honey, gold & light.

studying the girl next door trope, a heart of gold, what it means to be brave, home is where the heart is and healthy female friendships. 

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      “Luckily for us, the doctors here in LA do a good job. I have other scars that haven’t healed as well.” Those are all from his childhood though, some that have never even seen a doctor because he hid them from his parents, but he’s not about to drop his whole childhood trauma on her right now, because that would most certainly be a MOOD KILLER.

      “Mhm…should we work on that, then?” Buck asks, the corners of his lips curved upwards as he drops to his knees slowly, hands running up her thighs and resting on her hips before he leans in, pressing his lips to the faint line that is her scar.

        whatever betty was about to say is scrambled by the smirk on buck’s lips as he sank to his knees before her. her cheeks are quick to burn with color as his intentions become clearer, stomach tightening in anticipation. a faint shiver sings up along her spine, a flood of goosebumps rising up over her skin as buckley touches his lips to the scar. ❝ oh–– ❞ she inhales softly, and without thinking, her hand goes up to his face, fingers hovering over his cheek. 

      eddie has no time to make any guesses before betty holds a battered spoon to his lips.  he enthusiastically accepts the taste-hint,  though at this point he doesn’t need it.  “mmm…”  he melts a little,  like the chocolate chips on  his tongue.  “i’m no rat,  betty cooper.”  he uses his index finger to draw an imaginary X over his heart.  “your completely inappropriate handling of food is safe with me.”  she takes the spoon back and he grins at her,  almost wolfish.  he’ll blame that on the weed.

      he listens as intently as he can for someone blazed out of his mind.  he appreciates the candidness of her talking about something that seems on the personal side.  “that’s really cool,”  he says,  not a hint of irony or sarcasm to be found.  he has no idea who his grandparents are or were on his mom’s side,  and the ones on his dad’s side are dead.  the most his dad passed on to him was how to hotwire a car.  “well judging from the taste i just had i think your grandma would be pretty damn proud.”  he arches a brow and playfully smiles.  “though she may be less stoked about you sharing the secret with the likes of me.”

          eddie’s a good guy; hawkins is just a rough place to be... different. betty’s always fit in perfectly, but she was never blind to the judgement of her used-to-be peers. still, whether eddie knows it or not, once he gets out of town, all of this will be a distant memory. there’s so much more out there than hawkins and they’re both too young to waste that on the jason carvers and carol perkins of the world. until then, there’s chocolate chip cookies and rock albums and eddie’s playful smile. small things that can’t fix the world, but can still make it a little bit better. 

the orange . 

heartlikegold sent:  ∗ 17﹕ sender  and  receiver  cook  together . 100 nonverbal prompts      /      accepting.

      eddie munson is no chef,  but he’s halfway decent at following instructions—when he wants to.  and betty happens to be extremely good  ( maybe a little too good )  at giving instructions.  he measures out the salt she tells him,  half of a teaspoon,  and passes it to her.  they’re like one of those medical tv shows where the doctor calls out what he needs and the nurse hands it over.  but he’s definitely the nurse in this scenario.  he also definitely smoked a bit before they got started,  so he’s feeling pretty good about his kitchen prowess.  even if he’s just realized—

      “wait…”  he watches as she mixes the salt in with the other ingredients he’s gathered and he squints a little.  “what are we making again?”  fuck if he knows,  but he’ll eat it once they’re done either way.  “brownies,  right?”  no.  “spaghetti?”  no.  even he can make spaghetti without assistance.  “i give up,  man,”  he says as if she’d posed the question and asked him to guess.      /      @heartlikegold·

        it’s as she’s folding the chocolate chips in that betty raises an eyebrow over at eddie. amused, her grin is wide. ❝ well... we’ve got chocolate chips, sugar and flour... I’ll give you three guesses. ❞ but before he can try, she scoops up a tiny bit of the batter out onto a spoon, holding it up to his mouth. ❝ technically, the fda would be so mad at me for this, but I don’t think you’re going to rat me out, right? ❞ chocolate chip cookies are easy and quick and delicious –– and considering he seems baked ( ha, pun intended! ) out of his mind right now –– totally perfect for a saturday night cram-session. because so help her god, eddie munson is graduating this year!