humans are so lucky and privileged to be able to have creativity and create art. a shame more and more people are choosing to let ai/robot rob them the joy of creating
may i humbly request our lovely steddie with a carsick reader on a roadtrip. i imagine it’s eddies poor driving that sparks it and i could so picture steve and eddie bickering about it but still being very sweet to reader until she feels better
ily feel free to change what you want or not write it at all! thank you either way <3
Thanks for requesting <3
cw: nausea
poly!Steddie x fem!reader ♡ 771 words
Steve is on to you. Glancing at you at first in his visor mirror and then by turning around in his seat, an uneasy set to his brows. You try to focus on the A/C blowing on your knees via the small plastic vent.
Eddie swerves into the next lane, and your throat tightens.
“Hey,” Steve says to him, agitated, “take it easy.”
“What?”
“You’re driving like you’re trying to kill us.”
“If I was trying to kill you, I’d have done it back in Iowa.” Eddie gives Steve’s leg a jostle, firm but fond. “And if you’re gonna be a backseat driver, I’ll put you in the backseat.”
You aren’t looking, but he must be too distracted to notice the car in front of you slowing until it’s close. Your body rocks forward as he puts on the brakes.
“I’m gonna open my window,” you say weakly. The windows in the front seat of Eddie’s van have hand cranks, but yours in the back only has a latching mechanism that allows it to open barely an inch. It’s enough for a concentrated stream of wind to hit your face if you lean your head against the glass.
“Baby, on the highway?” Eddie asks over the whistling of air.
“You’re making her sick,” Steve accuses.
“I am not.” Eddie glances back at you. “Am I making you sick?”
“No,” you mumble.
“Stop driving like a lunatic.” The range between the glare Steve pins Eddie with and the soft look he gives you is impressive. “Hey, try to look out the front window if you can, okay? Do you wanna switch seats?”
“That’s okay.” You breathe in, focussing on the fresh air hitting your face. “I’m good.”
“Is it the heat? Are you hot?”
“She’s always hot,” says Eddie, earning him a shove. “Hey! No attacking the driver.”
Steve frowns at you. “Do you want to stop? We can pull over for a while.”
You shake your head, stopping when your nausea worsens. “It’ll pass.”
“Okay. Look out the front window, honey.”
You do. Eddie’s eyes continually dart to you in the rear view mirror. You meet them once, and he pouts.
“You want some of my coke?” he offers. “It’s, uh, kind of warm, but…”
“I’m okay.” You offer a wan smile. “Thanks.”
Steve turns around again. “Are you sure you don’t want to pull over? We could use a stop anyway.”
You lean into the wind blasting through your window, breathing deeply. “I’m fine.”
Five minutes later finds you sitting on the curb of a gas station with your head to your knees.
Eddie lifts your hair. The sun beating down on your neck is worth it for the cooling power of the breeze. He’s asked how you’re feeling about every ten seconds since you exited the highway. You’ve stopped answering in anything but hums and grunts.
The crisp sound of a soda can opening is about the best thing you’ve heard all day.
“Here.” Steve sits on your other side. “See if this helps.”
Beads of condensation roll off the can of ginger ale, wetting both Steve’s palm and yours when you take it. You tilt your chin up to take a sharp, fizzy sip.
Eddie grins when you exhale.
“Good stuff, huh?” he asks hopefully.
“It helps,” you agree.
“I think we should wait a while before getting back on the road,” says Steve. “But when we do, I’m driving.”
“Uh.” Eddie’s eyebrows raise. “No, you are not.”
Steve gives him an unamused look. He mimics Eddie’s intonation. “Yeah, I am.”
“No! It’s Eddie’s Van Halen. Eddie drives.”
“Oh, grow up. We were going to have to switch out at some point between here and California.”
“I don’t know what you were thinking, but I have a twelve-pack of Jolts in the back. I can go all night.”
“Perfect, that sounds super safe. It was your driving that got her carsick in the first place.”
Something dangerously close to contrition flashes across Eddie’s expression as he looks to you.
You give him a sorry smile. “I’m feeling a lot better now.”
His mouth tilts. “Yeah? Glad to hear it, beautiful. Hey, maybe when we hit the road again we can try something new. Obviously you’re a better candidate for the passenger seat than Stevie here, so you can play DJ.” He waggles his eyebrows. “We have an array of music in Eddie’s Van Halen, with vocal accompaniment by yours truly.”
