#-about 20 something y/o and still not out of high school.

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Single Dad!Eddie x Fem!Reader Series

Summary: After moving to Hawkins to take care of your ailing grandma, you end up spending a wild night with Corroded Coffin's lead singer, Eddie Munson. When you uncover his true intentions, you have no desire to ever see him again, but fate--and his son, Harris--has other plans.

Warnings: smut (18+ only, minors DNI), fingering (f! receiving), oral (m!receiving), slowburn, strangers to enemies to lovers, angst, Eddie is 30, Reader is 28, no use of y/n

WC: 7.5k

Chapter 1/20

Scruffy!Eddie edit credit to @eddiemunsons-missingnipple Divider credit to @saradika

Late August, 1996. 

July had come and gone so quickly, and you could sense it in the muggy air as the daylight dwindled away on the horizon of an orange colored sky. Your heels click along the parking lot pavement as you make your way into the dingy bar. Everyone told you that your twenties would be full of surprises, but no one warned you that those twists and turns would land you in Hawkins, Indiana. 

The neon sign reads The Hideout; well, really, it reads Th H deo t, and the “o” is starting to flicker. You’re not the only one who notices the building’s crumbling exterior. 

“Huh,” Jess says, crossing her arms over her chest. “This place seemed a lot cooler when I was in high school.” Still, she pushes open the door, where you’re immediately hit with the stench of cigarettes and beer. The floor is sticky with what you can only hope is spilled liquor, and you take a seat on a rickety barstool. 

“How did you even hear about this place?” you ask your new friend, tugging your dress so it covers a bit more of your thighs. You had one night out to yourself, and Jess was insistent on you making the most of it. 

“Used to come here all the time when I was, like, sixteen?” She wrinkles her nose. “They’re dirt cheap and they never card, so my friends and I used to get super wasted. Thought we were hot shit.” She flags down the bartender with a wave and a smile. “Anyway, you can’t live in Hawkins and not come to the Hideout at least once. It’s a tradition.”

The bartender, a woman who looks to be in her mid-forties, leans on the counter. “What can I get you ladies?” she asks. Her voice is raspy from what sounds like decades of chain smoking. 

You’re about to order a Bud Light, but Jess cuts you off. “We’ll each have a Hideout Special,” she says confidently. “Make hers a double.”

“Jesus Christ, are you trying to kill me? And what the hell is a Hideout Special?”

She waves off your concern. “Honestly, I have no idea. But it’ll get you buzzed fast.”

You reluctantly agree, sipping on something that tastes vaguely like a mixture of rum and vodka, with the pungency of rubbing alcohol. “That’s awful,” you grimace, and Jess just laughs.

“Yeah, they’re pretty rough going down. But you only have one night to yourself, and you’re gonna make the most of it.” She links her arm through yours, using her free hand to tilt the drink back up to your lips. “Now, drink up. The band’s gonna start playing soon, and you’ll need all the liquor you can get. Trust me.”

Corroded Coffin, the band in question, is warming up in the back room. Tuesday nights   has been their slot since high school, and if their lead singer and guitarist has his way, it’ll be their slot until they’re too old to play. He’s tuning his ax, tongue poking out of his mouth in concentration, only looking up when he hears a faint “oh, shit,” come from his bandmate.

“Y’good?” Eddie asks, strumming gently to play a perfect A-chord.

“Yeah,” Jeff says, holding up a small black box. “Forgot I had this in my pocket; almost dropped it when I took off my jacket.”

Eddie rolls his eyes. “That’s what you get for wearing leather in fuckin’ August, dude.” He squints at the object in Jeff’s hand. “What is that, anyway?”

“A ring,” Jeff proudly announces. “I’m gonna ask Viv to marry me.” The big, goofy grin on his face makes Eddie’s stomach churn. He looks at Gareth and Danny, expecting similar disgusted reactions from them, but they’re both smiling, too. 

“Way to go, man!” Danny says, and Gareth claps Jeff on the back. “Our little Jeff is growing up.”

“Oh, fuck off, man,” Jeff says, but he’s laughing as he accepts the congratulations. He glances expectantly at Eddie, waiting for him to chime in. 

“You two’ve been together for a million years,” Gareth jokes, twirling a drumstick in his free hand. “What made you decide to take the plunge?”

Jeff’s eyes dart around the room. “Okay, I wasn’t supposed to say anything,” he starts, voice hushed, “but Viv’s pregnant!”

“Holy shit!” Danny sputters. “Dude, you’re gonna be a dad!”

“Yeah,” Jeff agrees incredulously. “Fuckin’ wild, isn’t it?” His gaze falls to Eddie. “Does the seasoned professional have any words of wisdom?”

An uncharacteristic silence fills the room. Eddie can feel their eyes burning a hole into his head. He knows what he should say, what Jeff wants to hear, but he can’t bring himself to feign happiness. “You don’t have to marry someone just because you knocked her up.” It comes out with a snarl, meaner than he’d intended. 

“Crazy thought, but have you considered that I actually want to marry her?” Jeff shoots back, crossing his arms over his chest. “We’re not all content being miserable hermits like you are.”

“Whoa, break it up,” Gareth tries, stepping between the two guitarists, but the conversation’s already too heated. 

“I’m not miserable, and I’m not a hermit,” Eddie counters. “I’m just not about to limit myself when there’s plenty of pussy in the sea.”

Jeff rolls his eyes. “Whatever, dude. Thanks for the well wishes.” Eddie can’t help but notice the flash of hurt in his eyes as he walks away. A small part of him feels bad, but he can’t shake the anxiety that unexpected change seems to bring.  

“So, what does this mean for Corroded Coffin?” he asks. “Should we consider this our farewell show?” He tries to ignore the irritated glares he’s getting from Gareth and Danny. It’s like the words fall from his mouth before his brain can process the damage they can do. 

“Obviously, once the baby comes, I’ll have to take a step back,” Jeff shrugs. “And I’m gonna try to work some overtime before it’s born. Save some extra money, y’know.” 

The room had been zapped of joy, and Eddie feeds off of the sullen atmosphere. “Nice commitment to the band,” he sneers. “Glad to see how easily your priorities change.”

“Yeah, man, you should try it sometime,” Jeff snaps. His fists clench, and he looks angry enough to throw a punch. “Maybe you’ll stop acting like an overgrown teenager.” 

Eddie’s about to fight back, jaw locked in place and eyes seeing red, but he’s temporarily grounded by the sound of the manager’s tired voice echoing from the ancient sound system.  

“Put your hands together for Corroded Coffin!” A smattering of applause signals their cue to enter. Eddie tries to shake off the conflict; it can be resolved after they play. The show must go on, or whatever it was that his high school drama teacher always said. 

A balding man with a gruff voice introduces the band as Corroded Coffin. Jess’s eyes go wide; she’s already a few Hideout Specials deep and definitely feeling it.

“Oh, shit!” she laughs with a hiccup. “That’s my sister’s boyfriend’s band!” She motions to the bartender to pour her another drink, but you shake your head and just mouth water. The bartender gives you a knowing nod, probably grateful that she won’t have to be the one dealing with Jess tonight.

“Yeah, that’s Jeff!” Jess continues, pointing at a tall guitarist with tight curls. “He’s the one who knocked up Viv!” She cackles like she just made the most hilarious joke. “I totally forgot they were playing tonight.” She frantically waves at him, and he gives a small head nod in acknowledgment.

Your eyes are drawn to someone else: the lanky, ring-clad man who takes center stage. He grips the mic with black polished nails, smirking out into the crowd as he yells, “Hawkins, how’re we doin’ tonight?” The loudest cheers come from Jess, and you join in, letting out an obnoxious “woooooo!” in response.

The noise draws his attention, and you watch as his smirk shifts to something needier, hungrier, even. His big brown eyes land on you and Jess, leaving you momentarily breathless. He’s absolutely gorgeous, light stubble on his cheeks and above his plush lips. He’s wearing a white V-neck that shows off a dusting of chest hair. His torn black jeans hang low on his hips, accentuated with a studded belt. A gleaming pair of silver handcuffs are clipped to one of the loops.

“All right!” he calls back. “Well, this first one goes out to the pretty girl in the blue dress at the bar. Wait for me after the show, Sweetheart.” He counts out to four, and they launch into a cover of Def Leppard’s Pour Some Sugar on Me.

It doesn’t even register until Jess nudges you, more forcefully than necessary, and says, “Hey, you’re wearing a blue dress!”

Oh. 

Oh. 

“Who…who is he?” you ask, feeling a warmth spread through your core that you’re sure isn’t from the alcohol. 

“That,” Jess says, leaning on you for balance, “is Eddie Munson. Total freak back in high school, but now he’s just got a reputation for being a freak in the sheets.” She throws you a clumsy wink and adds, “looks like you’ll get to find out for yourself tonight.”

“I’m not really a one-night stand kind of person,” you counter, internally cringing at the memories of your feeble attempts at hooking up, all of which inevitably ended with you pining after them pathetically. 

Jess rolls her eyes. “Come on,” she whines, taking note of the way you and Eddie can’t seem to tear your gazes from each other. “Your dad leaves tomorrow, and then you’ll be spending your nights taking care of your grandma. You gotta live a little!”

Plopping back down onto the barstool, you consider her sentiment. It’s true; once your dad goes back home, you’ll be the one helping out in the evenings. And the new school year starts next week, leaving you with little time for yourself. 

Your whole life has been spent helping others. You became a teacher to shape young minds and provide them with a safe place to learn and express themselves. You moved to a tiny town in the middle of Indiana to look after your grandma. Even now, you’re babysitting Jess and ensuring she doesn’t dehydrate instead of letting loose and ordering another drink. 

“Fine, but only if he brings it up,” you concede. “I’m not gonna be the one to make the first move.”

The band moves on to their next song; it’s either an original or one you’re not familiar with, but you find yourself dancing to the beat. Jess joins you, writhing her body in some kind of drunken jig that has you cackling. You’re having such a great time that you don’t even notice Eddie tripping over a few chords as he watches you sway your hips back and forth. 

Corroded Coffin plays for another forty minutes. You recognize some Metallica and Black Sabbath songs, headbanging along until you’re dizzy. The bartender slides you another drink—on the house, she insists—and you sip it eagerly, trying to quell your nerves. Eddie shouts out, “thank you, Hawkins!” and disappears backstage with the rest of the band. 

You can’t ignore the dejected pain in your heart, but you muster up a smile and turn to Jess. “Ready to get out of here?”

She shakes her head, putting her palm on the bar to steady herself. “You still have to wait for Eddie,” she teases. “You promised.”

You cock your eyebrow in amusement. “First of all, Drunky McWasted, I didn’t promise anything,” you say, “and second, show’s over and, uh, he’s not here.” You swivel around for emphasis. 

“Give him a fucking second, would ya?” The comment doesn’t come from your friend, and you turn around to see Eddie standing behind you. He’s got a towel around the back of his neck, mopping up the sweat from his performance. His hair is pulled back into a low ponytail, and you can see the remnants of kohl eyeliner smudged around his lash line. “Had to clean myself up a little bit, damn.” He smiles, and you feel like you’re going to melt. 

Jess interrupts, pushing you closer to him. “Eddie, this is my neighbor.” When you still don’t say anything, too awestruck to introduce yourself, she tells him your name. 

Eddie nods, letting his fingers graze yours. “What’d you think of the set?” He grins at the bartender, who gives a small head bob and hands him a whiskey, neat. 

“It was good,” you manage, finally finding your voice. “I especially liked the song you dedicated to the pretty girl in the blue dress.” There. You flirted. The rest is up to him.

“Yeah?” He rests his forearm on the bar and leans over to take his glass. “Was kinda hopin’ you would. Soon as I saw you, I knew I had to shoot my shot.” His eyes flit over the low-cut neckline of your dress before he drags his gaze back to your eyes. “You new to Hawkins?”

“Mhm,” you say, watching as he fumbles with a pack of Newports. “I moved here to take care of my grandma.” Good going. Nothing turns a guy on like talking about your elderly relatives.

But Eddie’s unfazed. “Hot and nice? A lethal combo, if I do say so myself.”

“What about you?” you blurt out. “I mean, have you always lived in Hawkins?”

He shrugs. “Been back and forth. Came here when I was nine, left when I was twenty-two, then came back about four years ago.”

“What brought you back? Missed all the excitement?” You laugh and he gives a small smile, but an emotion you can’t pinpoint crosses over his face.

“Somethin’ like that,” Eddie mutters, popping a cigarette between his lips. “Wanna go outside an’ have a smoke with me?”

“I’d love to,” you say with an apologetic tone, “but I really don’t wanna leave her alone.” You motion to your friend, who is currently trying to convince the bartender to let her have another drink. But as soon as she hears you using her as an excuse, she waves you off.

“Go,” she insists. “I’ll be fine. ‘M gonna have Jeff take me back home.” She stands on her tiptoes, nearly falling over, flailing both her arms wildly when she spots Jeff in the crowd and shouting, “Jeffy! Jeffy, can you drive me home so these two can have sex?”

