees the way he was not even a year ago. "Leave her alone, alright? She's my girl, Hagan. Mine."
Tommy laughs. "Yeah, well. You really can pick 'em."
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Billy’s glaring a hole through Steve as he spots you both make your way into the crowded hallway. Nicole nudges him and laughs. “He’s gotta be with her because she’s easy. I mean, that has to be it.”
“Did anybody ask you to talk, Nicole?” Billy gives her a calm warning glare. “You don’t even know her.”
“I know she looks easy. And she’s a bimbo. Total bimbo. Somebody asked her what the opposite to a dominant trait was in class the other  day.. Do you know what her answer was, Billy?”
Billy rolls his eyes and Nicole smirks. “Submissive. It’s recessive, even I know that.”
“Aw, somebody’s just jealous her spot as Hawkins resident airhead is under attack.” Carol speaks up, laughing when Nicole pouts and flips her off. Carol rolls her eyes at the way you and Steve are in your own little world, his hands all over you in the middle of the hallway with no shame or care as to who might see. “She’s just gonna be another Nancy and I feel so bad for him, I really do.”
“But you’re gonna leave ‘em alone.” Tommy speaks up. “Let ‘em self-destruct because sooner or later, Harrington is gonna cling to her a little too much and she’ll be done. Dude is pathetic like that.” 
Deep down, Tommy knows the actual reason he’s even bothered by Steve finding a new girlfriend but he’s not in a position to say it. So he keeps it buried deep down. Because nobody can ever find out his little secret. Why he misses his former best friend so much that it honestly hurts sometimes and has made him even angrier and much harder to be around as of late.
“You’re not wrong. He’s  always been so needy.”
Nancy, who happens to be standing nearby, waiting on Jonathan at his locker, she’s heard enough. She’s sick and tired of hearing it, honestly. She clears her throat.
“You’re the one who broke him badly enough he had to resort to sluts.” Carol snaps at Nancy and Nancy rolls her eyes. “You’re such a bitch. You know that, right? If he’s really your friend, you’d be happy for him. Not demanding he give up someone who makes him happy because she doesn’t fit your uptight little aesthetic.”
“You’re really calling me uptight?”
“If the shoe fits, Carol.”
“He was our friend first. Not your boyfriend. You barely bothered to get to know him.”
Nancy throws up her hands,exasperated. “All I’m saying is if any of you try to mess this up for him, I’m going to make your life a living hell. I don’t know how, but I’ll find a way. He deserves something good, alright? He needs this.”
“How do you know? And why do you care, more importantly?” “Because unlike any of you, I do care about him. I just couldn’t love him the way he wanted me to. She seems to. He deserves that.”
“Are you done lecturing us yet, you mousy little priss?”
Billy’s tuned out the argument as it’s happening. Instead, he’s glaring at Steve angrily. Wondering what the hell Steve Harrington has that he doesn’t. Angry with himself because he wants you so bad he can taste it. Bitter because you couldn’t make it any more clearer that you couldn’t want him less if you tried.
“Sooner or later, they’ll break up. I’ll go for it.” Billy decides, smirking to himself.
" Nailed her yet, Harrington?"
Tommy's question has Steve stepping up into him and going for the front of Tommy's shirt. "What did you say about her, Hagan?"
Tommy chuckles, flashing a smirk. "You heard me."
Steve shoves Tommy. Tommy shoves him back and laughs. "It's just a question, Harrington, relax."
"Yeah, not happening." Steve shakes his head and his eyes harden as he looks at Tommy. The boy who used to be his best friend. All he sees now is a bitter asshole and it's bad, it really is because he sees the way he was not even a year ago. "Leave her alone, alright? She's my girl, Hagan. Mine."
Tommy laughs. "Yeah, well. You really can pick 'em."
The coach blows his whistle and the two step away from each other, Steve is glaring at Tommy and Tommy laughs, "Pathetic, Harrington. You're pathetic."
Steve gives Tommy a little shove. "The only pathetic person I see right now is you."
By lunch, everyone is talking. Everyone has an opinion, like always. You're a little worried that being forced to hear everyone's opinion will make Steve change his mind. You're a little nervous as you make your way out into the hall. 
Because it wouldn’t be the first time that every dumb thing anyone had to say about you got to a boy you’re interested in. Or people you wanted to be friends with. You’re just hoping to hell it doesn’t happen as fast as you’re afraid it will.
As you step into the hallway, strong arms circle your waist and you’re laughing the second you’re hauled up over Steve’s shoulder. “Hey! You’re gonna get in trouble, Steve.”
“Honestly, I don’t care.” Steve places you back on your own feet and you lean in against him. Breathing in the scent of his cologne. You feel the tension in your body melt away and you melt into him, gazing up. Biting your lip. Quiet and contemplative because there aren’t any words to describe what you’re feeling.
“I heard you get sent out into the hallway earlier, princess.” Steve’s gazing at you and he chuckles. “The walls in these classrooms are paper thin.”
You shrug. “Carol started it. What surprised me was that Nancy got involved?”
“What surprises me even more is Nancy Wheeler is taking Home Ec. She always used to say it was a waste of time.”
You shrug. “She’s not too bad, I guess. I’ve gotta work with her to establish a family budget and meal plan.”
Steve chuckles. “You do, huh?”
“Mhm. Told her to leave it to me, she could do the actual presentation of it.”
Steve pulls you into his side and drops a lazy kiss against the top of your head. The sugary scent of your favorite perfume fills his nose and he can just feel himself relaxing.
“Why’d you get sent out?”
“Well, when Carol told me you were only trying to find a rebound, I told her she was jealous she wasn’t it.. Among other things.”
Steve swears under his breath. “I’m sick of her shit.”
“It’s okay, Steve.. It’s.. Not really a big deal? I mean,” you point to your outfit of the day and laugh softly, “I don’t blame people for their own stupidity but I’m also not gonna change myself either. You learn to get a thicker skin, baby.”
“You shouldn’t have to though. She should learn t’ keep her mouth shut. Tommy too, for that matter.” Steve chuckles but you gaze at him in concern. “What’d he say?”
“Just that I’m clingy, pathetic and sooner or later, you’re going to get tired of it.” Steve shrugs as if it’s nothing and it doesn’t bother him but honestly, he’s been worried about that all morning. You’re glaring in Tommy and Billy’s direction. Billy licks his lips at you and you grimace even further into Steve’s side. “He’s so fucking disgusting, ugh.”
Steve locks eyes with Billy and Billy gives him a rude glare. Steve slips an arm around your body as the two of you walk past them in the hallway. But Tommy calls out his name.
“Steve..” you warn.
Steve looks back. “What, asshole? What now?”
Tommy shrugs and then laughs and Steve flips him off. “Keep it up, Hagan.”
“Steve, c’mon. Neither of them are even worth the energy. And I’m starvingggg.” you melt into him and throw your arms around his neck. “I want food.”
Steve chuckles. Focusing his attention back to you. “You are, huh?”
“Mhm.”