Steve huffs, an eye roll in audible form.
Before they can start bickering again, you say, “Yeah, sure. A distraction might help.”
i’m sorry i’ve been slacking on requests and writing. it isn’t that i’ve lost my passion, i just have a lot going on. i’m trying to do well in school, as well as move on from this recent breakup and bettering myself (working out, sleeping better, eating better, etc.) i’m going to try and get more stuff posted once i’m feeling a bit more inspired. but for now, don’t worry, i will fulfill any request you’ve sent. i’m just taking some time to myself to get things figured out again.
of course, thank you to everyone who’s always supporting me. your patience and love for my blog / writing is what keeps me going every day!!
i think the idea of na’vi miles cuddling with a human reader is so cute. like, he’s so massive sleeping next to her, trying to curl around her and make himself “smaller.” AHMEHKWHAHS should i write this 😭 (maybe with some smut too bc i’m a whore)
yesterday i made a really difficult decision and i ended my 2.5 year relationship with my boyfriend. for the past year and a half, the relationship was very on and off. he had some personal issues and unresolved trauma to sort out. i also believe him and i had grown apart, as much as i still love him, because i couldn’t trust him not to leave again and again.
ANYWAY. it’s going to be very hard for me going forward, because this is someone that i wanted to be with forever.
the good part about this sad situation for me is that it gives me more inspiration to write. so send me lots of requests! lol. i write for the following characters:
a/n: just some human norm thoughts while i smoke 💞 it’s not very long or super in detail, just some thoughts i had. send me more ideas!!
warnings: nsfw! mentions of weed use at the end. minors, dni
he’s definitely clingy. no doubt about it. dude definitely has some abandonment issues from his past. i know we don’t know much about his background, but i’d like to think norm has always kind of been a loner, with nobody really close to him until he met you.
absolutely adores you, no questions asked. sometimes he just stares and gawks at you, like it’s the first time he’s ever seen you.
“you’ve seen me naked before, norm.” “it still feels like the first time, every time.”
you’re definitely his first everything. i’m talking best friend, kiss, losing his virginity, etc.
he loves to cuddle, just liking the feeling of your skin against his. it makes him feel secure. often times, he’s laying on top of your legs, head resting on your chest, with his arms wrapped around your waist.
an absolute sucker for head scratches, will literally beg for them every single day. of course, how could you ever say no?
he definitely gets nervous around you when you first get together, often stuttering over his words, and becoming very flustered. like, when he’s rambling about science related subjects.
“hey, baby. it’s okay. no need to get nervous.” you’d say softly. your hand brushed his thigh, gripping it gently. “it’s just me.” you blinked up at him. of course his heart skips a beat at that nickname you gave him.
i’m not even gonna lie to you guys, the sex is fucking immaculate. like, he might’ve been a virgin when you two met, but our pretty boy knows how to make you feel good.
lots of making out at random times, especially when norm’s in a rush to finish up a project or meet with jake. “just a few more, please. they can wait a little longer.” he’d cry. our boy likes the risk factor.
he’s pretty much glued to your side at all times. like i mentioned before, our boy is very clingy. he probably is afraid of losing you, as well as not understanding how someone like you could love someone like him.
goes feral inside when he sees you wearing a shirt of his that you stole. once he gets more confident in the relationship, that usually ends with his head between your thighs.
norm doesn’t partake in a lot of smoking, unless it’s just with you. he finds it makes him anxious around too many people. he prefers it as a way to relax and unwind with you.
the first time you get him to smoke with you, he nearly choked to death. probably not the best idea to let his first hit be a massive bong rip, but it happens to the best of us.
depending on what and how much he smokes, more times than not, norm gets a very giggly and touchy high. he likes holding your hands, or holding your hips down while his lips attack your mouth and throat.
like stated above, much more touchy and mushy with you. our baby probably suffers from some severe anxiety, so i’m sure it helps calm him down, making him feel even more comfortable in your presence.
okay everyone! feel free to send me any requests for avatar. i’ll write for jake, neytiri, quaritch, norm, neteyam, and grace! i will write for lo’ak, but only sfw!