You feel your face heat up at her words as Eddie shakes his head incredulously, lips twisting into a cocky grin. The last thing Jeff wants to do after Eddie’s earlier tantrum is help him get laid, but he knows there will be hell to pay if he doesn’t watch after his inebriated sister-in-law-to-be.

“Yeah, sure,” he grumbles, carefully looping his arm around her waist and helps her to his car. He appears to deliberately avoid making eye contact with Eddie, though you don’t know why. The two of them seemed to be getting along just fine on stage. The rest of the band leaves with them, carrying various instruments. No one even acknowledges Eddie’s presence. 

“Uh, everything okay?” You can’t not pretend you didn’t notice; the tension is far too obvious.

Eddie brushes it off with another shrug. “Guys all got sticks up their asses, I dunno.” He pulls a black Bic lighter from his back pocket and motions towards the door, signaling your cue to walk out with him and drop the conversation.

Chirping crickets and a rowdy group of drunks shouting obscenities at each other punctuates the otherwise quiet atmosphere. Eddie looks at you expectantly, holding out his lighter, and you realize that he’s waiting for you to take out your own pack of cigarettes. A pack of cigarettes that you do not have.

“Oh, I, um, I don’t smoke,” you stammer, biting your tongue in irritation towards your own awkwardness. “I mean, I’ll smoke, like, socially, but I don’t carry cigarettes on me. Sorry.”

“Wanna bum one?” You pluck one from the pack and lean in as he lights it for you. The crisp inhale of tobacco lingers in your lungs for a moment before you breathe out, grateful that you didn’t cough like a middle schooler stealing cigs from her mom’s stash. You take another drag, watching as he does the same. You’d thought that there would be some level of conversation, but Eddie seems perfectly content smoking in silence.

“So,” you finally say, “how long have you been playing guitar?”

He chuckles and pushes his hand through his hair, stopping where it’s gathered into a hair tie. The perspiration on his forehead is starting to dry, but his bangs still stick to it. “Shit, gotta be twenty years now. Damn, I’m fuckin’ old.”

“How old are you?” It comes out more accusing than inquisitive, and you sharply inhale more nicotine to shut yourself up.

“Turned thirty last month.”

“Oh, that’s not old,” you reassure him. “I’m twenty-eight, so…not far behind.” 

He doesn’t say anything in response to this. Maybe you’d misread his intentions. Or maybe he’d lost interest after just a few moments alone with you. The pretty girl in the blue dress quickly becomes the lame girl in the blue dress, and you both return home unsatisfied.

You try again, this time saying something that warrants a response. “I just moved here last week, if you have any recommendations of places to go. Restaurants or something?”

Eddie shakes his head. “Nah, ‘s pretty boring around here.” 

End of conversation.

“Well, I should probably get home,” you say, shifting your weight onto your other foot and stubbing out your cigarette in the nearby ashtray. There’s no sense in wasting anymore time, and the nighttime chill is biting at your bare legs. 

“Wait, what?” Eddie practically does a double-take. “I thought…didn’t Viv’s sister say something about…”

Or maybe you’d read the situation correctly after all.

“You still want to?” 

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I?” He ashes his own cigarette, and the smirk returns to his face. “Your place or mine?”

Considering the fact that your place is currently housing an eighty-year-old woman with declining cognition, and your father, you quickly jump at the offer to go to his home. 

You walk with him to his car, a beat-up blue sedan. He opens the passenger door, and you thank him with a tight smile, still not sure what to expect. Maybe he’s just not into small talk, but he seems awfully closed off for a man who’s trying to get laid.

A tangle of tree-shaped air fresheners hang from the rearview mirror; they sway slightly as the two of you plop in your seats. Instinctively, you look behind you as he turns the key in the ignition. Nestled into the far left side of the backseat is a carseat. Cheerio crumbs are wedged in the crevices, and an empty sippy cup leans up against it.

“Is that a carseat?” It’s a dumb question; of course it’s a carseat, but you can’t bring yourself to be more blunt and ask if he has a kid. I mean, the guy couldn’t even tell you a single restaurant to go to.

“Oh. Yeah.” Eddie reaches around, placing a ringed hand on the back of your headrest as he backs out of the spot. He doesn’t elaborate on the matter, just speeds out of the parking lot, so you don’t push it.

The words, I love kids; I’m actually a preschool teacher, linger on your lips, but you bite them back. This is supposed to be casual, a one-night stand; you’re not trying to be anyone’s stepmother.

Eddie flicks on the radio to a metal station–of course–and you sit back and try to enjoy the ride. You can faintly hear him humming along to the music. The fingers on his left hand drum on the steering wheel, while his right hand finds its way to your upper thigh. Fuck, it feels good. He gently squeezes, and the sensation of his cold metal rings combined with his hungry touch makes you involuntarily press your legs together.

“Just wait, Sweetheart,” he laughs. “There’s more where that came from.” It’s probably the most he’s said to you all night, and you consider it a small win. You lean in and gently nip at his earlobe, grinning as he shivers at the contact.

“There’s more where that came from,” you echo, shifting back in your seat. Eddie looks at you, brows raised and forehead creased in amusement, but–big surprise–says nothing. He pulls into an apartment complex parking lot, swinging into the nearest available spot, and kills the engine. Without the music or the steady hum of the ignition, you’re suddenly plunged into complete silence. Are you really doing this? Going to a stranger’s apartment to have sex with him? What if he’s some sort of serial killer? But Jess knows him–sort of–and vouched for him, so he can’t be all bad, right? Although, Ted Bundy had friends, too…

Eddie clearing his throat disrupts your inner monologue, and you glance up at him shyly. “Sorry,” you mutter, though you’re not quite sure what you’re apologizing for.

“No biggie,” he says, like he’s used to women just spacing out in his car before they fuck him. “Um, y’ready to go inside?”

You nod, opening your door and carefully stepping out onto the uneven pavement. You wobble a little in your high heels, but you feel a hand on your lower back, steadying you. “Lemme help you,” he mumbles, lacing his fingers through yours and guiding you to the front door of the building. 

The two of you only make it to the stairwell between the first and second floors before he’s pouncing on you, your back against the cold concrete walls. His hands start on your waist, traveling upwards and lightly grazing your breasts before he’s cupping your face. His kisses are hungry, but not sloppy; when his tongue breaches your lips, you let him in without a second thought. He places his knee between your legs, just barely nudging it against your lace thong. “Fuck,” he hisses, pulling away from you and running his tongue over his teeth, “I need you, pretty girl.” 

You pout, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him deeply. “Can’t get naked until we’re in your apartment.” You pause before whispering in his ear, “and if you thought this dress looked good on me, wait till you see it on your floor.”

Eddie’s eyes widen. “‘S just another flight of stairs after this, yeah?” He doesn’t wait for a response, just takes your hand again and leads you to apartment 3C. There are a few Hot Wheels cars scattered on the ground, but he kicks them under the couch without further explanation. He sits down, adjusts his body on the soft beige cushion, and pats his lap. “Your throne,” he says cheekily, exposing tiny dimples on either side of his lips.

Wordlessly, you climb on top of him. Your dress bunches up as you straddle his waist, though that won’t be a problem much longer. You greedily grind your clothed pussy over the rough denim of his fly, sucking on his neck as his strong hands clasp the back of your thighs and pull you closer.

“Needy thing, hmm?” Eddie smirks, chuckling when you feign offense. “Where’re you going? ‘M just teasing you.” He sits up a bit, tugging one dress strap down and kissing the flesh between your neck and shoulder. “Maybe I read it wrong, but…y’look like a girl who likes to be teased,” he says, voice muffled by your skin. 

“N-No, I do. Like it,” you stammer, fumbling with the frayed hem of his shirt and lifting it over his head. You run your hands over the expanse of pale skin, admiring his tattoos. There’s one of a red guitar pick right above his left pec; without thinking, you kiss it gingerly. He lets out a quiet moan, unzipping your dress and helping you shimmy out of it. You’re not wearing a bra, and he nearly chokes on his own tongue when he sees you on display for him.

“Christ, baby,” he groans, “got the most perfect fuckin’ tits I’ve ever seen.” He kisses them and runs his thumbs over your pert nipples before briefly sucking on them. The nickname baby isn’t lost on you, but you try not to read into it. 

Still, there’s a sense of satisfaction at the way he’s crumbling literally beneath you, though you can’t help but snarkily say, “bet you say that to all the girls you bring back here.”

Eddie throws his head back and laughs, sending vibrations through your core. “Only the ones with perfect tits.”

You hate yourself for wondering how many perfect-breasted women there have been.

“Bedroom?” It’s all you can manage, already breathless from dry humping like a goddamn teenager on prom night.

Eddie hesitates before shaking his head, a curl falling loose from the hair tie. “Let’s just, uh, stay out here. Room’s kinda a mess.” The unsure expression on his face hints at another reason, but he quickly distracts you by pushing your panties to the side, slipping his middle finger into your aching cunt. “Holy shit. S’fucking wet already. I knew you were needy.”

“Y-Yes. Need you. Need more.” You’re already stretched out by one finger, but you’re dying to know how a second one feels. The more of him inside you, the better. He obliges, fucking you with his pointer and middle fingers while his thumb makes tiny, hurried circles against your clit. “That’s it, right…right there. Don’t stop; please don’t stop!” He brings you to your orgasm, smirking as you finish all over his fingers. 

Your rocking slows, and you reluctantly pull yourself off of him and sink to your knees. He’s unbuckling his belt as fast as he can, and you can’t help but notice the wet spot on his jeans right where you were grinding on his thigh.

Eddie’s pants and plaid boxers are around his ankles in a heartbeat. His hard cock rests against his stomach; a pearly bead of pre-cum leaks from the tip. “Let’s see what that cute little mouth can do, Sweetheart,” he muses, leaning back into the couch with his hands behind his head.

You bite your lower lip. “First I gotta clean you off, yeah?” you ask before licking the tip, tasting him. His length twitches at that minimal contact, which makes you giggle. “Just relax. Let me take care of you.” There’s no protesting, so you grasp the base of his shaft with one hand and cup his balls with the other. You suck on the head, circling it with your tongue, before taking as much of the rest of his cock as you can fit into your mouth. 

“Mmm, baby, yes,” he growls, inhaling sharply when you gently tug on his balls. “Thas’ a good girl. Play with my fuckin’ balls, just like that.” He bucks up his hips, bringing his cock even further down your throat. “Gag on it, baby. Gag on my big fuckin’ cock.”

He’s not wrong; at least, it’s the biggest of any guy you’ve ever been with. Hollowing out your cheeks, you increase your pace, letting your nose brush against his patch of dark curls. Saliva drips down your chin; you swipe at it clumsily and keep your focus on him. 

“Shitshitshitshitshit–FUCK!” Before you can even process what’s happening, Eddie pulls out of you. Thick, hot ropes of cum trickle down his right hand, and he buries his face in his left. You reach for a tissue and hand it to him, and he angrily wipes off his spend. 

“Gimme fifteen minutes, and I’ll be good to go,” he says, tossing the used tissue in a nearby wastebasket. He finds the remote tucked behind a couch cushion and clicks on the TV. An episode of Seinfeld comes on. “You’ll do,” he mutters, plopping down next to you and poorly stifling a yawn.

“Sleepy?” you tease, wrapping your naked chest in an itchy wool blanket and curling up. He doesn’t put his arm around you, or make any attempt to cuddle, so neither do you.

“Nah, ‘m fine.” But nearly five minutes later, while Jerry and Elaine argue about God-knows-what, you can hear Eddie softly snoring next to you.

“Eddie,” you whisper. No response, so you try a little louder. “Eddie!”

“Huh? What?”

“I can, uh, I can go now. I’ll call a cab. Just need your address.” You start to get up and head for the phone hanging on the wall, but he puts an arm out to stop you.

“‘S’okay. Stay for a bit, baby.”

Stay for a bit, baby.

It almost feels like you’re taking advantage of him; his curt conversations and closed-off demeanor earlier in the night indicated that he was not looking for someone to sleep over. But now he’s asking you to stick around, resting his head on your shoulder and letting one tattooed arm drape over your waist. You let him stay there, trying your best not to wake him, but you’re forced to reach over him to grab the remote when an infomercial starts blaring.

“C’mere,” he mumbles, half-asleep as he lays down and scoots himself as far back as he can. You follow his lead, pressing your back against his bare chest. Your eyelids flutter shut, and you find yourself drifting off while wrapped in the warm embrace of this handsome stranger.

RRRRIIIINNGGG! RRRRIIIINNGGG!

You’re startled awake by a loud, unfamiliar noise that doesn’t sound like your alarm clock. 

RRRRIIIINNGGG! RRRRIIIINNGGG!

