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boyfriend™️ now in color

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Pedro Pascal, Vanessa Kirby, Ebon Moss Bachrach and Joseph Quinn at #CCXPMX25 to promote 'THE FANTASTIC FOUR: FIRST STEPS.'

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I’m tagging all my favorites here, feel free to do the same

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This year is my year - I can feel it ❤️‍🔥🦇

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raw. next question.

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I will

Stumbled upon this photo whilst trying to prove a point to @corroded-hellfire

and now I can't stop thinking about asking Jim Hopper to spot you at the gym. He stands behind you while you're doing squats, hands hovering beneath the bar in case you need support. He doesn't take his eyes off of you for a second, his praise teetering on the side of menacing. "Easy now." "You got this." "Little lower." "There ya go."

And when you finish your set, he looks at you with a knowing smirk..."good girl."

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I know this week’s AYW had weird posting times. Idk what happened? The scheduling system went all wacky on me

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You still didn’t prove your point because Lewis Pullman still consumes me body and soul

Stumbled upon this photo whilst trying to prove a point to @corroded-hellfire

and now I can't stop thinking about asking Jim Hopper to spot you at the gym. He stands behind you while you're doing squats, hands hovering beneath the bar in case you need support. He doesn't take his eyes off of you for a second, his praise teetering on the side of menacing. "Easy now." "You got this." "Little lower." "There ya go."

And when you finish your set, he looks at you with a knowing smirk..."good girl."

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Oh oh and another question, could we get a blurb from the Luke and Ryan point of view where they came up with the plan to make their dad and reader get together? I wonder when they started to think about it and also, i can't stop picturing them at night trying to plan it instead of sleeping.

Thanks but of course if you don't want to write it, it's perfectly ok🥰

My dearest Francy, I would write anything for you! I hope you enjoy this inside look at their mischief.

Words: 1.5k

[As You Wish masterlist]

“Goodnight, Luke.”

The little boy smiles at his father from his bed, blanket pulled up all the way to his chin. The grin seems too innocent from this notorious scamp, but Eddie figures he doesn’t want to know what’s going on in that head of his. Eddie just prays that whatever it is doesn’t warrant any punishment. 

“Night, Daddy,” Luke replies. 

Eddie smiles at his youngest before closing the bedroom door halfway. Luke’s smile drops as soon as his father pops out of view, the boy straining to listen. He cranes his neck towards the door, trying to tell what his father is doing just by the sound of his footsteps. Eddie pads down the hallway, and Luke keeps an ear out, waiting to hear him retire to his room for the night. 

It’s hard for the five-year-old to keep his patience as he hears the faucet running in the kitchen. He plops back in his bed with an annoyed groan. Doesn’t Eddie know that there is mischief to get to?

After what seems like an eternity to Luke, he hears his father’s footsteps enter back into the hallway. The sound is briefly muffled before the door across the hall clicks closed. 

“Thank you!” Luke whispers into the room. 

He throws his blankets off, little feet kicking as his sheet gets tangled around an ankle, and he hops up. Just in case Eddie decides to come back out of his room for any reason, Luke tiptoes to his door and peeks out into the hallway. All the lights in the house are out, the only light leaking into the hall from the sea turtle nightlight in the bathroom. It’s enough to see by as he slips out of his room and quickly shuffles down the hall to his older brother’s room.

Ryan’s door is also halfway open when Luke reaches it, and he sneaks through the opening before launching himself on the bed. The older brother rolls his eyes as he barely manages to move his legs out of the way in time. Neither brother has ever seen Mission: Impossible, but Ryan can’t help but think Luke is acting like he’s in that movie. 

“I made it!” Luke whispers loudly.

“I can see that.” 

The elder Munson boy shakes his little brother off his blankets before lifting them and slipping beneath with his flashlight. He waves his brother in to join him, and the smaller boy crawls in after, bony elbows not caring where they land.

Ryan gently shoves his brother over a few inches and makes himself comfortable in their makeshift tent. 