“Let’s go. You’re right, princess. They’re not worth the energy.”
As the two of you walk away, Billy speaks up, nodding to Steve’s retreating back. “He’ll fuck it up. Then she’s mine, man.”
“Oh you think so, Hargrove?” Tommy chuckles, dragging a hand through his hair.
“I know so, Hagan. I have a plan. All I need is patience. Then when the time is right.. I swoop in and save the day. But this year is endin with her on my arm.”
“But why though? You know what Landon said about her. Do you really wanna go from girls throwing their panties at you to dating one exclusively that doesn’t put out? What’s the point?”
Billy grabs Tommy’s collar. “I want what I want. Why I want it is none of your business. We clear, Hagan?”
Tommy glares at Billy and shoves him back. “Crystal, asshole. We’re crystal clear. So uh.. What’s this plan?”
“Just wait and let Steve’s doubts and shit get the best of him. It’ll happen, guy is that weak.”
“And then?” Tommy asks, a brow raised.
“Then I move in.. start playing her shoulder to cry on.. That sensitive nice guy bullshit. It’s worked before, Hagan.” Billy shrugs and laughs. “C’mon.”
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pancake-breakfast · 8 months
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It's too hot tonight. Please send ice cream.
At least I'm guaranteed more cool Livio and Wolfwood panels. For now.
Stream-of-consciousness thoughts for TriMax Vol. 9, Chapters 3-4 below.
Chapter 3: LR
Aww, Miss Melanie is doing what she can for the kids despite the situation.
They know the situation is bad, though. Kids are smarter than we give them credit for.
I'd bet Miss Melanie is faster than people would guess. And I'd bet the kids know it, even if they forget from time to time, because they've been on the receiving end of it.
Wolfwood sure left an impression on the orphanage if they're still asking for him all these years later.
I'm just... gonna savor this panel.
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Also, I can't help but wonder with the way the text is placed. Like... it's Miss Melanie speaking, but with Wolfwood in the foreground looking wistful and in a precarious situation, I find myself wondering if he's thinking something similar, but about Vash.
I'm honestly a bit surprised Livio's giving Wolfwood the smoke break. Surprised, but glad, since Wolfwood's taking full advantage of it. He's in no rush to try and take down Livio. There's nothing he's going to savor in this fight.
Livio backstory!!! I like the part where he apparently sees Wolfwood as trustworthy enough for it. Or... possibly dead enough for it.
This is no place for a tired, lost, and frightened child.
Razloooooooooo
Gods, my boy needs a hamburger or something. He's way too skinny here.
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It would be somewhat upsetting to continually find letters in your own pocket with no concept of where they came from.
Heh, someone means business.
Iiiits Razlo. Hi, there, buddy... The R to Livio's L. Bold move when the Japanese language doesn't distinguish the two.
"I've been silenced." That sounds... involuntary.
Looks like the smoke break's over.
Livio's smiling, but we don't get to see his full expression. Just the skull mask.
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Livio with them high kicks. Even Wolfwood looks impressed.
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Ugh, no killing Livio, Wolfwood! Not allowed!
Chapter 4: At the Verge of Death
Oof, that was a good, clean shot, looks like.
The mercs aren't happy. They're just now realizing their place in the order of things here.
Dude, headshot like that?? Wolfwood...
Ok, this is interesting, 'cause it implies he expects Livio to get back up despite getting shot in the head.
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Chapel's too happy about this, the sick fuck.
Stampede Spoilers: It's interesting that they kinda gave this emotional beat to Legato in Stampede. Like, they seem to be writing out Chapel anyway, what with wrapping Eye of Michael more tightly under Knives/Conrad, and Legato's the obvious choice for someone who would get a kick out of the sadism of it all. Plus, of course, it allows that nice parallel language that he uses about not understanding the value of a love between brothers in Stampede. (I'm still not over that line. It's just *chef's kiss*. I hope anime-onlys get a chance to appreciate it after season 2. I hope it makes them twitch as much as it makes me twitch.)
Ah, here are the Eye of Michael guys. These are separate from the mercs. I get it. Not sure they'll stand much of a chance if Livio's down for the count.
Uhhh... maybe we need to forget what I just said about Livio being "down for the count."
You know, Bungo Stray Dogs has an interesting episode about what happens when you continually return individuals from the verge of death like that....
Oof, Wolfwood....
Ugh, this does not look good.
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Did Livio just try to kabedon Wolfwood with his foot??
Livio's having thoughts. Common, buddy. You can figure this out.
How to Take Your Medicine Like a Badass: A Guide by Nicholas D. Wolfwood
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Speaking of, he's gonna run out of it fast at this rate. Somehow I doubt Eye of Michael's gonna be open-handed with giving him more.
A:LKAJD:LAKJD:LAJDL:FH: I have too many feels about this panel. The genuine fear in Wolfwood's face as he embraces Livio to pull a move he's not sure is the right one out of pure desperation. Someone save them.
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FRACK! That's all the time I have for this tonight. That's... fine. That's ok. No need to rush. No need to rush....
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Trigun Vol. 1: Covers + 1-3, 4, 5-6, 7-8, 9-10 || Vol. 2: Covers + Extras, 1, 2-4, 5-6, 7-8
TriMax Vol. 1: Covers + 1-2, 3-4, 5-6 || Vol. 2: Covers + 1, 2-4, 5, 6-7 || Vol. 3: Covers + 1-3, 4-5, 6-7 || Vol. 4: Covers + 1-2, 3-5, 6-7 || Vol. 5: Covers + 1-2, 3-4, 5-6 || Vol. 6: Covers + 1-2, 3-4, 5-6 || Vol. 7: Covers + 1-2, 3-4, 5-6 || Vol. 8: Covers + 1-2, 3-4, 5 + Bonus || Vol. 9: Covers + 1-2
Extra Credit: Trigun Vol. 1: Nebraska vs. Vash's Motivations, Vash's Loneliness, Vash's Depression (pt 2 of post), Soupy Brains || Vol. 2: Coin Factoids || TriMax Vol. 1: Lina, Vash, and a Haircut || Meryl, Vash, and the Pursuit of Happiness || Vol. 5: Knives, Vash, and Hatred for Humanity || Vol. 6: Coping Series: Wolfwood, Meryl, Vash || Vol. 8: The Uncoordinated Counterattack
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newobsessioneveryweek · 7 months
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Heeeey
so I have never written a complete fanfiction for TOA
And I have some ideas for angst but one persistent thought keeps demanding to written first
This thought comes courtesy of my dear sister and my many stoner friends. (Like seriously, I am friends with a staggering amount of stoners).
You see where this is going, don't you?
Anyway, since I don't smoke the green stuff myself, I asked my sister to give me her best rundown of how it feels to be high and what the experience is like- especially how it feels to get high by accident.
Again, you see where this is going?