Eddie jolts up, almost knocking you off the couch. “Shit, didn’t think you were still…” He turns towards the ringing sound, still confused. “What time is it?!” His eyes widen as he gets a look at the clock, which reads 7:19. “Shit, shit, shit! Son of a bitch!” 

He practically flies off of the couch, sprinting to the phone and bringing the receiver to his ear. “Wayne? Yeah, I’m sorry…overslept. I can be there in ten…no, you don’t have to do that, I’ll just…okay, okay, fine. See you soon.” He hangs up with a clank, turning back to you. 

You’re just sitting on the sofa, still wearing nothing but your underwear and the blanket. “Everything…um, is everything okay?”

“Yeah, yeah,” he says, but he lets out an overwhelmed sigh. “Let me help you find your dress.” He doesn’t say it aloud, but the real meaning behind his words seeps through: you should leave.

You nod, feeling the all-too recognizable lump in your throat. It happens any time these shared intimate moments come to an end; the realization of just how temporary you are in someone’s life is a punch to the stomach.

You find the bunched blue garment behind the couch and slide it over your head. The fabric feels stale and cold against your skin, like it doesn’t belong to you. Eddie’s only wearing his boxers, and you catch yourself staring at the collection of tattoos that trail down his arms and torso.

“Like what you see?” He laughs when you duck your head, scratching at the stubble on his cheeks as he walks towards you. “C’mon, don’t be shy. Not after that little show you put on for me last night.” He leans down, tilting your chin up to him and kissing you softly. “Before you go, leave your number, yeah?”

That makes you roll your eyes. “Oh, please,” you scoff, crossing your arms over your chest.

“What?”

“Don’t ask for my number if you’re not gonna call,” you say. You sling your bag over your shoulder as you walk to the door. “We don’t have to do the whole song-and-dance. We can just, y’know, leave this as a one-night stand.”

Eddie chuckles incredulously. “You wound me, Sweetheart,” he says. “‘Course I’m gonna call you. How could I not wanna see a girl as beautiful as you again? ‘Sides,” he adds slyly, “We didn’t even get to the best part.”

Begrudgingly, you write your number on a nearby notepad. The phrase don’t get my hopes up for nothing sits on the tip of your tongue, but you bite it back.

You’re halfway down the stairwell when you remember that you never called a cab. There’s no way in hell that you’re going to clamber back up to the third floor and ask Eddie to use his phone–and get his address–so you continue down to the lobby payphone and dial Jess’s number.

“H-Hello?” a man’s sleepy voice picks up on the third ring.

“Uh, Jess?” It’s clearly not your neighbor, but you have no idea what else to ask. Did she find some skeezy guy to bring home from the Hideout last night? 

“Nah, it’s Jeff. Who’s this?” When you say your name, he hums in acknowledgment. “Oh, yeah. From the bar, right?”

“Yeah…is Jess there?”

He yawns into the receiver. “Last I checked, she was asleep. Finally. She spent half of last night puking her guts up. Everything okay?”

“Mhm. I was just wondering if she could pick me up from…um, from Eddie’s.” You cringe at your admission; the last thing you want is for Eddie’s bandmates to think that you’re some kind of pathetic groupie.

But Jeff seems unfazed. “I’ll be right there.” Before you can protest, he hangs up. 

You catch a glimpse of yourself in the glass-door reflection. Your hair is a mess, and there’s smudged makeup around your eyes and lips, like a billboard for the walk of shame.

Jeff pulls up a few minutes later, and you bashfully climb into the passenger seat. “Thanks,” you mumble, trying not to let your humiliation show through.

“Yeah, well,” he shrugs as he pulls onto the main road, “it’s a special occasion.” When you pinch your eyebrows together in confusion, he laughs. “Ed never lets a girl stay over. Not sure what you did–don’t wanna know, to be honest–but you must’ve made quite the impression.”

“Didn’t mean to,” you say quietly. “We both fell asleep after…yeah. We only woke up when we did because some guy named Wayne called.”

Jeff nods knowingly. “That’s his uncle. He watches his son on Tuesdays when we have our gigs.” 

His…son?

Jeff must notice the stunned expression on your face, and his cheeks flush pink. “Shit, he didn’t tell you about Harris?”

“We didn’t do much talking,” you reply wryly. “I’ll have to ask him about that when he calls.”

“Christ,” Jeff shakes his head. “Hate to be the bearer of bad news, but he’s not gonna call. Never does. Calls it the ‘Cat-and-Mouse.’”

“The what?” Your throat goes bone-dry. You should’ve trusted your intuition, denied giving him your number, left it as a one-time thing.

“He brings a girl back to his place, has sex with her and asks for her number, but doesn’t call. When she shows up to the bar the next week, all insecure and wondering if he’s still interested, he acts like he’s been so busy, apologizes profusely, and strings her along until she catches on. Then it’s onto the next one.”

You feel like your heart’s been ripped out of your chest. Bile burns at the back of your esophagus, and you have to blink back tears. How could you be so stupid, so naive? Didn’t you know by now that guys like Eddie Munson are only after one thing?

The two of you sit in silence until he pulls up to your building. “Thanks,” you say finally, “for the ride and for the warning.” Jeff just nods, watching to make sure you get inside before driving off. As soon as he’s safely down the road, you burst into tears. Angry at Eddie, but mostly angry at yourself.

Eddie watches from his window as you get into a car–Jeff’s car–and leave. Great, he thinks, I’m sure I’ll get my ass handed to me at our next practice for fucking around with his sister-in-law’s friend. If we even still have a band, anyway.

Throwing on a pair of dark gray sweatpants and an undershirt, he makes his way downstairs just as Wayne and Harris arrive. His son is leaping out of his carseat to get to him.

“Daddy!” Harris flashes a gigantic smile. His dark brown curls are a tangled mess atop his head. Eddie unbuckles him and wraps him in a giant hug. He’s losing the chubbiness of his baby fat, but he’s still sweet and cuddly.

“Har-Bear!” Eddie laughs. “Did you say goodbye to Grampa Wayne?” Harris encircles Eddie’s waist with his legs, reaching out his arms to give Wayne a hug through the window.

“Sorry again,” Eddie says sheepishly. “Fell asleep and forgot to set the alarm.”

“Got a job yet? A real one?” Wayne asks stoically, ignoring his nephew’s apology.

A storm cloud washes over Eddie’s face. “I’ve told you a million times: nothing’s going to pay the bills as well as working for Rick.”

Wayne rolls his eyes. “Get a job,” he says pointedly, pressing a kiss to Harris’s cheek before lowering his voice and growling at Eddie, “and wipe the damn lipstick off your neck, for Chrissake.”

Jeff’s right: Eddie never calls. The home health aid that takes care of your grandma during the day informs you at the end of each shift that week that no one named Eddie called for you. And while you can’t say you’re shocked, it doesn’t do much to quell the hurt.

You spend as much time as you can preparing your classroom for the new school year. By the time you’re finished, the room is decorated to look like a jungle. Stuffed animals of lions, monkeys, and different birds line the shelf tops, which are packed with various books and art supplies. Your walls are decorated with different posters, all of which encourage kids to be their best. 

The hustle and bustle of the first day of school helps keep your mind off of your personal life. With a thermos full of hot coffee, you happily introduce yourself to your teaching assistant, Will. He’s a sweet guy, a few years younger than you, and he’s practically bursting with games to teach the kids.

“Before I forget,” he says, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a folded piece of paper, “I picked up our roster from the office on my way in. Looks like we have ten kids this year.”

“You’re the best,” you tell him gratefully, and he starts putting tiny chairs around tiny tables.

Being new to town, you don’t expect to recognize any of the names on the list. There’s an Abigail Carver, a Joshua Harrington…

And a Harris Munson.

“No fucking way,” you muse, apparently a bit louder than you’d intended, because Will’s head snaps up and he swivels in your direction. “Sorry.”

The sounds of bubbly giggles and excited chatter filing into the hallway grab your attention. One by one, parents start dropping off their kids, kissing them goodbye. There are tears–some from students, some from parents–and you’re quick to reassure everyone that school will be so much fun.

You’re just grabbing the sign-in sheet for Mr. Carver to fill out when you feel a small thump against your legs. When you look down, you see a curly-haired boy staring up at you with wide, brown eyes. 

“This is my classroom!” he says matter-of-factly, pointing to the number 3 on the door. “My name’s Harris. Like the guy from Iron Maiden!” He jumps up and down as he speaks. “Are you my teacher?”

“I am.” You smile and introduce yourself, peering towards the door. “Harris? Did a grown-up drop you off?” And please tell me his name is Wayne, you silently plead. 

“Oh, yeah! My dad has my backpack!” He starts running back to the hallway, only to crash right into Eddie. 

“Little dude, you can’t be running off like—” Eddie stops mid-sentence when his eyes land on you. “Oh, shit.”

You set your jaw, willing yourself to stay strong. He’s on your turf now. 

“Mr. Munson, you need to watch your language,” you warn crossly. 

“Yeah, sorry,” he mutters, handing Harris’s backpack to him. “I packed him a snack, um, and a juice box.”

“Okay,” you nod, crouching down to Harris’s eye level and injecting enthusiasm into your voice. “Can you find your cubby? It’s the one with your name on it!”

The little boy bounds over to his assigned spot, hanging his bag on the hook before running over to play with blocks. 

Forced to interact with Eddie, you press up on your knees and say, “Pick-up is at two.”

“Can I say goodbye to my kid before you kick me out? Jeez,” he grunts, calling out to Harris with his arms wide open. Harris hugs him, half-heartedly promising to be on his best behavior before starting to race back to the toys. 

“We walk in the classroom,” you tell him sweetly. “That way, people don’t hurt each other!” You make a point to look over at Eddie when you say the last part, though his gaze is trained on the classroom posters. Harris, innocent and oblivious, walks hurriedly towards the group of kids playing with blocks. 

“Didn’t know you were my kid’s teacher,” Eddie remarks, pressing his tongue into his cheek. 

You shrug. “Maybe I would’ve told you if you called me.”

Shooting you the wide eyes that he passed down to his son, Eddie lets his lower lip jut out in a little pout. “I’m so sorry; life’s just been, like, crazy lately—”

“Exactly what Jeff said you’d pull,” you bite back. “Two PM, Mr. Munson.” You walk towards your students to begin circle time, leaving Eddie dumbfounded. 

After a long day of wrangling ten four-year-olds, you’re ready to go home and take a nap. The kids are gathered around the table, molding Play-Doh and giggling amongst themselves. By 2:10, everyone’s been picked up. Except for Harris.

“Typical,” you mutter, kneeling next to the boy and smiling sweetly. “Whatcha making, Harris?”

He holds up a lump of the yellow clay. “A dinosaur, see? Roar!” You fake being scared, and he laughs. “Don’t worry; it’s just pretend!”

“Oh, phew!” You wipe imaginary sweat off of your brow. “I was afraid that he was gonna eat me!”

Harris reaches over to where one of the other students had been sitting and plucks a handful of blue Play-Doh off of the table. “Wanna play with me?” He’s looking at you adoringly, and you can’t possibly turn him down.

Just as you’re about to join him, Eddie runs into the room. “Hey, buddy! Sorry I’m late. Got, uh, caught up with something.” 

Harris just shrugs, unaffected by his dad’s tardiness. “S’okay. Look!” He holds up the dinosaur proudly, giving another ferocious roar.

“That’s awesome! And super scary.” Eddie ruffles Harris’s curly hair before looking at you. “Can we talk for a sec? Out there?” he asks, gesturing to the hallway.

You huff out a sigh. “Fine,” you concede, and Will slips into the chair next to Harris. 

Eddie closes the door behind him. “Listen,” he begins, twisting his rings around his fingers, ”about the other night…” He trails off, and for a split second, you think he might offer a genuine apology. “I just don’t want this to affect how you treat Harris.”

You bark out an incredulous laugh. “You really think I treat my students any differently based on whether or not I like their parents?” Crossing your arms, you turn back towards the door, throwing out a pointed, “I think it’s best if you leave now.”

Eddie’s voice draws you back into the conversation. “I’ve never had this problem before,” he snorts. 

“Excuse me?”

“Most girls love the thrill of the chase. The will-he, won’t-he. Haven’t struck out yet,” he retorts, a smug grin spreading on his face. 

You roll your eyes. “Well, I’m honored to be the first. I don’t know what girls are into your pathetic games, but I’m certainly not one of them. So, please, just go before you say something else ridiculously stupid.”

Eddie bristles at that, standing a bit straighter and clenching his jaw. “Yeah, whatever,” he mutters, twisting the doorknob and punctuating his frustration with, “Frigid bitch.”

He’s just trying to get under your skin, and you refuse to let him get the best of you. You plaster on a well-practiced fake smile. “If you don’t think that this classroom is a good fit for Harris, you can request a transfer with the office.”

“Sounds like a plan, Sweetheart,” he snaps, yanking the door open so aggressively that it smacks into the wall. “We’ll be out of your hair by tomorrow.”

“Can’t come soon enough.”