“Okay,” he says, “let’s start.”

Luke settles on his bottom and tucks his legs up to his chest, arms wrapping around them. His feet excitedly tap against the mattress, the legs of his Hot Wheels pajamas swishing together.

“This plan has to be super secret,” he says.

“Well, yeah, it doesn’t work if they know what we’re doing!”

“We gotta be scuttle,” Luke says, nodding at his brother.

Ryan’s eyes narrow as he looks at the smaller boy in confusion.

“What?”

“Scuttle,” Luke says with a shrug, like his brother is dumb. “Like…not obvious.”

It takes the seven-year-old a few moments to decipher what he means.

“Wait. Do you mean subtle?”

“Yeah, that.” Luke waves a dismissive hand as if they’re the same thing. “Anyway, they can’t catch on. But what do we do? I don’t think we can make them kiss.”

“No, I don’t think so,” Ryan agrees. He tilts the flashlight back and forth in his hands, different shadows casting against the top of their tent. “I think they hugged before. Besides, friends hug.”

Luke sighs. “How are we supposed to know the boring things grown-ups do when they like each other.” He pauses before his face lights up. The little boy realizes he doesn’t need to necessarily know about grown-up relationships. “Wait!”

Ryan blinks a few times as his little brother’s gaze slowly slides to him.

“You like someone,” Luke says, jabbing a finger in Ryan’s direction. 

“Huh?” Clearly, playing dumb isn’t going to work when Ryan’s face is turning a deep shade of scarlet. 

“Natalie!” Luke says. “You like her!”

“No, I—”

“What would you wanna do with Natalie if you were with her?” Luke doesn’t care about his brother’s protests; they have a mission to accomplish.

A deep sigh comes from Ryan’s lips as he resigns himself to this conversation. He shrugs as he thinks about what goes through his head when he’s over at the Harrington house.

“I usually just wanna sit next to her.”

“But you do that,” Luke says. “What do you wanna do that you don’t? Besides kiss her because eww.”

If Ryan thought this conversation couldn’t become more embarrassing, he would’ve been wrong. He’s starting to think no plan is going to come of this, it’ll just be a conversation to embarrass him.

“I don’t know,” Ryan groans, the heat in his face stifling. “Hold her hand?”

“Yes!”

Luke jumps up, and Ryan has to leap forward to cover the five-year-old’s mouth. 

“Shhhh! Do you wanna get caught?”

“Sorry,” Luke hisses.

“You’re the one who said we gotta keep it super secret!”

“How do we get them to hold hands?” Luke ignores his brother altogether. 

Ryan’s tongue pokes out of his lips as he thinks. His fingers tap against the side of the plastic flashlight, providing a steady beat as background noise. 

“Well, you’ve gotta hold someone’s hand when we’re in the parking lot…” Ryan muses.

“Hey, so do you!”

It’s past the boys’ bedtime, and Ryan doesn’t have the energy to point out that his brother is obviously the one who needs more supervision. Or maybe a leash, he’s considered more than a few times.

“So, maybe if you hold one of their hands…” A spark lights up Ryan’s eyes as the idea forms. He sits up straighter, knocking over the flashlight in his lap. He’s quick to fix it before continuing. “And then you hold the other one’s and then you could put their hands together!”

“Yeah!” Luke covers his own mouth when he’s too loud this time. Both boys keep an ear out for Eddie for a few moments before Luke starts again. “But where? Or when?”

“Um…” Ryan’s teeth dig into his bottom lip.

“Oh!” At least Luke remembers to be quiet this time. “We’re going to Chuck E. Cheese this weekend! All of us, right?”

“Not Mom.”

“She doesn’t count,” Luke says with a shake of his head. Ryan thinks nothing of his little brother dismissing their mother like that; he would’ve done the same thing.

“Yeah, the four of us are going,” Ryan says. 

The idea of “the four of you” being Eddie, Ryan, Luke and you is something the boys want so badly that they’re reluctant to hope for it. A wish too precious and fragile to even tell a shooting star.