I'm writing this because I have 2 ideas for how I want this fic to go. I would like you guys to help me choose. Here's a brief summary of both. There's a poll at the end of this post. Feel free to share your thoughts as well if you feel like it☀️
Both of these are going to be built on the same premise: Travis comes back from college and brings along with him a pack of edibles. Here where I live smoking weed is legal and I'm not exactly sure what the situation is like in the US but I'm gonna assume that college students are not strangers to Mary Jane. Also, this is my fic and I can do what I want.
Anyhow, Travis brings back weed (in gummy form), probably hoping to share, probably not, but long story short it winds up in a packed bag lunch, the person having packed said lunch thinking it was an ordinary bag of gummy bears.
This lunch was packed for none other than Will, who has been working so diligently at the infirmary that he won't even take the time off to go have lunch with the rest of camp.
So on this particular day Apollo visits camp and decides to help Will at the infirmary. When lunch time rolls around and Will sits down for a small break to eat he sees the gummies. In this fic Will isn't a sweet tooth and tells Apollo "I don't really like candy, do you want these?" and Apollo goes "only a mad person turns down gummy bears" and gratefully takes them.
And this is where the plots diverge.
Option 1:
Will assures Apollo that he can handle the rest of the work and dismisses him, telling him to go have fun with the rest of his kids. He leaves, munching on the gummies as he makes his way to the dining pavilion. Enter Travis and Connor (who Travis enlisted to help him find his missing weed).
They intercept Apollo on his way to the pavilion, asking where on earth he got those gummies. He tells them Will gave them to him. The brothers stare at each other in horror then ask him how much he ate of it. Apollo doesn't answer immediately. He just asks "why?" nervously, holding the packet close to his chest as if they were going to snatch it. They do, and then realise that there is only. One. Gummy. Left. Of a pack of 10. Oh dear.
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2 gummies MAX! This dude at FOUR TIMES THAT +1
Anyway, here's a little dialogue:
Travis: Apollo, where did you get that?
Apollo, still chewing his 9th gummy bear: from Will. Why, did you want some?
Travis, eye twitching, ignoring the question: Where did *Will* get it from?
Apollo: uhm, I think Nico?
Apollo, getting fidgety now: were these yours? Sorry, I didn't know, I wouldn't have eaten them if I'd known.
Connor: Them?
Travis and Connor share a look of horror
Travis: how much of that did you eat?
Apollo, visibly nervous: ...why?
Connor, grabbing the package and looking inside: ...oh no... There's only one left.
Travis: ...shit
Apollo, sweating, looking between them with a mix of horror and annoyance: I'm guessing this is bad.
Option 2, a lil more angsty ngl:
The second option, as I said, stems from the same beginning: Will gives his dad the sweets and excuses him from helping out at the infirmary. But this time Travis, Connor, and Will find Apollo when he's already high as a kite, laying on his back among the strawberries, claiming he can taste sounds or something like that.
Travis has been looking high and low for the goods ever since he lost them and has been trying to inconspicuously ask other campers if they've seen it without revealing what they actually are or why he wants them back so badly if it's just a pack of gummy bears. About an hour or two after lunch Will gets off work and the Stoll brothers ask him if he's seen a totally innocuous bag of gummy bears recently and he says yes, he just gave a bag of gummies to Apollo about 2 hours ago.
He asks what brand they were, he says he doesn't know but describes the packaging. Travis confirms that this is indeed the bag he's looking for and that if Apollo ate them then that's very bad. Will is curious and asks about it and Travis reluctantly admits the nature of these particular candies.
So they look for Apollo, enlisting the help of the other (mostly age appropriate) cabin 7 kids, and eventually find him in the aforementioned position, lying in the strawberry fields muttering nonsense to himself and giggling at his own jokes.
Travis insists they take him to the infirmary. Will doesn't question it and they try to lead Apollo to the camp without giving away his current state. This goes terribly. The minute he stands up he staggers, doubles over and throws up. And it just gets worse from there.
Here's a little dialogue:
Travis, effectively deducing just how much Apollo has eaten: oh gods, he has greenies.
Will, horrified by what he's seeing: "greenies"? What the hell are "greenies"?
Connor: *is*
Travis, gesturing at Apollo who is miserably dry heaving: *this* is greenies.
Will, patting Apollo's back like a good son: I'm still confused.
Travis: greenies is a state of being so high out of your fucking mind that you can't function.
Will, obviously distressed: how long does it last?
Travis: typically a few hours. For Apollo it should be less since, you know, he's a god. He'll be fine though, after a while. Just try to get him to sleep it off.
(I should clarify that greenies can make you hyper paranoid and anxious so in either scenario Apollo's gonna have a bad time. But it'll be funny too. Gotta have fun with this prompt, especially since I have first hand experience with taking care of my friend who gets absolutely ridiculously silly when she smokes outdoor XD it's gonna be vibes on top of the agony)
So yeah, those are my little thoughts.
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If all of this is at Kurt and Courtney's house. I can see Kurt not wanting to get out of the bedroom at first...
(I smoked and my idea escalated... I have no clue what this is. I was the anon who talked about wanting fanfic about it all at first so shoutout to @that1bvbfan for the BBQ idea and everyone else sending in ideas. I don't write fanfiction and I do not want anyone to expect anything in the following. I tried to incorporate a lot of what all of you said including some breaking bad references. English is not my first language, it's like 2am and juat smoked be kind to me)
After a while Mike wonders about Kurt's absence. He asks Courtney about it. Drink in hand Courtney dissappears for a while and returns with her husband. Whatever happened behind the closed bedroom door remains a mystery to their guests. However they were content with keeping it that way; especially with both Kurt and Courtney seemingly in high spirits.
The couple quickly makes themselves comfortable on their patio furniture. While the two loved hosting, neither Kurt nor Courtney were known for their cooking skills. With some even fearing for their lives whenever Courtney entered a kitchen*; it usually was up to the other group members to provide food. Not that this was a big issue though. Especially Jonny loved to cook at any given event. His journey into the culinary world started with beverages. Last summer him and Mike build a little brewery in their garage; leading to a newfound passion in the younger Greenwood brother. Much to Mike's dismay, Jonny did not end up brewing any beer. Rather than anything alcoholic at all, he started brewing his own gingerale called Grünwaldbräu.
Even at this very BBQ Jonny stands by the grill flipping patties and sipping his own ice cold Grünwaldbräu. As Jonny takes another sip, he can't help but wonder how he ended up in a place like this. His new group of friends being made up of the most enticing group of junkies anyone could ever imagine. Mike and Courtney were always jokingly referring to each other as sisters, even long before he ever came into the picture. Courtney was even in Mike's band for a short while. Being friends with Courtney must leads to intresting people in your life. The proof of it was right in front of him on a patio. Just when Jonny got lost in the smoke coming from the patties his thoughts got ripped out of his mind when he heard a familiar laughter. It was Layne's.
Layne came into Jonny's life about 9 months ago the same way a lot of weird things in his life did. His older brother Colin. It's just that usually these things didn't have blonde dreadlocks and a goatee. Colin met Layne at a show and the two talked on the phone every night for the next few weeks. "I fell in love with every beautiful and grotesque word", that's what Colin likes to say. Jonny had to chuckle when he flipped a patty as the blonde singer asked "who the fuck orders a pizza to a BBQ? No for real there is like a pizza delivery dude at the front door. Dude looks like a rat. That's some Ninja Turtle stuff right there!" Ahh yes... The most beautiful words "pizza delivery dude at the front door".