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ANOMALY PART 1

STILES STILINSKI x MALE READER | O

Warnings : None, Teen Wolf AU, Teen Wolf x Original Male Character, Teen Wolf SPOILER ALERT

Disclaimer : This is a Fan-fiction story written for entertainment purposes only, no part of the story implies or affirms anything regarding real world events or individuals. Please be of the appropriate age ( i.e, Adult as per your country’s stipulations and regulations) before interacting with this post.

Author’s Note : the car in the picture below is Y/N’s new car

“Y/N, I’m leaving for work. Make sure you don’t get late for school, and drive safe, honey!” You heard your mom say as you packed your back for your first day of school, “Okay, Mom! Have a great day at work,” You responded.

You had just moved to Beacon Hills with your mom a day ago because of her new job at a hospital here. The school was about 20 minutes from your house, and you’d only visited once before for admission.

You made your way to the main door, manoeuvring between the still unpacked cartons. Your new house wasn’t particularly big, it was a small 2 Bedroom, 3 Bathroom apartment on the 1st floor. It wasn’t fancy, but you liked how the windows opened into an amazing view of the town.

You sat into your new car; it was by far the thing you were the most excited about, after all… that’s how your mom managed to bribe you when you said you didn’t want to move to some small town and leave Los Angeles. Your new car was a Black 5-seat Volvo XC40 Hybrid. It was as beautiful as they come - the best breaks, sexy design, brand new release, Electric + Gas - And it felt amazing to drive.

With those thoughts in mind, you drove off to school.

Your mom had given you strict instructions that if you got caught skipping school, she would ground you until the next semester and take the keys to the car. As you reached the school, reality began to set in. You were in some faraway town, away from home, away from your only close friend, and didn’t know anyone. But at this point, it was nothing new to you. Your mom was a famous double board-certified general surgeon, and thanks to that title, her job always made her move around the country.

Perhaps this was why you looked down at your new school - Beacon Hills High School - it wasn’t as big, pretty, or well-known as your previous one. Still, on the upside, you had heard interesting stories about the place and how “weird” things kept happening, so you at least hoped you’d run into Bigfoot or something on one of your regular late-night walks. ( A/N: LMAO HE ABOUT TO REGRET THAT- Sorry)

As you parked your car, a chill went up your spine. You really had no idea what to expect. You took in your surroundings as you got down; the grass was long and wild, the buildings were old, and everyone was … well… they didn’t have the same flair as people in LA.

Suddenly, your phone buzzed. It was a message from your best friend that said, “Hey, listen, Y/N, I’m super late for class right now. I wish you all the best for the first day at Beacon Hills. Oh, and don’t be a judgmental bitch, please. It is a town, not LA, but I’m sure you’ll survive. Don’t worry, stay safe and DO NOT GO LOOKING FOR DANGER…also, let me know if there are any hot guys. Maybe I can come over then.”

It was crazy how she basically knew what you were thinking, so you sent her a message saying, “No hot guys in sight … not one,” to which she replied, “STFU and get to class bitch.”

And as you walked towards the school entrance, you decided it was time to start working on becoming a bit more social and meet some friends here… or not, because who cares…right…?

As you locked your car and began walking to the entrance, you saw a blue Jeep parked next to it; it looked pretty banged up as if a lion had scratched it. You just hoped they didn’t accidentally scrape your car.

Two boys were getting out of the jeep. One was tall and athletic, the other an inch shorter and much skinnier. They looked around your age and looked like they were talking about something serious.

You continued walking in. Your first class of the day was AP (advanced placement) Biology. As you walked in, you prayed the teacher wouldn’t make you introduce yourself; you weren’t in the mood… but oh well.

The teacher spoke as you walked in, greeting and asking you to introduce yourself to the class.

“Hey everyone, my name’s Y/N Shepherd. It’s a pleasure to meet all of you!” You said as you saw a beautiful redhead who later introduced herself as Lydia Martin smile and wave at you, signalling for you to sit with her.

You welcomed the friendly gesture, smiling back and walking over to her before taking a seat.

“So, pretty boy, where are you coming from ?” Lydia asked. “LA, and thanks, you’re quite beautiful yourself,” you said, winking at her, which made her blush slightly.

You were always good at this part, faking a smile, being all friendly, sweet and social when really you never cared.”

Before Lydia could continue interrogating you, the class started.

Over the next hour and a half, the lecture went by.

After the lecture ended, Lydia told you that she would go find out where your locker was. She also gave you some tips on the teachers she thought would be easy and hard and things like that and warned you to not step out too late in the night in Beacon Hills. She mentioned that sometimes people hung out together outside of school and invited you along.

“Thanks! This will definitely help me fit in better,” you smiled.

Lydia smiled and walked off after showing you to your locker. As you began to open your locker, two boys suddenly ran up to you and held the locker door shut. You turned around, ready to rid anyone of the false notion that they could even try to bully you, but your gaze softened a bit when you saw the two boys from the jeep next to your car,

“Heyyy, man, sorry I kinda put some stuff … uh … in there and forgot to take it out last semester. Could you just give us a bit so we can take it out?” The shorter, skinnier one said, almost suspiciously, as if there was a dead body in there. “So? Take it out now. I need to put my stuff in,” you said, opening the locker as you noticed the taller boy sigh in defeat. Suddenly, your eyes went wide; the moment you opened the lock, a huge, maybe 10-foot iron chain began to fall out; the loud sound even made teachers step out to see what was happening. The skinny boy spoke up, “Yeah …. About that … uh.. we can explain … um, it was,” “Don’t bother, I don’t really care, just get it out before you make me late for class”, you interrupted, visibly mad that the whole school probably thinks “you” were the psycho who had iron chains in his locker - when that really wasn’t the case. “We’re really sorry about this,” the taller boy said, grabbing the chains and leaving you in peace. You were judging…you were really judging them. You didn’t care about the chains, but the fact that everyone’s gonna think it was you.

You made your way to your economics class, and to your most unpleasant surprise, both those boys were in your class. As if it wasn’t bad enough already, only one seat was left, and it was right beside them. You chuckled at the irony of the situation - You didn’t know whether to laugh, cry, or strangle them, so you decided to ignore them and keep it cool.

The class was easy; you already knew everything, so you couldn’t help but get bored. As you began observing the classroom, the skinny boy passed you a chit - you took it hesitantly - it read, “SO SORRY - Stiles.” And had a smiley face drawn next to “stiles,” which made you think. What the hell is a stiles?

You glance back at the boy only to see him grinning at you; at that moment, you feel something - confusion - before you can do anything, you hear the teacher call you to solve a question on the board.

While solving the problem, you kept glancing at the two boys - you could feel their stares burning through your skin. The teacher seemed impressed when you finished solving the question and said, “You see that, Greenberg? That’s how it’s done.” Damn, this man really hates this Greenberg dude, what’d he do? You thought to yourself as you returned to your seat.

You could still feel the two boys staring holes into you; you were beginning to get irritated. You needed to finish some work, and these boys clearly weren’t helping you concentrate.

As you tried to return to your book, the taller boy mumbled something and pointed his finger at you. You were really starting to lose it, but the two boys suddenly got up, telling the teacher they had to go and ran out of the class - what the fuck is wrong with those two, you thought to yourself.

A while later, you were finally done with classes for the day. So far, it had gone well. The teachers liked you, and your classmates did too. The only issue was the whole corridor thing with those two boys, but as long as you stayed away from them, you’d be fine, you thought.

You received a message from Lydia asking you to come to the benches outside the cafeteria. That’s where she was hanging out with her friends after school. You texted back, letting her know you’d arrive in 5 minutes. You were in the mood for a walk and wanted to get some fresh air after that awkward morning.

As you reached the benches, you were absolutely fucking appalled; how is it that wherever you went, you’d run into those two boys - they were sitting next to Lydia - you sighed, taking a deep breath as you walked over, putting on your best smile.

[scotfraweek]

It’s here guys! The long awaited list for ScotFra Week! Thank you to those of you who voted on the poll/form

I hope you guys like the list I created. I had to really think this through and really decide how I wanted to organize the Themes/Prompts in a way that would not only make sense but that would be interesting and bring out your creative and imaginative ideas to the event.

Now without any further ado, here they are

🌹Day 1 - October 20

Soulmates / Reincarnation

“Maybe we make it in another universe/life”

“Have we met before?”

High School Sweethearts

Differences Attract

❤️Day 2 - October 21

Humanverse VS Fantasy

“We can build something new, for us.”

“Have you ever wondered, of what could’ve been?”

Long-Distance Relationship

🌹Day 3 - October 22

A/B/O or Pirates/Merfolk

“I was here first!”

“Is this what you want?”

Unplanned Pregnancy

Jealousy

❤️Day 4 - October 23

✨F R E E D A Y✨

Anniversary

🌹Day 5 - October 24

Horror / Supernatural (In honor of Halloween)

“Why is there so much blood?!”

“So everything you said was a lie?”

There was only one bed

Serial Killer/ Haunted House

❤️Day 6 - October 25

Artist/Fan or Detectives

“There was a slight miscommunication”

“You’ve never done this before, have you?”

Love = Weakness

Rivalry

🌹 Last Day - October 26

Angst/Hurt or Post Apocalypse

“Do you remember when…?”

“I trusted you!”

Character Death/Still Alive

The End of the World

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so I haven't really found the words to talk about this yet but I'm finally starting to, so here goes -

I'm finding myself with a very minimal, fringe sort of scattered friends in this town. at best I don't fit in with, nor do I have the desire to fit in with, really, any of the travelers or backpackers or working holiday visa people who inhabit this place (btw; anon who warned me not to go here.... 'bogan' isn't what I'd call it but your read on the vibe was right); at worst I'm finding myself on the borderline of being straight up bullied the way I was in high school - no one outright saying mean things to my face, but that very high school esque cocktail of snarky and condescending side comments, people always going off to talk without me, laughing, and stopping laughing immediately once they're back near me, being rude enough to know it's rude but just the right balance where if I say something about it I'm the one who looks weird. how isolating that is and how it pushes you down and down and down and down inside your head. I think as an adult, once you grow up and find yourself out in the world, and get to choose the people you're around, you forget what that was like. Working in the music industry specifically and knowing only one soul in real life with a "regular" job (hi Jo), I've completely forget what that's like. In the spirit of "emotional maturity", I've probably found a way to tell myself it's all kid shit and I made it seem worse than it all was, etc, and maybe it's just people being people.

Maybe that's true.

Specifically, though, the thing I've found myself being harassed over, the main tension point, is my music taste. I've been put into this twilight zone of a reality where everyone around me straight up hates Taylor Swift (in the year 2023 I genuinely didn't think that existed more than a few fringe rondo's, but apparently all those fringe rondo's live in this town), and the ones who don't say "fuck this bitch" out loud every time her music comes on, are, at their warmest, completely indifferent to the fact that she's even alive. I haven't met one person here who would even say they enjoy 1989 or whatever. I work around 20-25 y/o's mostly, and yet I put on Lorde and Maisie and Sabrina and Backseat Lovers and The 1975 and all the pop stuff I'm aware myself and that age group really like (with a bunch of famous Aussie artists thrown in), and I'm asked if we can stop with all the "weird music" and "play things everyone knows and likes" - another twilight zone thing because I had no fucking idea every girl ever wasn't on this type of pop. I put on classic throwback Fall Out Boy and All Time Low and Paramore or even Halsey's hit songs and I'm asked why everything I listen to is "so depressing". I get fully HARASSED about my music taste by the people I work with every single day. like, multiple times an hour snide comments about "weird people music" and shit like that when I really thought my taste was pretty mainstream. then they all put on either like, the most generic of generic Top 40 radio that I didn't even realize people willingly put on; just thought big labels decided it was gonna be successful so shoved it onto commercials and radio and a bunch of Spotify playlists until they gave up, OR music that I literally would need to be borderline overdosing on cocaine to enjoy - I'm talking blasting dubstep club beats and the like... at 5:30am in a coffee shop. And I haven’t said a word to them about it or been mean about it at all, and I try really hard to be polite to them but it just doesn’t matter how nice I am; they feast on me like a pack of hungry lions anyway. I moved here to be outside, and people only ever want to go to the club. Even people I get along with want to go to the damn club every other night at the least, and I’m weird for not wanting to be anywhere near something other than a bar we can have some drinks and laughs - I didn’t even know people still went to clubs, especially not vagabond travelers in an eco tourism hotspot.

And suddenly I am my high school self all over again; feeling completely fucking normal but not falling in, not able to make myself fit no matter how hard I try. I talk to people and people laugh at what I say when we have to make conversation, because, well. I'm fucking likable and I can chat up anybody. and then, for no real reason, 20 minutes later they remember they're supposed to be bullying me and go back to it. just like how it was for me in high school, where I won the “most talkative” superlative and yet when I walked on stage to graduate half the class shouted at me that I was “scum” (lol).