“We can do it then,” Luke says. 

“Okay, just don’t forget,” Ryan scolds as he nudges his brother’s shoulder.

Luke scoffs.

“I won’t forget. It was my idea to make them love each other in the first place.”

“You’re just the one who said it first,” Ryan counters. He definitely wants it to be known that he has the same wish as his brother. “Is that it, then?”

“Yep,” Luke says with a nod. “The final plan. I make them hold hands.”

“Good.” Ryan switches off the flashlight and rips the blankets off the two of them. The plan is made and now their business is concluded, as far as he’s concerned. “I wanna go to sleep.”

Luke rolls his eyes as he slips out of his brother’s bed.

“You’re so boring,” he whines. 

Ryan ignores him as he makes himself comfortable against his pillows and pulls his blankets back up over his body. 

“Yeah, but you’ll be the one who falls asleep in their cereal in the morning.”

“I only done that once,” Luke huffs. 

“Goodnight, Fruit Loop Head.” Ryan’s voice is pointed as he closes his eyes.

“Night, butt breath,” Luke says as he heads for the door. “Have sweet dreams about our plan working and them falling in looooove.”

The younger boy makes kissy noises as he steps out of his brother’s room, only to be startled by the sound of the master bedroom door swinging open. Luke jumps and his eyes widen as Eddie steps into the hallway. An unimpressed look adorns his face as his hands come up to rest on his hips.

“What’re you doing out of bed?” Eddie asks. Brown eyes stare down into blue ones.

“Uh,” Luke stammers. “I dunno.”

He quickly slips past his father, back into his own room, and makes quick work of tucking himself back in bed. 

Eddie peeks his head in Ryan’s room to see the boy already fast asleep. His brow furrows as he moves to Luke’s room and sees the boy pretending to be asleep already, the fake snoring the icing on the cake. They’re both in bed and Eddie decides that’s good enough for him, he doesn’t want to know any more.

“Sweet dreams, boys,” Eddie says softly before stepping back into his room and gently closing the door behind him. 

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Oh oh and another question, could we get a blurb from the Luke and Ryan point of view where they came up with the plan to make their dad and reader get together? I wonder when they started to think about it and also, i can't stop picturing them at night trying to plan it instead of sleeping.

Thanks but of course if you don't want to write it, it's perfectly ok🥰

My dearest Francy, I would write anything for you! I hope you enjoy this inside look at their mischief.

Words: 1.5k

[As You Wish masterlist]

“Goodnight, Luke.”

The little boy smiles at his father from his bed, blanket pulled up all the way to his chin. The grin seems too innocent from this notorious scamp, but Eddie figures he doesn’t want to know what’s going on in that head of his. Eddie just prays that whatever it is doesn’t warrant any punishment. 

“Night, Daddy,” Luke replies. 

Eddie smiles at his youngest before closing the bedroom door halfway. Luke’s smile drops as soon as his father pops out of view, the boy straining to listen. He cranes his neck towards the door, trying to tell what his father is doing just by the sound of his footsteps. Eddie pads down the hallway, and Luke keeps an ear out, waiting to hear him retire to his room for the night. 

It’s hard for the five-year-old to keep his patience as he hears the faucet running in the kitchen. He plops back in his bed with an annoyed groan. Doesn’t Eddie know that there is mischief to get to?

After what seems like an eternity to Luke, he hears his father’s footsteps enter back into the hallway. The sound is briefly muffled before the door across the hall clicks closed. 

“Thank you!” Luke whispers into the room. 

He throws his blankets off, little feet kicking as his sheet gets tangled around an ankle, and he hops up. Just in case Eddie decides to come back out of his room for any reason, Luke tiptoes to his door and peeks out into the hallway. All the lights in the house are out, the only light leaking into the hall from the sea turtle nightlight in the bathroom. It’s enough to see by as he slips out of his room and quickly shuffles down the hall to his older brother’s room.