Slowly someone raised their hand. With a sheepish grin Kurt explained...
"Didn't know if I'd ever come down you know?"
"Well except for the pizza!", Layne laughs. As the two were high-fiving Jonny couldn't help but notice how close the two blue eyed men were...
"Hey Mike... how do Kurt and Layne know each other again..?"
*(during the recording of in utero Courtney visited Kurt in the studio. She wanted to cook a roast. The band unplugged the oven ans acted as if it was broken
hoooooly crap
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senorablack · 9 months
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yall when i say it's a fuckin struggle every damn time.
CW depression, suicide, drug/alcohol abuse, poverty, sexualized violence, fallacy of the american dream, first generation college student bullshit
Going to go way back because I want to and this feeling/story deserves some context.
I was a pretty shitty student in high school. I was constantly in school suspension, high/drunk, I stole shit out of peoples lockers. So I ended up in a continuation school or alternative ed. I swear to god if it wasn't for that school i wouldn't have done half the shit i did today.
Like the classroom size was about 15-20 students to 1 teacher??? and like, there was actually school resources for each student? like books were okay to take home, because they had enough for everyone. unlike my prev regular hs where books were only kept at school because they didn't have enough copies to give to everyone. and at this cont ed my teachers actually gave a fuck and they were all generous and invested and extremely encouraging in all our varying identities and expressions. there was cool shit they called "quests" where i was introduced to shit like the opera and hiking. i was a science camp counselor 3 years in a row because i fell in love with it. and decided oh yeah, that's exactly what i wanted to do. something with the environment and people.
so like from then on my teachers were like super encouraging and supportive (like bro, two of them drove up 6 hours to see me walk for undergrad), and were like yo, here is college that we think you would like (the camp director actually was a prev graduate) and i was obsessed. i ended up going to this program that allowed me to take college classes at my local cc while i was still in high school. dude, i ended up graduating early and with a few college units already under my belt.
my whole goal for the next two years was to get transferred to my school. and home girl did it. never thought i would have gotten that far. my parents didn't. i was the first person in my immediate family to go to college. and that meant something huge for me. anyway, somewhere along the lower division work i got more excited about anthropology. and transferred out and declared anthropology major with a minor in environmental planning. the first two semesters were rough. i was like barely holding on with c's. i made the realization in that first year that i was overwhelmed with school. like already burned out and got caught up in the university social life. of course i did what a lot of us do-- binge drink and missed morning classes and smoked a shit ton of weed (my college was pretty notorious for this).
i was just always sad from missing my family, hometown and in culture shock. because here i was, a brown person, in a white ass town. where the only places i could find ingredients to make my peoples food were on four shelfs in a designated ethnic aisle in my corner market or a couple of cites away at the specialty store. like you don't know the amount of micro-agressions i'd experienced during my time there.
and then of course i was sad because i was messing up school. and i got on academic probation. the next year i brought up my grades. one semester i started attending group therapy of survivors of sexual abuse and got involved with some campus events/programs that advocated for survivors and the ending of rape culture. this brought up a lot for me. and i fell into a deep depression. started prozac and i swear that was the reason that i almost committed (plus my nightmares and terrors have always been bad but they were never as bad as during that period). all this resulted in getting expelled.
i ended up finding really good friends there, one of which paid for my rent for 4 months before i got my shit together. i took a job at mcdonalds a city away, that i had to take a bus which ran at unreliable hours. and i made it work. took me half of the year to talk to a counselor at my school to see what i could do to get back to school. so i spent a semester at the local cc to earn qualifying gpa to get reinstated at my university. and was. from then on it was still hard as shit, but i was doing it.
but then i was realizing that the friends i made there were leaving/graduating (who were truly my anchors one of which passed away in 2022), my uncle, grandpa (my abuser), and aunt died withinn a few years of each other, and my job was stressful. school was A LOT. but the semester before i walked the stage i was on the fucking honor roll. like?????? and i had 2 core classes and 1 elective that i needed to finish my degree. so my family came up, my teachers came up. and my best friends came up. and like i walked and it was a good day. and then all i had to do was finish up the fall semester 2 core, 1 elective. but money was tight and my depression had me drinking and smoking more often. and i dont know, i fucked it up. failed that entire fucking semester.
and when i was out of money (because i quit mcdonalds to focus on school and was cruising on student loans), i had no choice but to go back home. i couldn't afford to go back to that cc and redo the whole reinstatement thing again. and i was tired. of school and my own bullshit and being fucking sad. so in 2015 i was back home.
honestly the lowest period in my life. never felt more like a piece of shit. and i felt a lot of shame for a long time. and i still feel it sometimes. when i go job hunting. because i have to put down things like "some college" "highest education: general education" "120 units"
took me a year to find a job. worked as a sbutt barista for 4 years before i said ima go into healthcare because i needed something different and stable. so i went to a vocational school for another thousands of dollars and earned a certificate to be a pharm tech.
though im very content with what im doing now. and proud of how far i've come. far and vastly different from what it might have been if i stayed in that regular high school, stayed in my hometown, did something like customer service or warehouse work like the rest of my family... i still feel that shame. i still have nightmares about missing assignments and being told that i cant come back and being late for classes.
and when i was applying for the job i just got, i had to put another unexplained and confusing answer to education history. and their HR just reached out to me today saying the couldn't confirm my background check for that school or even my community college. so i had to get transcripts from both. and i looked them over. and it made me feel terrible. terrible that i was so close but fucked it up.
made me feel like ....not smart enough or good enough. made me feel like a south side statistic (which is a loaded statement because of my internalized prejudice/hatred).
but theses are feelings and ideas and trappings i've lived in cycle for about 5-6 years now and i intend to let myself out of that cycle. i've reduced my drinking, rid my self of relationships that weren't healthy for me, up to date on my physical health, seeing a therapist, in group therapy, and taking medication for depression and anxiety.
so ima have a little cry. tell myself what i always do--
that was something that happened. it was sad that that happened. but i cannot change that it happened. i can only choose to continue to cultivate ways that will enrich my life. i am doing my best. i will continue to do my best.
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ellieknows · 1 month
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High Cheng - Xu Minghao x Reader StonerAU (On-Going) Chapter Two
What happens when you get dragged to your best friends boyfriends party and end up getting high with a hot stranger, whom you got along with very well, only to realise the next day, you never got his name?
PLEASE READ AUTHORS NOTE AT THE END
Feedback/Constructive Criticism/Concerns can be given VIA comments, email ([email protected]), or private messages.
Read Chapter One: All Big Parties Suck
CHAPTER TWO: A Smoking (hot) Stranger
MASTERLIST
DISCLAIMER: Drug Usage, Mentions of SA, College Party, Smoking
"Do you wanna, uh join me? On my balcony I mean."