So anyway. That's all to say, I photographed full-band live music last night for the first time in 3 months. And suddenly, doing that, too, I was back in high school. Living in a normal world that everyone else is at and is aware of, but in my own secret pocket of it I've carved out: a pocket where I fit. where I'm still a loser by the standards of everyone around me, but a loser who is doing something objectively cool and objectively impressive, something I thrive at that no one can talk shit about because I'm GOOD. someone I knew but have nothing in common with came up to me last night and said, “I got that you took pictures but then I saw you on stage and was like OHHHH”. and I might not belong anywhere else, might not get along with anyone else, but the second a camera is in my hand and I'm crawling behind a drum kit and jumping off a stage an artist is playing a show on, and the band who I’m acquainted with is smiling at me and they love it, and everyone sees me doing it... I belong there, and I know I belong there, and no naysayer can do or say a word about it... that's what it's all about. like the loser theater kid who comes alive on a stage in front of people when they perform and no one can argue with it anymore. I remembered why I do what I do last night. How I found it (or maybe how it found me) suddenly makes sense all over again; not some poorly made impulsive choice by a girl who was too influenced by wanting to be around the boy bands she liked, committed too hard and got stuck - which is how I've seen it in adult hindsight. live music is the faction of the world that I am just the perfect puzzle piece for. somehow the most niche thing in the world - and it does seem niche once again when surrounded by people like this - is my only solid ground in this life. I am my truest self when I am running around with a camera while someone's singing; a self that anyone can see and immediately will get it. and that's just how it is.

[sea-of-dust]

Happy! Lucky! Smile!

Hhw relationship headcannons

Authors note: yo I had a request and I wanted to answer it but it deleted on me...then the account deactivated....BRO IF UR READING THIS IM SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG. But hey I got it out for ya homie 💪

Kokoro

She adores you! She pinches your checks daily always going on and on about how cute your are <3.

She doesn't like being away from you not even when she has to sleep. She will give you privacy but like as soon as your in school "Y/N!!"

She's energetic normally but when she sees you the energy multiples ten fold.

She almost jumped off a class room from the window to see you.

Your dates consist of going to carnivals, those food truck stands in random alleys, and first row seats to hello happy world shows! You even get to be the witness to hhws next big project. Totally doesn't involve Kaoru going somewhere high

She doesn't tell you outright but she has the suits on you just incase

Private time with her you always end up playing a game together where you end up being super tired so you sleep over at hers, only on breaks tho that's when you two don't have school the next day then you just leave early. Doesn't stop her from sleeping over at yours tho. She packed like she's staying for weeks.

Her dream dates a date where you two hangout quite literally when tomorrow begins she's already outside banging your window "Y/N!!! Y/N LETS GO ON AN ADVENTURE~!" "Kokoro?!? It's like 11:20?!" "Come on come on let's go!!" You stood there shocked but got ready anyway by 11:50 you two were out of there "Why are we waiting outside- ily but don't tell me you woke me out for a stupid reason..." "were waiting for it to reach 12:00" "...your kidding me" she wasn't. The rest of the day consisted of hot air balloon rides, arcades, roller coasters, and ending it off with a sleepover.

She let's you see behind the scenes that the public usually doesn't

She doesn't get jealous like at all. Your with someone else for a long time doesn't mind

You made a joke using a ring pop asking to marry her you had to convince her not to go through with the wedding like she already rented out a whole city just incase.

She sometimes sneaks up to your classroom windows during her lunch break she broke into your gym class once too...

She found out you liked video games and once she totally didn't rummage through your things to find your favorite one you'd find a present by the door of the games merch, Misaki managed to stop her from setting it up

The band also finds you fun and a better event organizer than Kokoro. She may have cool ideas but sweet Jesus were they dangerous. You made sure those ideas wouldn't flop and tested them to see.

She dreamt about settling down and maybe adopting a few pets...a whole zoo

She likes resting in between your thighs. The best pillows in her opinion besides your chest. The closer she is to your face the better

She loves it when you flirt with her publicly. Like when you wink at her, blow kisses, holding her by the waist. She takes it as a sign. A sign to announce her love to you later! She knew you didn't like public displays of affection THAT much. As soon as your alone with her...."Y/N ILY SM MWUUUU" "ilyt Kokoro but your gonna ruin your makeup.."

She loves spoiling you, you have to convince her not to overspend the times you fail...its like a mr beast episode dear christ

She sends you WAYYYY TO MANY MEMES like as soon as she finds something funny she sends it to you, scrolls sends the video to you. she sends you her whole fyp 😭

Hagumi

She loves every aspect of you! Even when it's a bad day for you she still thinks your cute!

You and her started dating when she kissed you after a game during finals

She hugged you so tightly in the locker room confessing she loves you. You said you liked her back and bam

She likes hugging you from behind. A surprise attack!

Whenever your sick she sleeps next to you. On the floor. She didn't want to get sick too but she's o so clingy

She likes kissing you on the forehead, lips and checks, all the things she likes about you are on your face!

Her love language is physical touch and words of admiration. She loves every bit of physical contact you give her. Even if you touch her hair or brush your hand against her. she's more energetic and happy

She found you at a grocery store and offered to pay for it for you despite carrying her own. You told her you'll pay for it yourself, she was a little sad tho, you ended up letting her pay for snacks

She kinda expects you to lean on her more often with things. Need help with homework? I'll finish it for you! You need to cook? I'll cook a Thanksgiving dinner! She does this so much you had to basically put her on time out

She loves seeing you at her games, even if your the opposing team! In fact she makes it a challenge! If she wins she gets whatever she wants the day after the game no matter if it's a school day! You get the same

What does she usually want? A date! Maybe doing something active or if you aren't in the mood or just not active she's down to play a game or bake with you

She pretty much senses every time your gonna go shopping. She's going to join you. Not ask....join

She randomly tells you bass facts "DID YOU KNOW BASSES HAVE LESS STRINGS THAN GUTAIRS?!?" "Hagumi go to sleep..." "did you know bass strings are longer~" "Hagumi..."

Only a forehead kiss will shut her up

She has too much empathy...she falls for the homeless scams...to much you have to pull at her so she doesn't give money to em.

The band likes you. You were calm and critiqued Kokoro when needed. They even let you keep things from the show like hats or just get you your own outfit or just for a surprise something signed by your favorite celeb

Speaking of celebs you were going nuts over one at a concert. She felt jealous when you spoke about them afterward. Its not that she thought you would leave her if the celeb asked you too...but what if you did, what if you found the celeb more attractive?! WHAT IF YOU MOVE AWAY WITH THEM. You would know she was jealous if she starts pointing and tugging at your sleeve. You had to reassure her by pointing out traits her and the celeb shared.

She doesn't let you out of her sight whenever your alone with friends just because of this. When you tell her you wouldn't leave her she's like "🤨.....really?!?! 😳"

She enjoys piggy back rides after games, sleeping on your back is her favorite thing while walking home. Sure it's near impossible because you carry a bookbag and her weight and the bookbags isn't gonna be a good time. But when it does happen she enjoys it to the fullest

Plushies! She buys one for you..alot....you have a wall because of her no worries! If they ever fall you think you might drown...turns out she almost did. She knocked one off trying to reach for you. A wave of plushies almost drowned her

Kaoru

You were dragged to a school play because your sibling was in a show and she saw you in the crowd looking bored. She made it her mission to make you look in awe or at least smile! She ends up looking for you during the after show

She failed to talk to you but at least she has your name

She beings asking your sibling what you like and learned your in the same class of her and began her mission!

She began casual conversion with you and learned about your liking of Shakespeare, who she quoted from time to time. You being dropping your guard around her eventually making you laugh. Seeing this for the first time she blushed looking away and covering her face. How were you this...cute..

Ok...how she wants to marry you. She should marry you! She completed her plan to make you smile now it's time for marriage!

She began by giving you a flower after school almost ignoring her fans to see you. She also "conveniently" shows up to shops you go to. You began returning the favor by giving her candies.

She took this as a sign you liked her. Que her starting to treat you like a fan! You weren't really liking it so you spoke to her. That was one of the times you got to experience Kaoru Seta not just the girl that lives to make everyone her "kitten". Kaoru apologized and you said it's fine and then you two hung out more and more since.

She confessed to you at your place where she held a ring pop up to you "my dearest ki- friend you've bloomed in my heart like a rose showing off its petals after bathing in the sun will you be my s/o" a little corny...you said yes

Ever since you became her s/o you started getting her out of situations with fans a little more just to spend time alone or go to a shop together

Her fans started speculating you two were in a relationship, you two promised to keep it secret, you just denied saying Kaoru was only a close friend

She gets treated to miso soup on the down low. Usually when her fans aren't swarming her. Usually when she's like this there's alot of hugs and she becomes just a little more shy

You and Chisato like talking about her and usually tease her together. She always ends up hiding her face. Always something to giggle about

She likes kissing your hand when greeting you

You began to learn that Kaoru doesn't know what she's saying half the time. That's where you step on to correct her from the crowd acting along with her. Her fans tried the same only for other fans to correct them

You copied some of her gestures. She started acting with you till you kiss her hand. Her speech becomes all stuttered she almost dodged a kiss in the check-

She let you meet the band. Everyone liked you but Misaki kinda thought you were just as idiotic as the three idiots. You weren't! Thank goodness. They treat you like family after stalking you for a while making sure you were good enough for there guitarist

She begged you to join a play as a love interest. When you did she wouldn't stop hakani spamming/saying fleeting while circling you. "AH MY DEAR YOU'RE SO FLEETING~" "Kaoru what are you doing- someone help-" "Hakani~"

Speaking of fleeting you had to be held back the band from telling her what fleeting means. It just wouldn't be the same...

The band kidnapped invited you to the second Hello happy phantom thief event. You were so confused who was holding you and lifting you. You tried to escape their grasp only for them to hold you tighter. You screamed as you disappeared with the figure. It was only when you were alone with the figure you noticed their purple hair. "Kaoru?...OH YOU SCARED THE SHIT OUTTA ME-" "my performances are normally this fleeting <3"

You found out about her fear of heights when Kokoro left you two on the balloon with guards ofc. You held her hand and even asked to go with her. They only let you go before her for safety reasons. So when she did eventually sky dive afterward she flopped into your arms. "Did I fall like a swan my dear?" You sighed and giggled telling her "you fell like a brick a very teary fleeting brick"

Kanon

Ah yes her own personal navigation device

You tell her there's a turn and you turn and she turns another way. She doesn't notice you aren't by her side till she looks over and just sees you've vanished. You've walked with your arms locked since then

She likes knitting with you in fact that's how you told her you liked her. To made her a penguin...(attempted if ya don't knit) she panicked and ran out of the room. When class was dismissed she ran up to you and asked if the offer was still on the table

She get so shy at any show of affection. The only way you can show affection without her getting all shy is gifting her something without you in the same room as her

Speaking of gifts if you ever give her one expect her to try and return it. You tell her she doesn't owe you anything but she does it anyway

You like spooking her sometimes from behind. "Boo" and her hair sticks up and she turns around so slowly only to learn that it's you

Chisato met you and did a whole vibe check to see if you were good enough for Kanon. You passed...barely but your good enough for her so your ok.

She also likes watching movies and eating sweets with you. In a warm blanket too? She'll never wanna leave

You got to meet the band and watched them practice. They love you sm, even tho Kanon talks about you every chance she gets

She even day dreams about you while practicing causing some careless mistakes

Her ideal dates a picnic with all homemade food in a field filled of flowers

Your dates usually consist of Café hopping, and amusement parks in summer, you've noticed hello happy world watching you two

Please tell her you love her she's very insecure about it. She always thinks your way out of her league

You took her to an aquarium and you two would leave with her gushing about jellyfish

You like whispering things in her ear whenever your alone with her. The instant blushing is enough to make your heart melt

She likes doing things with you, especially cooking. Even if it turns out kinda...strange...it's still edible!

She knows when you try to sneak up on her for kisses. When your trying to scare her? Nah she doesn't sense you, but for affection. "Y/n what are you doing?"

The one time you did get her she was covering her face and rolling on the floor

You buying her new scrunchies for whatever event calls. It's like yk what hhws planning next. It's another phantom thief "I got one with little masks on it <3" they're about to sponsor plushies? "It has little bears <3"

You convinced her to sleep over. It's nice cuddling with her you do hear occasional fue~s tho and she shivers like alot. She's so nervous about you two being so close. So she doesn't face you for the other half of the night. When you wake up the next morning she just won't look at you for the rest of the day.