Ryan’s door is also halfway open when Luke reaches it, and he sneaks through the opening before launching himself on the bed. The older brother rolls his eyes as he barely manages to move his legs out of the way in time. Neither brother has ever seen Mission: Impossible, but Ryan can’t help but think Luke is acting like he’s in that movie. 

“I made it!” Luke whispers loudly.

“I can see that.” 

The elder Munson boy shakes his little brother off his blankets before lifting them and slipping beneath with his flashlight. He waves his brother in to join him, and the smaller boy crawls in after, bony elbows not caring where they land.

Ryan gently shoves his brother over a few inches and makes himself comfortable in their makeshift tent. 

“Okay,” he says, “let’s start.”

Luke settles on his bottom and tucks his legs up to his chest, arms wrapping around them. His feet excitedly tap against the mattress, the legs of his Hot Wheels pajamas swishing together.

“This plan has to be super secret,” he says.

“Well, yeah, it doesn’t work if they know what we’re doing!”

“We gotta be scuttle,” Luke says, nodding at his brother.

Ryan’s eyes narrow as he looks at the smaller boy in confusion.

“What?”

“Scuttle,” Luke says with a shrug, like his brother is dumb. “Like…not obvious.”

It takes the seven-year-old a few moments to decipher what he means.

“Wait. Do you mean subtle?”

“Yeah, that.” Luke waves a dismissive hand as if they’re the same thing. “Anyway, they can’t catch on. But what do we do? I don’t think we can make them kiss.”

“No, I don’t think so,” Ryan agrees. He tilts the flashlight back and forth in his hands, different shadows casting against the top of their tent. “I think they hugged before. Besides, friends hug.”

Luke sighs. “How are we supposed to know the boring things grown-ups do when they like each other.” He pauses before his face lights up. The little boy realizes he doesn’t need to necessarily know about grown-up relationships. “Wait!”

Ryan blinks a few times as his little brother’s gaze slowly slides to him.

“You like someone,” Luke says, jabbing a finger in Ryan’s direction. 

“Huh?” Clearly, playing dumb isn’t going to work when Ryan’s face is turning a deep shade of scarlet. 

“Natalie!” Luke says. “You like her!”

“No, I—”

“What would you wanna do with Natalie if you were with her?” Luke doesn’t care about his brother’s protests; they have a mission to accomplish.

A deep sigh comes from Ryan’s lips as he resigns himself to this conversation. He shrugs as he thinks about what goes through his head when he’s over at the Harrington house.

“I usually just wanna sit next to her.”

“But you do that,” Luke says. “What do you wanna do that you don’t? Besides kiss her because eww.”

If Ryan thought this conversation couldn’t become more embarrassing, he would’ve been wrong. He’s starting to think no plan is going to come of this, it’ll just be a conversation to embarrass him.

“I don’t know,” Ryan groans, the heat in his face stifling. “Hold her hand?”

“Yes!”

Luke jumps up, and Ryan has to leap forward to cover the five-year-old’s mouth. 

“Shhhh! Do you wanna get caught?”

“Sorry,” Luke hisses.

“You’re the one who said we gotta keep it super secret!”

“How do we get them to hold hands?” Luke ignores his brother altogether. 

Ryan’s tongue pokes out of his lips as he thinks. His fingers tap against the side of the plastic flashlight, providing a steady beat as background noise. 

“Well, you’ve gotta hold someone’s hand when we’re in the parking lot…” Ryan muses.

“Hey, so do you!”

It’s past the boys’ bedtime, and Ryan doesn’t have the energy to point out that his brother is obviously the one who needs more supervision. Or maybe a leash, he’s considered more than a few times.

“So, maybe if you hold one of their hands…” A spark lights up Ryan’s eyes as the idea forms. He sits up straighter, knocking over the flashlight in his lap. He’s quick to fix it before continuing. “And then you hold the other one’s and then you could put their hands together!”

“Yeah!” Luke covers his own mouth when he’s too loud this time. Both boys keep an ear out for Eddie for a few moments before Luke starts again. “But where? Or when?”