I stay silent.
"I'm just saying cause, I get what you mean by finding my balcony relaxing. Its the sole reason I chose this to be my room. And I wouldn't want to overwhelm you more by forcing you back into that hectic mess."
I think for a short while. I mean, it's better than going back out there and crying more.
"Uh, yeah. Sure. That would be great."
"Cool! Let me just grab some beanbags I have in my closet so we aren't just sitting on the cold hard floor." He says as he makes his way to his closet pulling out two beanbags and bringing them out to his balcony.
I follow him in silence before sitting down on one of the beanbags and stare at the night sky.
A few minutes of silence passes by.
"Are you cool if I uh, smoke? It just my way of relaxing... If you aren't cool with it then I won't. I just wanted to ask" The hot stranger asks, breaking the silence.
"Oh, yeah! Go ahead. I don't mind."
"Are you sure? I just don't want the weed smell and all to annoy or affect you in any way."
"No, no. You're okay! I used to smoke so I'm used to all of that anyways."
"Used to?" He inquires as he pulls out a little box with pre-rolled joints and a lighter.
"Mhm! I used to smoke a fair bit, but then school got harder, and took up more time and brain power until smoking wasn't a thought anymore. I just didn't have time. Plus, schools gotta come first, no?"
By now he has lit the joint, taken a puff and now the smell is starting to become familiar.
"I guess so. But having fun is also something that should come first. I mean, if all you do is work, wheres the fun in that." He takes another hit. "I mean, don't get me wrong. I only smoke in moderation, unless its school break. I mean I can't let it affect my school life. But, we're also in college. We're supposed to be drunk or fried half to time."
I laugh. "I guess so. I mean, it did help with the stress. Especially whenever I'd have Mr 'Havoc' Harrison. I swear he's the sole reason I used to smoke so much. Fucking annoying as hell. Never let us have a break"
"You mean Gary Harrison? Teaches communications?" he inquires with enthusiasm.
"Yeah, why, you've had him before?" 
"Fucking hell, of course I have. I had to take one of his courses for my major or some shit. He's a shit teacher, no wonder he'd give us so much homework and assignments, cause the asshole never taught anything himself."
"Ugh, I get what you mean! Once I got super sick and couldn't turn up to classes and although I was emailing him about the lectures if he could forward me them or just tell me what we learnt, he just didn't! So when I approached him about it, he responded with 'Oh! I saw them. But you should've turned up to class instead of flaking on my classes. I'm not giving you resources for free.' Like, free! Dude I pay for your classes and all your stupid materials that we never use."
"Woah, really? Jesus, that must've sucked tenfold for ya. I still have no idea why he still teaches at this school."
I sigh. The anger in the rant, plus all the added emotions from the previous scenarios from this party, not to mention the smell of this guys joint, it's making me wanna-
"Hey." He says cutting off my thoughts. "You wanna hit?"
I look at him. "Huh?"
"I mean, today sure as hell must have sucked for you to be sitting out here in my balcony. Not to mention all the emotions rising in you after that rant. Plus you said you used to smoke to relax or destress, right? Why not smoke a joint?"
"Oh, I mean. I don't know. It's been a while."
"Just give it a try. I'll give you wanna my pre-rolled ones if you want?"
I look at him, unsure what to do.
"If you're still unsure, why not just take a few hits from my joint and if you don't want anymore, I'll happily smoke the rest."
If it were any other person in this world offering me this, offering me a joint, a total stranger. I would say no in a heartbeat. But, I wanna say yes. This man, this very attractive man, just makes me feel safe. Heck if it was anyone else, I wouldn't be here on a random balcony. But here I am. Making stupid choices. And this next choice might be one of them.
"You know what, sure. I'll take some hits from your joint."
Read Chapter Three: A Cry Fest
A/N: Please give me feedback on my writing! Two more chapters are posted (as of 23rd Feb 2024) however, the story is on-going.
This book is still in the works, and I desperately want to finish it this year. However, I'd like to make everyone aware of three issues. a) There are only three chapters published right now as I want to receive feedback from my audience on my writing style and plot building. Despite having been writing for many years, I am not confident in the style that I use for my stories and would appreciate constructive critique to help me improve future chapters. After a month of posting the chapters, further content will be added throughout this trail, I will collect the feedback, delete this section of my disclaimer, and apply my audience's feedback. Second, I am in my final year of school, therefore school comes first. Furthermore, my weekly schedule is extremely hectic, so many of these will be written during my rare free time or at times when most people are sleeping (don't worry, I will prioritise my health). Finally, this book covers mature issues like as drug usage, smoking, alcohol use, cheating, references to SA, and more. These will all be addressed at the start of the chapter so that you are aware in case triggers arise. Furthermore, I have never used drugs or any of the other topics discussed in this book, so I apologise if anything is incorrect.
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If I am guessing your cryptic question right, stonathan or steddie? Which one do I prefer? See more chemistry in? Is that it?
I saw more chemistry between Steddie honestly. Maybe because Eddie was openly flirty and Steve was flustered most of the time around him.
Stonathan - I don't see the chemistry that much because Jon did beat him up for insulting his family and him. Even though Steve came to apologise, it was more like a formality rather than a stepping stone to friendship. They could have been friends, but they didn't. For Jon, Steve is an immature idiot that he fought one time.
I have read one Stonathan fic and I couldn't see the chemistry there. It was a nice fic, but the chemistry was missing, I felt. But the Steddie fics have chemistry.
Jon honestly has more chemistry with Argyle than Steve.
I would love to hear your thoughts, Denise.
mmmmmm my lawyer told me to tell you tht i can neither confirm nor deny these assumptions but tht i Can reply to u otherwise <3 so hiii, anon 👋
that's fair. s1 jonathan and steve are works in progress for sure and then they drift apart again as their connections to nancy change. i do think that jancy's talk at the end can be interpreted as a hint that they'll interact again though, allowing jonathan to see firsthand what nancy meant, so maaaaaybe smth of some sort will happen there? who knows lol.
but! i do think that the apology was more than a formality. steve was really intent on going over there and making things right, he really felt like he'd fucked up and he wasn't expecting nancy to be there. he went for jonathan and really wanted to make things right with him. there was a desperate kind of sincerity there i felt in joe's portrayal. and then he seemed really pleased when jonathan received his gift later on! so, like. yk. i think jonathan's the one holding more resentment / preconceived notions than steve rn, which is understandable considering he doesn't know him like that, and why i think they planted tht seed i mentioned at the end there. there could still be more to them and i think there likely is!
tbh though i feel like i'd need more scenes with them to be able to say anything abt their chemistry on-screen. i get more ✨⚡️ from steve for those reasons tht i mentioned than i do jonathan rn. jonathan has had his defenses up too high n been too cold thus far, n charlie really sells tht n jon's trust issues lol. maybe it'll change in s5, maybe it won't.