Misaki

You were her desk mate and only talked during turn and talk

You started conversation with her about a band called Hello Happy World

" the bears so cute~" "Yeah I guess"

She was feeling good so she decided to get you a ticket. "wait really? It's sweet but I already have one let's go together!" She didn't really mind going with you the problem was that she IS the bear. So she told the band about it. What did they do? Ask Chu2 to be Michelle! Chu2 exploded laughing "YOU EXPECT ME TO GET IN A BEAR COSTUME AND PERFORM NURSERY RHYMES HAHSHAAHAHAHA" turns out Chu2 had nothing planned for that day so you got to fangirl over hhw with Misaki

You two became even closer afterward and began going to each others houses to do school work. You had to leave to the bathroom and when you got back you saw a little "go out with me?" On top of your homework. You heard the door open seeing Misaki with some snacks you pretended as if you didn't notice as soon as she put them down. "Ilyt Misaki" she jumped back in surprise "I...I meant going out for a date" "your mumbling~" "ah am I?!" She looks away "this is so embarrassing..." "you like me don't you <3" "shut up" "hehe~" your relationship was kinda weird after than you weren't sure if you were dating or not until you asked her a week after. She looked away again bushing "I mean...if you want to"

And so you started dating Misaki. She set up a few rules when you started dating too

She prefers affection in private, she doesn't want people she barely knows making jokes about it.

Whenever you are alone she sometimes lays on your lap to scroll her phone. She also rants about her day and Kokoros antics

Speaking of Kokoro you found out Misaki was Michelle through her arguing that she was a bear with the others. You joked about your girlfriend was a bear.

Speaking of Michelle she managed to grab ya once. You jokingly started screaming and asking for help when someone actually appeared to see you getting aggressively hugged by a bear...that person was one of Kokoros guards who closed the door and let Kokoro know immediately

"MICHELLE I THOUGHT YOU WERE BETTER THAN THIS" she bursts in, only to see you and Michelle hugging. "Oh..." she closes the door once again

Later Kokoro asked if she can get free hugs too. You just gave her some yourself. That's how the band began treating you like an older sibling

She likes going under blankets with you. Because you either end up kissing, your sleeping on her chest or vise versa. It's warm under there too another good thing about blankets

You found out she knits and decided to learn to surprise her. You knitted her a small plushie and left it in her room. Then when she came over you saw a little plush on your bed. You giggled and asked her about it, she looked away avoiding the question

She whispers in your ear things she wants to do when others are with you. "Lets go get some snacks" "we should get going". This is usually with the other band members but sometimes they hear her and act heartbroken "YOUR REALLY GONNA LEAVE US MISAKI" Ok maybe they aren't acting.... you had to reassure them you'll be back tomorrow

On weekends you usually call her if she wants to go out the next day. Your dates are usually only things you can afford. A Café date here and there, a walk through the park is mostly what your dates are.

Your parents found out you were dating someone and celebrated. "YOU HAVE A GIRLFRIEND?!?!? HONEY" "DAD NOOO" they invited her over started an interrogation then asked her to leave. As soon as she left your parents look at you and sighed then started tearing up. "She's perfect" "there there honey *sniffle*" "you two probably gave her a heart attack for nothing" they got up opened the Door Misaki was in and welcomed her to your family.

She likes twiddling with your hair/fingers when you two are just hanging around

She almost made a Playlist of all your favorite songs and keeps it secret like you have to get REALLLLYY close to hear small bits of your favs play and that's pretty rare considering how flustered she gets when your so close

She sometimes kisses your forehead when your asleep. She likes the expression you have when asleep. If your still awake she looks away ashamed you caught her

[cherry-cristal]

Trans!Soap Headcanons part 2: Late teens & young adulthood!

Trans!Soap Headcanons part 2: Late teens & young adulthood!

*This is going to be long and full of my thoughts about Soap’s late teen years and his early 20′s until before the SAS and 141 but I as a (barely) cis woman, may not understand fully about being trans (even if I talked to a couple of trans friends to be less ignorant) so PLEASE, If I’m wrong on something or stereotiping something hurtfully please tell me!

At home Soap was really soft with his sisters and mother, Sarah (his older sister) and him taking several odd jobs to help his mother

His mother was really supporting of him through his teen years, getting help from Sarah and happy to see her children happy

One of the twins, Marie from a young age decided that she wanted to be a hairstylist and since 7 she started so practice her “career” in her siblings hair

Soap was really self-conscious about how people perceive him, but his love for her made him to agree to play dress doll and “client” every time

Yes, the mohawk was her idea

This actually helped him a lot to learn that he doesn't need to be manly-macho-man to be perceived as one (but like, later on)

Soap is 15 when he graduated from highschool, too damn young

He was still feeling self-conscious about himself, so he tried to be “manly af” belittling “cute, girly things” (still letting the twins dress him up and giving him a make over if they beg him enough) until he just... didn’t care, he loved his sisters, he loved his mother, he loved himself and even if sometimes he still doubted, he loved his body too

So, even though he wanted to get bottom surgery for the longest time, when his mother actually got the money for it, he refused, as he was starting to accept himself

Sarah, the twins and William (his on & off boyfriend through high school) were an important part for his grown and accepting his body and his “not manly enough” likes

Even though they (Soap and Will) broked-up after graduation, they are still friends nowadays

Shy of becoming 16 y/o, Soap decided to enlist after Will told him he wanted to enlist too

Neither of them passed as they were both underaged

Even though Will desisted from enlisting again, Soap still tried to enlist time and time again, until when succided, being just 16 and a couple of month old (or newly 18 if you believe his papers)

Lorraine (his mother) didn't really approved but she didn't really do anything outside of telling him to call her every week

Seeing his strong mother cry when he was send away is still one of the most conflicted moments of his life

Even if he wasn't outed publicly as trans in bootcamp his superiors knew about it (I actually tried to research a lot about trans people in uk military and damn is it hard to know if the have to report that outside of their superiors and medical staff)

He called every other night home and the other recruits teasing him for that (calling him mama’s boy and such)

He got two transphobic superiors that were total opposites, one absolutely run him over and over during drills and the other one treated him like a delicate daisy

He still remember them with a bittersweet taste in his mouth as he learned harsh truths with them

One of them is the one he “physically assaulted” and was “too embarrassed to report it”

The other one leaved him alone after that

[nakimesbiwa]

Mad love

MUICHIRO X MAID!FEM!READER (!BAD SPELLING ERRORS SORRY! MUICHIRO IS OOC!

I am a fast typer (1 random text per story)

You woke up looking around then you felt someone tightly squeezing your arm You looked "Eh..?" You said quietly. Uhm…Can you wake up please" Not trying to shout. ''Huh..'' You both blankly looked at each other. the realization hit you both. Muichiro blushed hard, but you blush lightly. ''I-I'm so s-sorry..'' He said looking away to hide his red face. "I-Uh it's okay..!" About to get off of the bed. ''W-wait.'' "Hm?" ''Can…Y-you stay…please?…'' Aw, he looked so sweet you thought to yourself. "Sure.." You lay back down as he looked at you…He wasn't blinking. You thought: He's sweet now but it's not like this forever it's just a one-time thing! 20 minutes had passed by and he was still looking at you you thought it was strange. you only looked at him because of his pretty eyes. "Uhm are you okay?" Still was looking at you. "HELLO?" ''What..?'' He said looking tired. "You were looking at me for like…24 minutes!" ''oh okay.'' he moved closer to you he was only inches away from you. "I-Uh-um-eh.." He hugged you tightly you couldn't move. You didn't know what to do everything was happening so quickly that you started to play with his hair randomly. He fell asleep "So quickly," you said following him and going to sleep.

''Hey wake up'' he said softly "Huh?… What? you were tired and didn't want to wake up. ''School.'' "WHAT I DONT- HUH ME NO GO- WHAT??" ''shut up I got you to the school I was going to I have you a uniform GET up.'' "Damn…Okay!" You got up picked the clothes up and went into the bathroom putting them on You thought They looked very pretty on you! "I'm done!" ''MEET ME DOWNSTAIRS!'' He shouted. "Okay!" You walked down the stairs and saw him he looked handsome in the uniform you thought. ''Okay.. I got your bag put on your shoes.'' "Okay!" you put on your shoes and opened the door. ''We have to run to school okay?'' After he said that he dashed he was so fast you couldn't keep up. "H-hey!" You ran you didn't see him anymore but you saw the "high school". Muichiro stopped at the front gate. Finally reaching the gate you saw him. You were out of breath. "W-h-hy w-would you do that..ughh." You said looking tired ''Trust me it was nothing.'' ''Come on..'' He holds your hand getting into the school you get jealous or nasty stares. Why are they looking at me like that do I do something wrong you thought to yourself. ''Okay, where here are introduced yourself okay?'' Oh, you thought. "O-oh r-right.." ''Are you okay?'' "Yes…" You said nervously. ''Yeah..sure..'' You went into the room you heard a loud noise but when you entered the room with Muichiro it was silent. (…..) They all looked at you. "Uhm-Hi…My name is uh- y/n(Your name) happy to m-meet you all! What was that? You thought it was a mess and you hated it!. ''Your seat is right next to me'' he said quietly. "…Okay…" Walking side by Muichiro you sat in your seat. 5 minutes after the teacher came into the room.

After the lesson, you have free time."Muichiro I'm going to get a snack I will be back!" ''Okay..'' You left him walked around a bit and got the the food corner. After you get your snack you touch shoulders with a random girl. "HEY! watch where you going DUMB HEAD " the random girl said with sassy and a bad look. "Huh…?"You said looking at them weirdly. The random girl narrowed her eyebrows looking at me. "Yes, YOU fatty look at you with all of that food. "…I did nothing to you?" I said trying to not shed a tear. "I don't care fatty with all of that food are you going to have a feast with all the food? Girl calm down with that food." You tried so hard not to cry but you did she only bullied you more. "P-p-please S-s-stop!…" You ran away not worrying about where you were going…You somehow ran into Muichiro trying to look for you. '' Where you are wh-'' He took a moment to look at you. you were crying? He thought ''Hey are you okay why are you crying? Who did this to you?'' You cried more thinking about what happened

He hugs you tightly…But the hug feels soft. "I-i-i" I tried to finish your sentence but you cried even more. ''Don't worry…Please.Do you want to come home early?'' "Y-yes-s" ''Okay.." He grabbed your hand walked down the stairs and went outside getting into the car. You thought *He didn't check out hmm A few mins later You got into the house. Walking into his room both of you sat in his bed. Holding your hand: ''Who did this'' "I think she had…Black hair green eyes.." ''Thank you '' He said softly. "D-do y-y-you think……I'm fat?" After you said that you started crying. He looks shocked and wide in his eyes. "No i dont! You're pretty in your way in your eyes, personality, Body. I think you are beautiful everywhere She was wrong you are not fat even if you were I would still love you okay? Don't listen to her.'' You were shocked. you smiled and hugged him tightly. "Thank you…" ''No problem…Don't let the girl get to your head.'' "Okay…" He was looking at you smiling with a spark in his eyes. randomly he kissed you on the forehead. "H-h-huh?" What was that…You thought this was too early huh I'm just… ''Sorry..'' He said looking down. "N-not it's just- Wait no it's okay!" I said looking down too.

That's part 2 Part3.?? I don't have any ideas… can you tell that i ran out of ideas? I didn't know what to put..

[alice-the-demon]

So huh, I wrote a "fan-script" about one of the sketches I made here about when both Dynamite Anton and Annie got expelled from high school (19-20 y/o).

I came up with the story while drawing, I'm not a master at writing fanfics so uh, if you have any criticism or general comment(s) about it tell me lol

(TW: Alcoholism, Depression)

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(They both got kicked out from high school at their last year, they didn't receive their diploma. To cheer up Anton and Annie decided to go out and drink something. They sit on a bench in a park and they start drinking beer.)

Anton: ... Man.

Annie: Eh, at this point it's like a routine. *She talks while gesturing with the beer bottle in one hand* We go to school, the teachers talk about boring stuff, Danton and Nina annoy us, we get scolded by the principal, we go home with a note and repeat the whole thing until we get to next year.

Anton: Annie. We blew up a classroom. With the principal in it. We got expelled for that. Now we can never go back and get our diploma!

Annie: *While shrugging* Meh, it's just a stupid piece of paper anyway. *She drinks more beer.*

Anton: *Stays silent for a moment, looking at the ground* ... Do you still remember our days in elementary school? I do a little. In fact... I remember that one time we were playing in the playground, and in a corner I saw you being tugged by a bigger kid to take away the doll you were playing with, you tried to defend yourself but they were stronger. The moment they punched you I ran towards them and I bited them. Heh... The teachers had to drag me back in the classroom to lecture me on what I did... I yelled and cried like a wild animal, hahaha... Hah... *He pauses as his face gets darker, he leanes back on the bench and looks up. The sun is setting and the sky is starting to get darker.* Y'know... In my whole life the others always said that I'm incorrigible. That I can't behave no matter how many times I get in trouble. That I can't learn from my mistakes. That I'm... Hopeless. That I'll have a miserable life... And... that I'll die without accomplishing anything.

...