“Um…” Ryan’s teeth dig into his bottom lip.

“Oh!” At least Luke remembers to be quiet this time. “We’re going to Chuck E. Cheese this weekend! All of us, right?”

“Not Mom.”

“She doesn’t count,” Luke says with a shake of his head. Ryan thinks nothing of his little brother dismissing their mother like that; he would’ve done the same thing.

“Yeah, the four of us are going,” Ryan says. 

The idea of “the four of you” being Eddie, Ryan, Luke and you is something the boys want so badly that they’re reluctant to hope for it. A wish too precious and fragile to even tell a shooting star.

“We can do it then,” Luke says. 

“Okay, just don’t forget,” Ryan scolds as he nudges his brother’s shoulder.

Luke scoffs.

“I won’t forget. It was my idea to make them love each other in the first place.”

“You’re just the one who said it first,” Ryan counters. He definitely wants it to be known that he has the same wish as his brother. “Is that it, then?”

“Yep,” Luke says with a nod. “The final plan. I make them hold hands.”

“Good.” Ryan switches off the flashlight and rips the blankets off the two of them. The plan is made and now their business is concluded, as far as he’s concerned. “I wanna go to sleep.”

Luke rolls his eyes as he slips out of his brother’s bed.

“You’re so boring,” he whines. 

Ryan ignores him as he makes himself comfortable against his pillows and pulls his blankets back up over his body. 

“Yeah, but you’ll be the one who falls asleep in their cereal in the morning.”

“I only done that once,” Luke huffs. 

“Goodnight, Fruit Loop Head.” Ryan’s voice is pointed as he closes his eyes.

“Night, butt breath,” Luke says as he heads for the door. “Have sweet dreams about our plan working and them falling in looooove.”

The younger boy makes kissy noises as he steps out of his brother’s room, only to be startled by the sound of the master bedroom door swinging open. Luke jumps and his eyes widen as Eddie steps into the hallway. An unimpressed look adorns his face as his hands come up to rest on his hips.

“What’re you doing out of bed?” Eddie asks. Brown eyes stare down into blue ones.

“Uh,” Luke stammers. “I dunno.”

He quickly slips past his father, back into his own room, and makes quick work of tucking himself back in bed. 

Eddie peeks his head in Ryan’s room to see the boy already fast asleep. His brow furrows as he moves to Luke’s room and sees the boy pretending to be asleep already, the fake snoring the icing on the cake. They’re both in bed and Eddie decides that’s good enough for him, he doesn’t want to know any more.

“Sweet dreams, boys,” Eddie says softly before stepping back into his room and gently closing the door behind him. 

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Oh oh and another question, could we get a blurb from the Luke and Ryan point of view where they came up with the plan to make their dad and reader get together? I wonder when they started to think about it and also, i can't stop picturing them at night trying to plan it instead of sleeping.

Thanks but of course if you don't want to write it, it's perfectly ok🥰

My dearest Francy, I would write anything for you! I hope you enjoy this inside look at their mischief.

Words: 1.5k

[As You Wish masterlist]

“Goodnight, Luke.”

The little boy smiles at his father from his bed, blanket pulled up all the way to his chin. The grin seems too innocent from this notorious scamp, but Eddie figures he doesn’t want to know what’s going on in that head of his. Eddie just prays that whatever it is doesn’t warrant any punishment. 

“Night, Daddy,” Luke replies. 

Eddie smiles at his youngest before closing the bedroom door halfway. Luke’s smile drops as soon as his father pops out of view, the boy straining to listen. He cranes his neck towards the door, trying to tell what his father is doing just by the sound of his footsteps. Eddie pads down the hallway, and Luke keeps an ear out, waiting to hear him retire to his room for the night. 

It’s hard for the five-year-old to keep his patience as he hears the faucet running in the kitchen. He plops back in his bed with an annoyed groan. Doesn’t Eddie know that there is mischief to get to?