as for steddie... i feel like you can say some of the same things? they became kind of friends towards the end there because eddie went to go save him and they had that little bonding moment where eddie opened up to him and got in his good graces. also... i feel like eddie's actions can be taken that way, but he's also a touchy-feely invades-your-personal-space kind of dude with other characters too. and i didn't really feel any electricity or interest there from steve's side, kind of the opposite of the stonathan situation. like joe wasn't leaning into what people believe joseph was.
it felt like interactions between a heroic jock who aggravatingly really is more than what people say and a freak who's had to puff his chest up n act tougher than he really is to survive, and how they navigate that as young men. like actually tough vs pretends to be. and there's a a kind of sheepishness on eddie's side where the freak who talks abt how others are so quick to judge n be hostile is now being saved n helped n treated well by someone tht he did all of tht to, this kind of ... ingratiating n dare i say submissive mannerisms tht i think ppl read as just flirting.
and then steve's mostly just there, taking this in and occupying the same space as him, more focused on the others, but still wanting to be nice n give his thanks bc he's just that guy n does it with everyone. he's chuffed tht eddie's blowing smoke up his ass, but i don't view him as being bewitched. when did you find steve to be flustered? i'd like to go back and watch, maybe i'll see it this time :)
jargyle my beloved 💚 i think it helps tht argyle is jonathan's friend, so there's naturally going to be this easygoing flow between them tht wouldn't be present in his scenes with steve. i think they play off each other wonderfully, but.. hm. idk. there's chemistry yes bc they definitely sell that safe harbor you're my only friend ride or die kind of relationship, but it's not like ... tht Charged kind of chemistry, if tht makes sense?
thank u for answering :)
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I'd like some sentences from "Take your time (I wanna cross some lines)"
So, this is sitting in my inbox since forever. The steddie bigbang ate me alive as did work and all my beloved writing projects took a back seat. Now, sitting at home on sick leave with covid, I'm hoping to get back into writing and I thought I started with answering all the lovely asks I got for my WIPs.
Have the first few sentences of "Take your time" and thank you for asking friend 💜
“I have no idea where you get your weed but damn, this shit hits so much harder than the stuff I always manage to score," Steve says, face pinched as he blows out the smoke, the smell of it filling the small room, before handing it back to Eddie. They're sitting side by side on the bed, both holding beers, bodies already going lax against the mattress. "You know I don't kiss and tell." Steve snorts a laugh. "Since when? Just last week you got lost on a ten minute spiel about that guy giving you head during your lunch break dude." Eddie’s eyes cut a sideways glance at Steve, lips already curling in a shiteating grin. “Yeah but we didn’t kiss, so my point still stands,” Eddie retorts, wiggling his eyebrows at Steve and they both burst out into high laughter, Steve’s body tipping sideways into Eddie’s so they’re leaning on each other. When their laughter subsides neither of them moves away, bodies too heavy with the weed and booze in their system. They’ve been friends for years and have found themselves in much more compromising positions. Friendly cuddling while high doesn’t even make the top ten, Eddie thinks lazily.
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there’s a room where the light won’t find you
Chapter One: welcome to your life
Before spring break, Steve could never imagine himself being friends with Eddie 'The Freak' Munson, Hawkins resident drug dealer and burnout.
Now, almost two months after Vecna had been killed for good, Steve can't imagine never speaking to Eddie again. Since they'd met, he'd become addicted to the boy. Rarely did a day go by where they didn't call, where Steve didn't stop by his trailer or Eddie didn't drop in at Family Video.
One of those such occasions led to Eddie inviting Steve over to smoke a bit. Steve hadn't been feeling too good that day, his body feeling like it was moving through molasses. But the familiar spark in his chest ignited and he couldn't bring himself to decline.
"God, how is it 1am already?" Steve groans, flopping down further on the couch where his head just touches Eddie's thigh.
"You only got here at 6," the boy laughs, hand winding it's way through Steve's famous locks. The weed had only made him feel more slow, and he relaxes into Eddie's hand.
"Jesus. I should probably head home. I've got work tomorrow," he yawns.
"Dude, that is so not a good idea,"  Eddie huffs.
"What? Why?"
"You're stoned out of your mind right now," he says, leaving the roach in the ashtray next to the couch.
"I'm not that high," Steve argues. His head does feel fuzzy and the feeling of Eddie's fingers against his scalp keeps derailing his train of thought, but he's probably fine.
"We've been smoking for 7 hours. You're too high to drive," Eddie says.
"I'll be fine. Besides, it has not been 7 hours." They'd waited until Eddie's uncle had left to smoke, not wanting to hotbox poor Wayne, and that hadn't happened until 9:30. This doesn't deter Eddie, however,
"No, you won't. You're gonna stay the night," he says firmly. There's a note of finality in his voice that leaves no room for questioning.
"I don't wanna be like, an imposition or whatever-" Steve says in a last ditch effort.
"Shut your mouth. I'm gonna clean up out here, go find some clothes to sleep in. Whatever works is fine," Eddie instructs.
As tempting as it is to fall asleep in Eddie's trailer, in Eddie's clothes, something doesn't sit right with Steve. What if Eddie was just being polite and didn't actually want him there?
"Man, I can't do that to you," Steve sighs, sitting up as a cough building up behind the words. His throat burned in a way it hadn't since the first time he'd smoked.
"I'll lock the damn door, Harrington. Lock it and handcuff you to my bed," Eddie threatens.
"Oh, you're gonna handcuff me to your bed, huh?" Steve chuckles, like the thought doesn't make his stomach swoop and send all the blood in his head rushing down to-
"Pretty boy, I'd love to. Now go," Eddie demands.
"Fine, asshole. Be glad I'm not calling the cops for holding me hostage," Steve grumbles, sitting up. Maybe, if he can focus on Eddie, he can ignore the guilt squeezing his heart.
"People have called the cops on me for less," the boy grins before hopping up and shooing Steve towards his room.
Despite being in it countless times before, he never gets used to just how much it feels like Eddie. The band posters, cluttered shelves full of books on Dungeons and Dragons, clothes thrown everywhere. It even smells like Eddie, warm and safe.
One of the drawers in Eddie's dresser is open, a black T-shirt spilling out. Steve is determined to find a shirt that wasn't black just to spite Eddie.
Only a small part of Steve feels bad about rooting around through his stuff, but hadn't Eddie said to find something?
Flashes of purple catch Steve's eye. Grinning, he grabs it and snatches it out. Unfolding it reveals the cover of a Duran Duran album.
"Alrighty, so I know it's- oh," Eddie says, the door opening. His eyes are wide as he stares at the bright fabric.
"Duran Duran? Really? Didn't you just go on a rant about pop music being mindless conformist garbage a few hours ago?" Steve asks. Halfway through a joint, Eddie had gone on and on about it. Not that the joint had anything to do with it, or that Steve minded. He mindlessly nodded while watching Eddie's mouth move and hands fly around.
"It was a gag gift from Gareth, alright, untwist your panties. I don't hate myself enough to listen to them," Eddie scoffs, grabbing for the shirt. Steve pulls it out of his reach, a wide grin on his face.