I'm starting to think they're right. *He starts to sob while laughing* Haha...! That's how life is gonna be, isn't it? Being hated by everyone... No dignity... Nothing of value coming out of me... Just a stupid, immature, pathetic... *His voice shakes as rivers of tears starts forming on his cheeks* ... Useless man broken beyond repair since the very start! HAHAHAHAHAHA! *His laughing slowly transforms into a desperate cry as he covers his face with his left hand as he clutch the beer bottle with the right one. After a while he stops sobbing and sniffs his nose up.* ... Hell. This is Hell. Like... The one that we read in school during literature. Da... Danche? Dan... Te... Somthin'...? *He turns his head towards Annie* You get what I mean, right?

Annie: *She's sleeping while snoring loudly, leaned all the way on the bench*

(Annie fell asleep halfway through Anton's flashback. He stays silent as he looks at Annie with discouragement. He then sighed. It's not like Annie would have understood what Anton feels anyway. He thinks. He's not sure. They have never talked about nor understood feelings, they'd just humour away the pain together. But this time everything feels... Too heavy. He looks at the beer bottle he's holding, it's half full. He leans back on the bench and drinks all of it, trying to numb away the pain.)

[polyamorouspunk]

hi! I'm a punk going out into the world soon (aka graduating high school) and I'd really appreciate any general life tips you have, whether it be financial or social or genuinely anything.

thank you so much!

1. While graduating high school is a huge social shift, in reality you’re ever-growing and ever-changing as a person. You know that cringe stuff you did as a freshman and a sophomore? Well in 3 years you’re going to look at yourself now ~17 y/o and be like “wow that was some dumb shit!”

2. On that note, you’re messing up. You’re constantly fucking up. It happens. Even after high school minor things still feel like the end of the world (or maybe just when you have bpd) but chances are you’re just tired, stressed, overworked, etc. honestly we say “everything is a crisis when you’re in high school” like yeah? You’re restricted to when you can eat meaning you’re often hungry, you don’t get enough sleep, you’re forced to do a ton of work, constantly socially shamed and shamed if you don’t understand something, like yeah when you’re that consistently high-strung and in a constant state of stress of course everything feels like the end of the world.

3. You still hold problematic beliefs you need to unlearn. You’re messing up, like I said. You’re going to say and post things now that are NOT going to age well. It happens. It’s not the end of the world.

4. You know when you’re 5 and you’re like ‘when I’M an adult, I’m going to eat ice cream for BREAKFAST EVERY DAY!’? The appeal of that wears off when you’re older. It’s great to have the freedom to do something if you want, and you’ll act on that, but having that freedom makes it a lot less tempting, especially when you’re old enough to understand the consequences. There’s a reason we all aren’t aren’t eating ice cream for breakfast every day. But some of us are eating ice cream for breakfast some times.

5. You now have much more free time. After a while you might not know what to do with all that free time. You might sit on the couch and scroll on tumblr for hours if you don’t already. You aren’t wasting time. You have the time to be able to do that now. Enjoy it.

6. Relationships take actual effort to maintain after high school. They take actual planning.

7. It’s actually a lot easier to commit crimes than you think.

8. It’s fine to do drugs just do them smartly. Same with changing the song while you’re driving.

9. People don’t actually change after high school, and there’s a chance someplace you end up working or going to school is going to be just like that. It sucks.

10. Hindsight is 20/20 especially when trying I figure out if you should have been nicer or meaner.

11. The best therapy you’ll ever get is in a chair in a tattoo parlor with someone stabbing you.

12. Real therapy is expensive, hair dye is cheaper and lasts longer, but it does not give you the tools to help solve your problems, only make you feel better about them in the short term.

13. “If you don’t like your therapist get a new one” but literally no one is ever taking patients these days so if you don’t like your therapist you’re probably stuck with them tbh.

[benztripp]

This is my first fanfic so please be gentle lol I hope y'all enjoy this first part.

Welcome Home: Nametag

Eddie x plus size fem reader

Summary: You've just started your day and you get a surprise visit from Eddie and agree on an odd request.

Possible slow burn/fluff/ strangers to lovers/ minors DNI

It's the end of summer 1986 in Hawkins, IN. You pull up to your record store job, Record Town, in your '67 Impala blaring Violent Femmes and taking the last drag of your clove cigarette before you get out.

You grab your backpack and keys to open up shop. Your boss has been MIA for a few days, which isn't unusual for them to take off randomly to have forgotten trips. So you're pretty much running the place by yourself. You set down the small box of donuts, start the coffee up, and put on "The Black Celebration" from Depeche Mode while you clean up a bit. You have plenty of time to do opening duties since no one hardly comes in until late morning.

You're jamming out, your hair bouncing along with your sways, singing along with the songs, that you didn't notice someone walking in. After several failed attempts to get your attention, they resorted to tapping you on the shoulder. "Excuse me?" a voice booms behind you. You quickly turn around almost smacking the shit out of the person that scared you to death with the broom. You let out an "oh shit!" while the person grabs the handle.

You peer over the rims of your glasses to see it's Eddie Munson. You know of him, but don't know him since your family moved to Hawkins pretty much at the end of the school year. You've seen him in passing when you arrived at Hawkins High and an end of school party that he and his friends crashed.

You push back your glasses with your index finger and apologize while walking over to the stereo system to turn down the music. You turn yourself towards Eddie and ask "How can I help you today?"

"Whoa!" Eddie exclaimed. "I didn't mean to scare you, but I thought you would have heard the bell from the door opening or me saying 'Hello' a few times. "

He smiles. "I'm not sure if you know me, but I'm Eddie and I'm in a band named Corroded Coffin and we just got back in town from doing a small tour around Indiana. We are wanting to have a welcome home show."

"Sooo is there something that I can do for you right now??" You asked with a bit of an attitude. You still had the restroom to clean and still hadn't got a cup of coffee yet and the smell of fresh brew was wafting through the store.

"Wow..." Eddie clears his throat before elaborating his previous statement. "We're wanting to have a welcome home show here, in the store parking lot. We have all our equipment, we would just need to use your store for power."

You squinted your eyes at Eddie, not making a sound. Thinking to yourself how that was an odd request. You excuse yourself to the back. You make an about turn and move your way to the back, your button up long black skirt flowing with every step, to grab a coffee and a glazed donut. You come back unhurried.

"So you're wanting to throw a show here and use our electricity?"

"Yes." Eddie replied with a nervous grin.

You take a sip of your coffee and ask "Well, what's in it for me and when do you want to do this? "You raise your right eyebrow.

"Tomorrow! You'll have one of the most sickest bands playing here and everyone will know that you support us and will become paying customers at your fine establishment! " he says with bravado.

You give Eddie a blank stare and chuckle. "You're really serious about this, aren't you?"

Eddie nods.

"I'll make a deal with you, Eddie. I'll take a 20 spot and a sixer."

"Uh, that's it?" Eddie asked nervously.

"Yep, that's it. Let's shake on it. " you said with a smile.

You extend your hand and when Eddie takes your hand in both his ring clad hands, you feel something electric go through you and you lock eyes with him and your eyes start to smile. "Y/N, are you okay? " Eddie asked with an awkward look on his face. "Uh, yeah! I'm okay!" Snapping out of whatever day dream you had in your head. "How do you know my name?" You asked suspiciously. Eddie smiles and flicks your name tag. Your cheeks flush red with slight embarrassment.

"We'll be here at 7:00 to set up and we'll be going on at 8." Eddie tells you while making his way out the door.

"See you then." You say with a smile and wave.

[norihoff]

NORI HOFFMAN. TWENTY-NINE. ASPIRING AUTHOR (unemployed). MISQUAMICUT.

And if I didn't know better I'd think you were talking to me now If I didn't know better I'd think you were still around

WANTED. // BIOGRAPHY. // STATS.

TW: parental death, sudden death, divorce, accident mention. 

— name:    elenor marjorie hoffman  . — nickname(s):     nori, nora, elle  . — birth date:    10/20/1992  . — zodiac:    libra sun | cancer rising | leo moon  . — age:    twenty-nine  . — gender, pronouns:    cis female, she/her  . — orientation:    questioning  . — relationship:    single, divorced  . — family:    bethany hoffman ( sister ), joshua hoffman ( brother ), david hoffman ( father, deceased ), marjorie hoffman ( mother, deceased ) / marcus mcfadden ( ex husband )  . — children:    none  . — pets:    vex’ahlia ( black cat 2 y/o ), vax’ahlia ( black cat 6 mo )   . — faceclaim:    zoey deutch  . — eye colour:    hazel  . — height:    5ft  .

QUICK ABOUT:

Nori’s family is in real estate in Denver Colorado. 

She got married just out of high school and is the youngest of three. 

 She was always curious, and when pressed she would tell you she wanted to be a reporter, something her parents never approved of. They wanted her to go into buisness or law or anything that could help grow their legacy in Denver. 

Her parents didn’t like Marcus, but it made Nori like him more, unfortunately her parents were right. They didn’t last. 

Nori was known for being impulsive and making bad choices just to get on their nerves in her later years but it was never this extensive they never cut her off, but the family grew distant and by the time she was 24 there was no contact at all. 

She didn’t get to fix the relationship with them as they died on a car accident when she was 25 but she somehow has felt closer to them after they passed than in life. 

They tried to fix their marriage, but between her grief, and just getting older she wasn’t the same person she was at 18 and neither was he. They finialized their divorce in August.

She moved to  Westerly in a renovated VW van 2 weeks ago with her two cats, Vax and Vex respectively from one of her favorite DnD campaigns. She’s looking to completely start over. 

She’s been living off the money her parents left her while she finishes her book, but she’s looking for a part time job for steadier source of income. 

[kawahearts]

HEYY!!! i was wondering if u could write something about osamu? :o he’s my fav and ur konoha fic was soooo sososososo good!!!

⁝ MIYA OSAMU 𝜗𝜚 english partners 𝜗𝜚

ᰔ word count ; .8k

ᰔ content warning ; college au / flirting if you squint / jane eyre mentioned / awkward! y/n.

this might be the worst day of your life.

first; you slept through your alarm, making you miss the first half of your intro to psych class and, subsequently, a quiz worth 20 points that you desperately needed.

next; you forgot to put money in your lunch account, which meant that, even though it was the only day of the week that the kitchen put cupcakes out, you couldn’t get anything. you were stuck with maybe-expired pizza rolls.

and last but not least; your english professor sprung a last minute group project on you, partnering you with the one person you really didn’t want to be partnered with.

miya osamu.

you don’t hate him, by any means. actually, he’s probably the nicest person you've met at university so far. he’s quiet, but you can always tell he’s listening when you talk to him. he’s handsome in the way he’s, presumably, grown since highschool, but still has that boyish look to him.

and he’s smart. so smart, in fact, that he’s the only person in your entire class that has ever scored higher than you in a test. and he does it every. single. time.

you would hate him if you could. but the small smile on his face as he walks over to you at the end of class prevents you from doing so.

“hi, osamu,” you greet quietly, packing your laptop into your bag carefully. you keep your face neutral, trying to hold back the blush that’s bubbling under your skin.

“hi, y/n.” he bows a bit and you almost feel old. which is a little crazy, because you’re 90% sure he’s the year above you. “we’re partners.”

you giggle and nod, looking back up at him. “it appears we are.” and then you get self conscious. “d- do you not want to be? i can talk to prof. i’m sure he’ll let you switch if-”

“no, no.” he shakes his head, holding his hands out in front of him. he lets out a laugh and scratches the back of his neck. “i’m actually very glad we’re partners. it means i won’t have to do all the work by myself for once.”

you nod, slinging your bag over your shoulder. you start walking towards the door and he follows— which you didn't really expect, but you’re not complaining.

“what do you think about charlotte brontë for the project?” he asks, looking at you instead of the path in front of him.

the questions almost stops you in your tracks. you turn to look at him, almost flinching when you find his mute, blue eyes staring directly into yours. “i- you know who charlotte brontë is?”

“what?” he gives you a quizzical look. “jane eyre was a requirement for most first years when i was in high school.”

you want to comment that he was just in high school a couple years ago, but you don’t. instead, you roll your eyes. “i know that, genius. everybody reads it. not everyone knows who actually wrote it, though.” you stare for a moment, then shake your head. “sorry. that was a little mean.”

he just smiles at you.

“um, anyway,” you mumble, turning your head away from him. “i think charlotte brontë is a good idea. do you want to…” you trail off. you really do not want to ask this. “exchange numbers? i don’t really pay attention to my email. b- but we can stick to email, if you want. i just think um, phone numbers would… be easier.”

when you look back at him, he almost seems amused. not for the first time, you get the urge to smack him.

“phone number is good.” he nods and shoves his hand into his pocket, pulling out his phone just a second later. he unlocks it and hands it to you. “do you want to work in study rooms, or separately? i’m fine with both.”

you hum as you type your number in. you hand it back to him and bite the inside of your cheek. on one hand, working together would be easier. on the other hand… no, there’s no other hand. “study rooms. or coffee shops. i always focus better in coffee shops; i like the smell.” you blink a couple times. “forget i said that. study rooms are fine.”