After what seems like an eternity to Luke, he hears his father’s footsteps enter back into the hallway. The sound is briefly muffled before the door across the hall clicks closed. 

“Thank you!” Luke whispers into the room. 

He throws his blankets off, little feet kicking as his sheet gets tangled around an ankle, and he hops up. Just in case Eddie decides to come back out of his room for any reason, Luke tiptoes to his door and peeks out into the hallway. All the lights in the house are out, the only light leaking into the hall from the sea turtle nightlight in the bathroom. It’s enough to see by as he slips out of his room and quickly shuffles down the hall to his older brother’s room.

Ryan’s door is also halfway open when Luke reaches it, and he sneaks through the opening before launching himself on the bed. The older brother rolls his eyes as he barely manages to move his legs out of the way in time. Neither brother has ever seen Mission: Impossible, but Ryan can’t help but think Luke is acting like he’s in that movie. 

“I made it!” Luke whispers loudly.

“I can see that.” 

The elder Munson boy shakes his little brother off his blankets before lifting them and slipping beneath with his flashlight. He waves his brother in to join him, and the smaller boy crawls in after, bony elbows not caring where they land.

Ryan gently shoves his brother over a few inches and makes himself comfortable in their makeshift tent. 

“Okay,” he says, “let’s start.”

Luke settles on his bottom and tucks his legs up to his chest, arms wrapping around them. His feet excitedly tap against the mattress, the legs of his Hot Wheels pajamas swishing together.

“This plan has to be super secret,” he says.

“Well, yeah, it doesn’t work if they know what we’re doing!”

“We gotta be scuttle,” Luke says, nodding at his brother.

Ryan’s eyes narrow as he looks at the smaller boy in confusion.

“What?”

“Scuttle,” Luke says with a shrug, like his brother is dumb. “Like…not obvious.”

It takes the seven-year-old a few moments to decipher what he means.

“Wait. Do you mean subtle?”

“Yeah, that.” Luke waves a dismissive hand as if they’re the same thing. “Anyway, they can’t catch on. But what do we do? I don’t think we can make them kiss.”

“No, I don’t think so,” Ryan agrees. He tilts the flashlight back and forth in his hands, different shadows casting against the top of their tent. “I think they hugged before. Besides, friends hug.”

Luke sighs. “How are we supposed to know the boring things grown-ups do when they like each other.” He pauses before his face lights up. The little boy realizes he doesn’t need to necessarily know about grown-up relationships. “Wait!”

Ryan blinks a few times as his little brother’s gaze slowly slides to him.

“You like someone,” Luke says, jabbing a finger in Ryan’s direction. 

“Huh?” Clearly, playing dumb isn’t going to work when Ryan’s face is turning a deep shade of scarlet. 

“Natalie!” Luke says. “You like her!”

“No, I—”

“What would you wanna do with Natalie if you were with her?” Luke doesn’t care about his brother’s protests; they have a mission to accomplish.

A deep sigh comes from Ryan’s lips as he resigns himself to this conversation. He shrugs as he thinks about what goes through his head when he’s over at the Harrington house.

“I usually just wanna sit next to her.”

“But you do that,” Luke says. “What do you wanna do that you don’t? Besides kiss her because eww.”

If Ryan thought this conversation couldn’t become more embarrassing, he would’ve been wrong. He’s starting to think no plan is going to come of this, it’ll just be a conversation to embarrass him.

“I don’t know,” Ryan groans, the heat in his face stifling. “Hold her hand?”

“Yes!”

Luke jumps up, and Ryan has to leap forward to cover the five-year-old’s mouth. 

“Shhhh! Do you wanna get caught?”

“Sorry,” Luke hisses.

“You’re the one who said we gotta keep it super secret!”

“How do we get them to hold hands?” Luke ignores his brother altogether. 

Ryan’s tongue pokes out of his lips as he thinks. His fingers tap against the side of the plastic flashlight, providing a steady beat as background noise. 