"Ah, ah, ah. You said 'whatever works'," he taunts, eyebrows raised and grin smug.
"Christ, Harrington," the other boy sighs, twisting one of the many rings adorning his fingers. The sight draws Steve's eyes, and he has to glance away before he starts staring.
"What? You didn't say 'anything except the Duran Duran shirt', did you?" he asks. He hadn't really wanted to wear it until he saw Eddie's wide eyed panic. Honestly, though, he'd be okay wearing anything that was Eddie's.
"Now I am. Put the loaded weapon down," he demands, hands held up like Steve really was holding a weapon. He takes another lunge for it and Steve's smirk grows wider,
"Is Eddie Munson a liar?" Steve asks.
"Eddie Munson is anything but! He is a man of his word! That statement will remain uncontested for the rest of time and I will not allow you to besmirch his good name," he snaps. His eyes are piercing and dark and Steve suddenly feels a lot less confident.
"So I get to wear the shirt?" he asks, despite the shaky feeling in his stomach.
Eddie lets out a long sigh through his nose, gaze never faltering. Crickets chirp outside. Despite himself, Steve starts to squirm under Eddie's eyes, glancing back and forth from the floor to his face.
Without losing eye contact, Eddie plucks a hair tie off of his wrist and pulls his unruly curls into a bun that rests low at the nape of his neck.
"You are an evil, evil man," Eddie says finally.
"Burning the ground, I break from the crowd," Steve sings softly, and Eddie groans.
"Shut the fuck up! I do not listen to Duran Duran!" he insists.
Steve knows that. Eddie's made sure he knows it. But messing with him is fun. Robin insists he's flirting, but Steve's pretty sure he'd know if he was flirting.
"Very interesting that you knew that was Duran Duran," Steve hums, cocking his head.
"What I know of them, I know against my will. I will kick you out of my damn house," Eddie threatens.
"You were the one who wanted me to stay," Steve says. He had wanted to go home so he could get out of Eddie's hair, but now that he was in Eddie's room, by Eddie's bed, holding Eddie's shirt...
He expects Eddie to say something grandiose and pretentious, but he just smirks and shakes his head. "You sure are something, Harrington. You gonna sleep in those jeans?"
"Depends on if you have Eurythmic's sweatpants too?" he asks.
"I hope flannel will suffice."
"If I have to," Steve shrugs, biting back another stupid grin. He should have known he'd act like a lovesick teenager after spending hours high with Eddie, yet he'd for some reason agreed anyway.
Eddie digs around through his dresser before tossing red flannel pants at Steve. The fabric is cozy, even if it reeks of pot.
"They smell like weed," he comments.
"We smell like weed," Eddie scoffs, tugging off his shirt without warning. He turns around to toss it into a pile under his window and when he looks back he sees Steve staring red-faced at him.
"See something you like?" he asks, raising an eyebrow with a wolfish smile.
"No! No, just looking at your, uh, tattoo's," Steve stumbles. Which wasn't a lie. But he was certainly looking at a lot more.
"You ever thought of getting one?" Eddie asks, accepting the excuse.
"Thought about it, yeah," he says. It feels like something too cool for him. Like, it might not even be the tattoo he wants. But he wants people to see him and think, 'Yeah, that makes sense that he has a tattoo'. One time he brought it up to Dusting and the kid almost passed out from laughing.
But Eddie doesn't say otherwise. So maybe that's as much as he can ask for.
He follows Eddie's lead, and remove his own shirt, quickly pulling on the Duran Duran shirt to hide the ugly scars covering his sides.
"Lemme know if you ever wanna get one. I have a stick and poke kit around here somewhere," Eddie suggests. The thought makes Steve shudder. Hopefully from fear or disgust and not anything that would make it hard to sleep in the same bed as the boy across from him.
"Like I'd trust you with a needle," he scoffs, crossing his arms across the crisp fabric of the shirt.
"Ouch. Stop ogling me and turn around so I can put my pants on," Eddie says.
"Anyone ever tell you how charming you are?" Steve snarks, turning around.
"Oh, yeah, I'm a real ladykiller." Steve hopes that Eddie's also turned around as he starts to undo his belt. If he isn't, he doesn't hear him make any move to turn around, which Steve takes as the go ahead to let his pants drop around his ankles and kick them off.
By the time he's tugging the flannel pants around his hips, he's turned back around and facing Eddie again. Who is, thankfully, fully clothed. Steve's heart wouldn't be able to take it if he wasn't. Neither would his dick.
"So, I was gonna ask you before you attacked me with that awful shirt, but are you okay with sharing a bed, because I'll take the couch if-"
"If you snore I'm going to drive home immediately," Steve cuts him off. No way is he kicking Eddie out of his own bed.
"You're in luck, then," Eddie says, pulling back the covers.
They both settle into bed, a straight and respectable distance between them. Steve leans over to turn off the lamp, when Eddie coughs.
"I, uh, usually sleep with the lamp on, if that's okay. After everything that happened..." he says. The hint of shame in his voice feels like an anvil in Steve's gut.
"Eddie, I've been fighting those things for years. I get it. If you ever wanna talk, I'm here," he says.
 When Eddie looks at him, his gaze is more vulnerable than Steve's ever seen it. Even bleeding out in the Upside Down, even hiding in a boathouse from a town that wanted him dead, he didn't look this exposed.
"Thanks man," he whispers.
For the first time in a while, the usual nightmares don't haunt Steve like they have for the past years. And he doubts it's the weed.
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runningfrom2am · 10 months
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the sea around us; chapter seventeen
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In which Rafe Cameron has to choose between his dad and a pogue who's changing his outlook on life more and more every day.
(rafe cameron x f!oc)
(eventual!jj maybank x f!oc)
warnings/tags: violence, drug/alcohol use, smoking, sexual content (if you squint), slowburn, older brother’s best friend, (these tags are obv not exhaustive but regardless it’s pretty PG13)
wc: 1.7k
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~Rafe's POV~
I haven't heard from Snowy since we came in from the pool together. Pretty much she's been fully occupied with the Pogues ever since. I wonder what they're doing, if she's safe. That's a stupid thought, so I brush it quickly out of my mind. What I can't seem to keep out of my mind is how amazing it felt to kiss her. Everything about her is so soft- her lips are no different. Fully sober and I think it gave me butterflies, I haven't kissed someone like that since I was fifteen. It's almost refreshing.
I try not to think about Snowy for long enough to get in a quick bump. I'm hardly successful. Then I grab my golf club and get ready to line up my shot, but I'm distracted by my friends laughing and talking. "Hey, uh, can you guys shut up, for like three seconds?" I ask, turning back to Topper, Kegs, and Kelce. "We've got to hurry if we want to finish this hole- the sun is setting," I say.
"Yeah, yeah of course." Kelce says, raising his hands.
They're ridiculously quiet at this point, definitely just making fun of me. I line myself up again, take the swing, and fluke it right as I hear one of their phones rings.
"Bro, are you fucking kidding me right now?"
"Hey, man, sorry, how was I supposed to know?" Kegs says, digging his phone out of his pocket.