“okay,” he laughs, nodding. he puts his phone back in his pocket and then stares at you like he’s expecting something.

“so… see ya,” you say, giving him an awkward wave.

“oh. uh, yeah. see ya.” he gives you the same awkward wave and you almost cringe at it.

as you watch him walk away, you’re screaming at yourself internally. you spin on your heel, hook your thumbs under the straps of your backpack, and walk to your dorm with your head down.

this project is going to be the death of you. osamu is going to be the death of you. especially with texts like the one he just sent.

‘coffee shop on 4th tomorrow? i like the smell too’

[electricratlady]

My Walmart Gripes List

i worked at Walmart stocking shelves starting in 2020 as an 18 y/o and am about to quit as a 22 y/o, as soon as i have another job lined up.

i have endured endless bullshit and… interesting situations from customers and employees/management across the 4 stores i’ve worked at, and i want to catalogue as much as possible to emphasize how working retail (at least Walmart) is NOT WORTH IT.

(worth mentioning that as much as i’ve had bad experiences i’ve also met a lot of nice people and don’t hold anything against them or their reasons for continuing to work at Walmart.)

this is not going to be chronological, since i’m just jotting down these examples as they come to me, but i’m gonna specify which location i’m talking about with Store 1, 2, 3, and 4. also way too many to write at once so i’ll add as i have time/energy to.

let’s jump in!

1. Store 1– i applied and started my job in January 2020 less than a week before the infamous Toilet Paper Rush from Covid. people were so desperate we stopped stocking it on the shelves for a while and just left the pallets they shipped on out on the floor for people to take, and they’d be cleared within an hour or two.

2. Store 1– fuckin 5’3” ginger guy with tons of freckles and glasses came into work several times with a Sons of the Confederacy shirt, and a couple weeks later during a team meeting where we were asked to raise our hands if XYZ he full on did a nazi salute, then smiled and looked around to see if anyone noticed (i was the only one who noticed but managed to pretend i didn’t).

3. Store 1– this was before i was out as bisexual and well before i figured out i was trans. a coworker two years younger than me came up to me, kinda pointed at me, and randomly said “f*ggot?” and i couldn’t tell if i misheard him so i kinda awkwardly laughed and said “what?” and he said it again and i had absolutely no idea what to say, and he said “see, i knew it! i knew you liked men!” and walked away. never reported it cuz i was a dumb kid who was more just scared that someone possibly knew despite me being closeted. turns out! he didn’t know, he was just beefing with my brother on the high school football team and randomly decided to bring me into it.

4. Store 1– same kid as #3 hated doing his job and would often leave the aisle he’s stocking to wander to different aisles to chat with people, somehow never being disciplined for it despite everyone knowing. he even would walk and chat with the guy from our Subway as he took the Subway trash all the way to the trash compactor at the back of the store and back. Dude only got fired after he was adamant that Walmart was giving employees free Kleenex for Covid and walked out with a 4-pack after his shift without paying. dumb bitch.

5. Store 1– one coworker i thought was cool was in his late 20s and, despite very bad anger management issues, was very openly pro-LGBTQ+ and pro-worker’s-rights and would chat about it a lot. then one day we were both monitoring the front entrance to sanitize carts and count people going in/out (Covid protocols), and he told a story about his grandfather being robbed and him shooting the robber as they fled, and at the very end very casually dropped the n-word while laughing, then said “i’m sorry, but if you’re gonna do that shit, you deserve to be called it.” in retrospect i wish i said something to him or management but i didn’t want to risk being the target of his anger problems so i kinda just stopped talking to him.

6. Store 1– during one surge the people monitoring the front entrances had to tell people coming in that our town was a high-risk/concentration Covid area and tell people that we don’t mandate masks but still suggest them (even had some free paper ones up front for those who wanted them). i tried to be as polite and non-confrontational as possible when explaining each time but one bigger guy walking in genuinely just went “you wanna know what i think? FUCK YOU.” and laughed as he walked past me. made me feel shit for the rest of the day.

7. Store 1– this is a recurring theme at Walmart but certain employees love slacking off and don’t really get reprimanded for it as long as the jobs get finished by other people. still remember when we had a rough truck unload and i looked over as we were about to finish and saw two of the guys supposed to be helping (people who are PAID the same amount as ME who was BUSTING MY ASS) just sitting down for 5 minutes, with a look on their faces like “why aren’t you all done with this dumb bullshit yet?” one of those guys was also in my computer science class and was openly passive-aggressively homophobic there, so add that to the tally i guess.

[s-hera]

Meeting Your Parents Headcannon

Kakucho Hitto, Mitsuya Takashi, Teen!Ran haitani.

~ Tags. Fluff, None! But if there are some she/her pronoun used please tell me and if there's a warning I should put too<3 and they/them pronoun used! 514 wc! Just grammatical errors and typos.

~ a/n. green flag ed bcs they go to therapy! Not ran biased, just got carried away on writing his part.

Kakucho hitto

~ Polite and respectful asf<3

“ Hi Mrs. L/n, Thanks for having me for dinner, Nice to meet you”

~ Would say his habits Ex. I smoke, I drink alcohols but we all know green flag kaku doesn’t do that.

“ I wanted to respect you, as y/n’s parent and family, i'm here to ask permission if could i take them out on a date, not as a boyfriend but as a suitor first, I want them to finish Senior high school before dating her.

~ He actually wants to be really your suitor first because it's a big respect for your family and he wants your parents to know him more before dating you.

Mitsuya Takashi

~ Just like kaku, The word RESPECT.

~ He would casually introduce himself like “good afternoon, mrs. Im takashi mitsuya, Leader of home economics club, I met y/n on a library”

If they said “ they has a time curfew 8 pm, she Needs to be home with that exact or earlier than that”

“ don’t worry aunt, as their suitor I respect your rules, if it's fine, both of us can hang out around here in your neighborhood, i'll just bring them something every time I visit, Or if it’s ok…can i borrow them? I also have younger sisters, i'm sure my younger siblings would like to meet them.”

“Really? You have a younger sister? It’s fine, You can bring them here too. I would appreciate it” its your mom who likes kid so much.

“Sure, mrs.l/n I’ll let them visit here, since you said so^^”

~ Having younger sibling is a perk tbh.

Ran Haitani

~ Omfg this mf…DEAD.

~ Respectful but is a tease at the same time.

“O-oh really, they have a older brother”

“Their older brother is 20 years old, they’re 4 or 5 years apart”

“Can’t wait to meet him aunt, Hope both of us gets along”

“About that…their brother is quite strict about them especially when it comes to dating, they’re still sixteen years old, he wants them to graduate first before dating someone”

“Hmmm, then i’ll be her suitor first, aunt, since he’s their older brother, i’ll respect him.”

~ Yeah mf like to call your mom “aunt/auntie/mom” and your father “Uncle/dad” without your parents permission. Would definitely call your brother “brother” too. Since your brother is 2 years older that him.

~ If your brother likes to read or hates annoying people like he is, he would be sad asf.

~ But if he thinks your brother has a vibe then expect them to be close, or if bro is swaggy like play online games, Fashion sense is <3, Knows how to beat up someone then you two would not be a couple because your brother and him would look like a couple already.

~ Would definitely invite your swaggy big bro every time you too go to a mall for a date, and you would look like a third wheeler. He gives you attention but the attention he gives to your brother is 2x more T-T

© 2022 by s-hera━ all rights reserved! comments, likes, and reblog are highly appreciated. plagiarism is strictly prohibited.

[holymunson]

#002 Mini Fic - Birthday Boy

summary: It’s Eddie’s birthday and you make him some super special cupcakes. words: 1100 tw: none? a/n: I’d give my left arm to get high with this man. 

20. Even his age was attractive. He was almost two years older than you but that didn’t affect your friendship, in fact it was something you really liked about him. He was always very protective of you, presumably because of his age, and he was the first person you would turn to for guidance or advice; believe it or not he could actually be very intelligent when it came to the ways of the world. He taught you a lot, mostly bad things, but every now and again Eddie would give you the best life advice. Although, when it came to boys “Fuck them, you don’t need them” was often the response you would receive on that account. 

Eddie never really made a big deal out of his birthday, he would often get a gift from his Uncle and the Hellfire club would always do something special but he wasn’t the type to go all out for his birthday. You couldn’t help yourself though. Birthdays were special and he deserved to be treated, you thought so anyway. 

Your relationship with him was complicated. You were friends and you were good friends, but there were moments where it didn’t feel like a friendship. For example, you’d overheard Eddie once telling his friends he could never be interested in anyone else, he didn’t need anyone else when he had you. And of course, there was the night in his room when he kissed you after maybe a bit too much THC. But other than that it was platonic. Friendly. You wouldn’t swap it for the world. Well maybe, if it meant you could kiss him one more time. 

You were always the type of person to go overboard when it came to presents. One gift was never enough, you had to do something special. It was for Eddie afterall. So far you had bought him a brand new bottle of his aftershave, possibly the coolest band tee you had ever seen, and you had even made him his own Hellfire themed rolling tray equipped with a matching ashtray, all embellished with the club’s name and logo. You wanted something extra though, something truly special. Edibles. You had never made edibles before but you knew how to make cupcakes, it was just an extra step right?

The most challenging aspect was actually getting your hands on some weed in the first place, making your dealer surprise edibles was a great idea until you realised you would need to buy from someone else. The act felt wrong in itself, you always bought from Eddie, well he gave you a lot for free but it still felt like cheating. You had to call in the favour of all favours, speaking to fellow Hellfire member Gareth, swearing him to secrecy but eventually you had your hands on just enough. 

Eddie explained it to you, once. The process of making edibles. Dry the weed, melt the weed with the butter, and bake the cakes. Easy. Doing it at home was your first mistake, you had broken it up and wrapped it in tin foil, in the oven on low. You were not however prepared for the strongest smell to fill your kitchen. Windows open, doors open, the smell remained. You were just praying nobody came home for a while. 

You went all out, red velvet cupcakes, with buttercream icing, and even some red sprinkles. Very fitting, very Eddie. A smile filled your face as you gazed at your creation. Perfect. Happy birthday, Eddie. 

He didn’t show up for school on the day of his birthday, no surprise there. Jeff told you he was at home, he said something about Eddie wanting to celebrate in his own way. In bed with a spliff and his guitar no doubt. You ditched at lunch, it was his special day, you didn’t want to miss it. Plus, school was never the same without him, you were secretly grateful he hadn’t graduated last year. 

Stood outside his door you felt nervous. Why did you feel nervous? It’s just Eddie. The wait felt like forever for him to open the door. 

“Oh hey y/n, fancy seeing you,” he winked, pulling the top he had just thrown on further down, your eyes working hard to not stare at the inch of midriff still on show. 

“Happy Birthday, Rockstar” you laughed as he pulled you inside, slamming the door behind you. You glanced around his room, bedsheets a mess, a spliff half burning on the side and his guitar placed cautiously at the bottom of the bed. Called it. 

“Looks like you’re having fun,” you laughed, turning to face him. God he was attractive. “This is for you.” You handed him the bag, tied with ribbon at the top. All black. Eddie placed his guitar back on the wall and sat himself down on the bed as you sat opposite. 

“Y/n, you didn’t have to get me anything,” he paused as he untied the ribbon and peered into the bag. “Holy shit!”

He loved the top, and the aftershave, but he adored the rolling tray. He kept asking questions: did you make it? How long did it take? Has anyone else seen it? So much so he almost missed the box at the bottom. 

“Cupcakes?” he asked, 

“Special ones” you replied, smiling widely. 

“Special ones” he repeated, looking into the box. As he lifted the lid he could smell just why they were so special. 

“How did you-?” He stopped himself, “Babe, thank you.” He reached across the bed and wrapped his arm around you, kissing you softly on the cheek. “Are they strong?” he asked, looking back at the cupcakes with a smile. 

“I have no idea,” you smiled back, “I used quite a lot of weed, so maybe?” Eddie reached into the box and picked out a cupcake, splitting it in two with his fingers. He handed you half, looking at you with a smile. 

“I didn’t know I had my own personal chef,” he teased. 

Half an hour was all it took, thirty minutes had passed and both yourself and Eddie were melted into the bed, watching something on the television, you had been staring at it for five minutes yet you still weren’t sure what you were watching. They were strong. Very strong. It felt almost as if you were floating, something you very rarely experienced from a high. The feeling of a hand intertwining with yours brought you back from your thoughts. Eddie’s rings were cold, but his hands were warm, and soft, and his thumb stroked yours incredibly gently. Do friends hold hands? You weren’t sure, you enjoyed it however, wondering if Eddie did also. He must, he instigated it. 

His voice broke your eyes away from his fingers, “I’m so lucky.” Turning to face him a smile spread across your face. His hair messy and untamed, his eyes a hazy red, his dirty hellfire tee creeping back up his stomach, you were the lucky one. You wished you could stay in this moment forever, fingers intertwined, mind tingling, you felt like the luckiest girl in the world.