“Well, you’ve gotta hold someone’s hand when we’re in the parking lot…” Ryan muses.

“Hey, so do you!”

It’s past the boys’ bedtime, and Ryan doesn’t have the energy to point out that his brother is obviously the one who needs more supervision. Or maybe a leash, he’s considered more than a few times.

“So, maybe if you hold one of their hands…” A spark lights up Ryan’s eyes as the idea forms. He sits up straighter, knocking over the flashlight in his lap. He’s quick to fix it before continuing. “And then you hold the other one’s and then you could put their hands together!”

“Yeah!” Luke covers his own mouth when he’s too loud this time. Both boys keep an ear out for Eddie for a few moments before Luke starts again. “But where? Or when?”

“Um…” Ryan’s teeth dig into his bottom lip.

“Oh!” At least Luke remembers to be quiet this time. “We’re going to Chuck E. Cheese this weekend! All of us, right?”

“Not Mom.”

“She doesn’t count,” Luke says with a shake of his head. Ryan thinks nothing of his little brother dismissing their mother like that; he would’ve done the same thing.

“Yeah, the four of us are going,” Ryan says. 

The idea of “the four of you” being Eddie, Ryan, Luke and you is something the boys want so badly that they’re reluctant to hope for it. A wish too precious and fragile to even tell a shooting star.

“We can do it then,” Luke says. 

“Okay, just don’t forget,” Ryan scolds as he nudges his brother’s shoulder.

Luke scoffs.

“I won’t forget. It was my idea to make them love each other in the first place.”

“You’re just the one who said it first,” Ryan counters. He definitely wants it to be known that he has the same wish as his brother. “Is that it, then?”

“Yep,” Luke says with a nod. “The final plan. I make them hold hands.”

“Good.” Ryan switches off the flashlight and rips the blankets off the two of them. The plan is made and now their business is concluded, as far as he’s concerned. “I wanna go to sleep.”

Luke rolls his eyes as he slips out of his brother’s bed.

“You’re so boring,” he whines. 

Ryan ignores him as he makes himself comfortable against his pillows and pulls his blankets back up over his body. 

“Yeah, but you’ll be the one who falls asleep in their cereal in the morning.”

“I only done that once,” Luke huffs. 

“Goodnight, Fruit Loop Head.” Ryan’s voice is pointed as he closes his eyes.

“Night, butt breath,” Luke says as he heads for the door. “Have sweet dreams about our plan working and them falling in looooove.”

The younger boy makes kissy noises as he steps out of his brother’s room, only to be startled by the sound of the master bedroom door swinging open. Luke jumps and his eyes widen as Eddie steps into the hallway. An unimpressed look adorns his face as his hands come up to rest on his hips.

“What’re you doing out of bed?” Eddie asks. Brown eyes stare down into blue ones.

“Uh,” Luke stammers. “I dunno.”

He quickly slips past his father, back into his own room, and makes quick work of tucking himself back in bed. 

Eddie peeks his head in Ryan’s room to see the boy already fast asleep. His brow furrows as he moves to Luke’s room and sees the boy pretending to be asleep already, the fake snoring the icing on the cake. They’re both in bed and Eddie decides that’s good enough for him, he doesn’t want to know any more.

“Sweet dreams, boys,” Eddie says softly before stepping back into his room and gently closing the door behind him. 

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Joseph Quinn photographed by Matt Healy for Man About Town (new/old)

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i love when fic writers who have clearly never tried any kind of alcohol in their lives try to write someone drinking bc they're always like

"he ordered a tall glass of hard liquor. after three large glasses he was feeling tipsy" like babygirl i can't be sure but i think u just sent this man to the hospital

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Thank you so much for including me here, it makes my heart so happy!

Top 5 fanfics of all time?

these are ones that i love and re-read a lot!

as you wish by @corroded-hellfire

living after midnight by @munson-blurbs

this blurb by @jamdoughnutmagician

stuck by @thecreelhouse

sugar daddy by @abitchyouhate

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