I roll my eyes and walk back to the cart, throwing my club in as he answers it.
"Hey, Snowy." Instantly he's got my attention, and I turn to watch. He looks confused.
"Snowy? You there?" He asks again, I'm guessing he got no response. "If this is some stupid prank call it's not funny." He pulls it from his ear and puts it on speaker since we're all listening now.
We hear some static, and then some whispers as we look around at each other, confused. "Leon... it's late. I've been waiting for you.."
"What the fuck?" Topper laughs.
"Hey, shh." I shush him as the whispers continue.
"Guys, oh my god what do we do?" It's Snowy, I'd recognize her voice anywhere.
"Snowy?" I ask, but again, no response.
"We have to get down there, like, right now." And Sarah?
Suddenly, we hear some screaming, then the sound of something getting smashed, and then it cuts out.
I feel myself start shaking instantly, and I start pacing back and forth, running my hand through my hair. "Rafe, man, it's fine. They're just pranking Kegs, probably high out of their minds or something." Kelce says and I shake my head.
"Dude, no- you don't understand, you don't know-" I start but I'm cut off.
"I love you, dude, but you're absolutely pussy-whipped." He jokes and I shove him back into the golf cart.
"You don't know shit!" I hear myself shouting.
"Rafe, buddy, calm down, hey.." Kegs says, pulling me off of Kelce and wrapping his arm around my shoulder. I feel sick- I feel sick and I wish no one was touching me. Then I shove him off too.
"No, no... You guys don't know what those pogues have roped her into, I don't even really know but last week she was getting shot at because of that punk JJ, apparently, who's pulled them into some drug debts or some shit-" I try to explain.
"Rafe, they're fine. They're fine but let's just head back to the club, and we can go to John B's to check on them, alright?" Topper says and Kegs shakes his head in confusion.
"Wait, did you say drugs?" He asks and I nod. "Not like weed, right, you mean like hard shit?"
"I don't know, man. She just said "drugs", okay?" I sigh.
"Fuck- dude..." Kegs says, taking his hat off and rubbing his forehead. "What do we do? I've done everything I possibly can to keep her out of that and it's just not enough, apparently."
"Look, maybe it's just Barry and we can talk to him?" I suggest hopefully, not that I fully believe it.  "I- uh... I could get some money from my dad, I know how to get into the safe, and we could pay him out."
"He definitely would have said something to us if my sister and your.. I don't know, friend, as well as your sister and Topper's girl all were involved with him. No way he wouldn't say something." Kegs says, and I know he's right. "And you know we already owe him so we probably shouldn't poke the bear man."
"I... Okay, uh..." I try to think of a plan of action and calm down at the same time. I'm no help to her if I'm panicking. "Let's just get out of here, okay? We'll call Snowy when we get back to the club, and we'll try and find her." I insist, getting in the golf cart and my friends climb in.
The whole drive back I can feel myself shaking, I'm bouncing my leg and just trying to focus on finishing the drink Topper gave me to try and calm me down. It's far from working. I'm literally hearing that screaming in my head over and over again. It just won't stop. We eventually make it back, after the longest drive of my life. As soon as we get to the parking lot I'm on my phone, waiting for Snowy to pick up as I pace next to my car. It rings out until I hear her voice on the machine, I have to try again. I hangup and try again. This time, she answers.
I immediately hear laughter in the background. "Hi Rafe!" She sounds so happy- sloshed, too, probably. I furrow my brows. I assume she leaves, because the background noise slows to a stop.
"Snowy? What happened? Are you okay?" I fire off.
"I- yeah. I'm great. I'm great." She giggles. "What's up with you?"
"No, no, no, no don't do this to me." I sigh, walking away out of earshot of my nosey friends.
"What's wrong?" She asks.
"You don't know? Do you remember when you called Kegs, about twenty minutes ago, screaming, and- and, and I heard this banging sound like someone was bashing you with a crowbar?" I say.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I must have butt-dialled him." She responds casually. I ball up my fist.
"Okay but you're not telling me what happened, here. You're not answering me."
"Nothing happened, Rafe. Everything is fine. We're safe. You don't need to worry." She says, that reassuring tone of hers taking over.
"No, I do, tell me."
"There's nothing to tell, even if there was, I don't know how it's your business anyhow." She slurs. Yeah, definitely drunk.
"If it's you, if it's your safety, it's my business. You are my business, Snowy." I say frustratedly, looking back at my friends as I talk, seeing they're still listening and having a laugh at me.
"Rafe, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to freak you out, okay? I shouldn't have said that. But I promise you right now, we are fine. I am safe- okay?"
I sigh and rub my head as she continues. "We were watching a movie at The Chat, now we're just hanging out, having some bevies, hotboxing the Twinkie..." She laughs a little. I can't focus with those screams echoing in the back of my head, her screams. And she's trying to gaslight me right now.
"I know what I heard." I say slowly.
"No, I know, I believe you." Her voice is so soft- I can almost taste the sweetness of it in my state. "I just, we were watching a scary movie, and I am high off my ass. I don't know what I said or did, but I'm sorry I scared you."
"It's okay, Snow." I sigh, shaking my hand to loosen up my muscles after I had my fist clenched for so long. I don't want to believe she's lying to me. I mean, clearly she is fine. She's alive, and she sounds like she's having fun. "I just- it's so hard to predict what kind of shit you're getting into when you're with them and it's hard for me to keep track of that and make sure that you're good. Like it would be nice to have a heads up if you're going to be in danger- which seems pretty common for you-"
"Hey, I'm good." Snowy cuts me off, curbing my rant that even I knew wasn't going anywhere. "I get it, you're just like... a proactive type of person. You like to have a hold on things before they go wrong and that's great, I really appreciate you looking out for me."
I nod a little bit and let out a breath I didn't know I was holding with my panic. "Yeah... I guess so. I just like to be prepared, you know?" I agree.
"Totally, and that makes you really smart because a lot of guys around our age can't think ten minutes into the future." I can hear the smile in her tone, she's being so genuine. "That being said, Rafe, I'm okay. Despite what you think, my friends wouldn't let anything happen to me."
I smile a little to myself at that. She thinks I'm smart- this inflates my ego more than I know it probably should. When I don't respond because I'm processing what she said, she speaks again. "Hey, why don't you come over, and we'll take out the boat, just the two of us..." She says, trailing off.
I look back at her brother, already feeling his eyes on me. I know he can't hear her, but I can, and that is too much already.
"I would love to, you know I'd love to, but.. I just can't. I'm busy I can't." I shake my head, more trying to convince myself.
"Aw, okay.." She replies. If I don't hangup right now I'll fold. I just know it. Besides, I have to figure out how to pay Barry so I can get my bike back, like as soon as possible.
"Bye, Snowy. I'll talk to you later." I say before quickly hanging up. I shove my phone into my pocket and walk back over to my friends.
"They're fine." I tell Kegs, getting in my car and driving off before he can say anything.
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A/N; Another short one today sorryyyyy -R
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