#notyourbrochacho

@notyourbrochacho​ said ->  “i’m— i’m happy when you’re here. i’m happy.”

there’s something in the hesitation... in the way that mila says it that makes eddie take pause. his lips are pursed, like he’s on the precipice of asking her a question, but he falters. there’s also something sincere in her words, and he doesn’t know which direction to go.

Billy glanced down at the knife in his hand and smirked. "Bad ass right? Picked it up at a garage sale last week. Cleaned her up and now she's a beauty." He ran his thumb over the blade with a satisfied sigh. He always had knives on him. If he could carry around his hunting knife he used to kill with, he absolutely would but for now it was different pocket or butterfly knives. "Wanna hold her?"

                        she’s giggling, a light sound that hasnt come out of that mouth of hers in years. it sounds a little rusty maybe like she doesnt quite know how to let it roll over her bottom teeth, but the smile stretching across her face is real. the glitter in her eyes is genuine too and that way her blonde curls fall back with her shows that she’s having fun. why wouldn't she anyway? getting to hang out with a local punk girl band beat rotting away in her bedroom or listening to heaven sing off key as she played her favorite new game. it was nice to be out and to be around other girls; at least girls who were her age. the joint had been passed around and the laughs were high and the conversation hilarious. 

* creepy location meme

Eddie had sworn to himself that he wouldn’t hotwire another car unless absolutely necessary, but then he and Mila had wound up in the back of someone’s El Camino, anyway, cruising away from the county fair with cotton candy and two blunts. He felt ecstatic as they drove past the fairgrounds, off into some mostly empty field to enjoy the setting sun and their treats. He’d bring the car back, leave it somewhere near the back of the complicated parking lot -- let the owner sweat it out, make them look like forgetful idiots to the cops as the parking lot slowly emptied and they finally found their vehicle.

For now, it was time to enjoy the thrill with Mila.

They were both perched in the bed at the back of the interesting looking little car, arms and sides pressed together as the clouds floated by in the sky the color of their cotton candy. Eddie held a piece of his up, closing one eye, trying to match its shape to the clouds. “Was this fun enough for you, Mila?” He teased, popping the spun sugar into his mouth.

SEND REVERSE FOR MY MUSE TO DO THE ACTION TO YOUR MUSE

The party was stifling, at least Eddie thought so. It was supposed to be a bunch of cool people who hung out at the Hideout and made music, but they turned out to be pretentious assholes passing judgment on Eddie and his friends for almost every interest they held or comment they made. They had little to no interest in talking about Corroded Coffin or D&D or even the goings on at the Hideout, so Eddie found himself drifting out of the conversation, into a whole other sphere in his mind.

Never had he wanted to leave a party so bad in his life.

While the others were having a circle jerk about themselves, Eddie nursed an ever warming beer that he was foolishly keeping between his thighs. He heard the creak of motion in her chair before he felt her breath against his ear, her words making his hair tickle the shell of it.

Get me out of here.

It wasn’t like she was desperate or in trouble, but Eddie had never been more willing to play a knight in shining armor in his life. He leaned into it, making a play on her whispered words.

“Do you think you’re gonna vom?” He asked, fake concern highlighting his face. He was born for drama of performance. “Let me take you home. Maybe it was that ceviche from the diner. I told you not to trust it.”

misc action memes

Eddie had been playing Super Mario Brothers for far too long at this point, every iota of his conscious and subconscious attention laser focused on the sequel to the 1983 hit that Eddie had spent countless hours on beating. This would be no different.

Maybe it was rude, but Mila had said she wanted to watch him play, and he had offered more than once to give her a go (he thought it was adorable when she got frustrated and rage quit), so Eddie kept playing. He had no idea what time of day — or night! — it might be, and the only thing that pulled him from his focus was losing his last life, meaning he’d have to start the cycle all over again with World 1-1.

He wasn’t too bummed, though, the excitement trilling through him like the hum of insects in summertime. He hardly noticed the numbness in his legs and backside, looking down to see Mila sleeping soundly against his arm. Her cheek was kind of smushed, and her mouth was partly open — he could feel the moisture from a small dribble of drool and laughed lightly to himself. He thought now was maybe a good stopping point.

@notyourbrochacho​ continued from x

he enjoys every moment spent with her. she had been like an enigma, a puzzle he wanted to piece together, and — every day — the picture grew clearer. mila was someone truly special to him, and he cherished their time together, even if it meant taking a walk in the wet, humid midwestern heat.

eddie’s eyes are trained on mila as she fiddles with her hair, leaving it in a long wave over her shoulder like a curtain of dark silk. he smiles at her, then, taking a page out of her book to pull his own hair back. now they’re opposites. “i guess i was afraid you’d pull a knife on me or something. i’m pretty big on consent.”