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aphrogeneias · 7 months

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no more tears — one-shot

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: it's halloween night, 1986. you want to celebrate your favorite holiday after the year you and your friends just had, but after being dumped by your, now ex, boyfriend a week before puts a damp on your plans. eddie munson, however, has a different plan for you.

word count: 5.3k

warnings: fluff, hurt/comfort, mutual pining, mentions of a past bad relationship, petty vengeance, protective!eddie, eddie being a sweetheart. eddie in a corset, eddie in leather pants (those are worthy warnings). drinking, smoking. implied smut towards the end.

author's note: happy, very early, halloween <3 i started writing this last year and originally, it was supposed to be a four-part series, and it became this one-shot. because of that, i'm sorry if it seems rushed, but i hope you enjoy it nonetheless.

Hawkins' suburban streets were a dull blur of white picket fences and houses that looked all the same, passing through the open windows of your car, despite the cold autumn wind blowing in. Even on Halloween night, where the air was full of childlike wonder and mischief, those same houses lit up with the same old seasonal decorations, the children going trick-or-treating, your school friends going out with the best of worst intentions. It all still felt dull to you.

Perhaps because you felt that dullness deep inside of you, dead to the world around you. Fitting for such a morbid holiday — your favorite holiday, completely ruined by someone else's decisions.

Your self-pitying thoughts were interrupted by the curly-haired freshman who was currently inspecting the tapes piled in your glove compartment. You watched with interest from the corner of your eye as Dustin clicks the radio to a stop, without asking, and inserts your Blizzard of Ozz tape in the cassette player.

As the first chords of I Don't Know started echoing through the car, you teased, "Since when do you like these?"

"Since when do you care about what I listen to?"

Most days, you could deal with the kid's presumption, it was quite endearing, actually. That night, though, all you managed was to sigh as dramatically as you could.

"You've been hanging out with Munson a little too much." You pointed, "What's next? You're gonna grow out your hair like Mike is doing?"

"Mike isn't growing his hair out because of… Oh."

"You used to be more observant, Dusty."

You smiled at his silly expression, blue eyes wide with realization. It was the first time they could bring out a smile from you that evening, and you could tell that the teens in the backseat could feel the tension lift a little bit.

The accidental mention of the metalhead made your mind wander once more. You wondered if you'd see him tonight, even if just for a moment, and if you'd be able to look and, perhaps, melt at one of his lazy smiles and cute dimples without feeling guilty for the first time since you met him.

If being able to reciprocate Eddie Munson's lingering stares was the reward you got after being suddenly broken up with a week before Halloween, then you could start seeing an end to your current misery.

You didn't let yourself hang on to false hope, though. You were still nursing a broken heart and delusion wasn't going to help with it — but going home to a warm blanket, cheap wine and a bunch of horror movie VHS tapes that your Family Video friends had graciously delivered to your house after a very persuasive phone call.

After years of friendship, Steve Harrington still couldn't resist your pouting, even from a distance.

"Don't be mean. You're being awfully mean today, did you know that? Loosen up a little." Dustin snapped, but with little bite to his words.

You turned to him again, "Can you blame me?"

"Leave her alone, butthead." From her place in the backseat, Erica Sinclair, in her meticulously pink Barbie costume, interjects. "She's already doing us a favor and you're trying to be a smartass?"

Her older brother and Max Mayfield completely ignored Erica and Dustin's following little back and forth, stuck in their own little teenage love affair — and if, for only a moment, you were jealous of the easy, uncomplicated way they talked and held hands in the small space between their bodies, you shook it off just as quickly — as you winked at the youngest Sinclair from the rearview mirror.

You'd never tell anyone, but Erica had always been your favorite.

Their conversation was once again forgotten, overshadowed by your racing thoughts and eagerness to get home as soon as you could, until you parked in front of Steve's house, where your younger friends would enjoy their official party of their High School years. There had been a long time without any ragers at Harringtons', not since Steve became one of the losers, but after the events of last Spring, he thought we could all use some innocent (probably not that innocent on his side, god only knows that boy needed to get laid), spooky fun.

You'd thoroughly agreed before your boyfriend, now ex-boyfriend, put an end to all of your plans.

"Listen," you started, shutting the door of the driver's side of your car a little too violently while the kids gathered up outside, "if you get in any kind of trouble, call me. If you're gonna drink, or do any kind of drugs…" You're interrupted by groans and whines of 'really?' and 'we're not going to!', "don't do it alone, okay? And drink lots of water! Better safe than sorry, babies."

Most of that advice was just to mess with them, you knew they weren't anything like you when you were their age, but you cared too much about those miscreants to pretend that monsters and secret government organizations were the only obstacles they'd have to face in their teen years.

It's all a flurry of rolling eyes and quiet mumblings of "okay, whatever, we weren't gonna do any of that anyway" before they leave across the street to find the host of the party that was slowly, but surely, starting to fill in, groups of people coming into the house from both sides of the street, music echoing through the walls and into the evening air. Your heart clenched, heavy in your chest, wishing you could let go of the ache that was pulling you down and allow yourself to feel alive again, maybe just for one night.

You just about missed the pair of warm, brown eyes that watched you slouch back into your car and drive away.

On the other side of the street, Eddie Munson stood on the pristine front yard of the Harringtons' house, taking a long hit of his cigarette and rubbing the back of his hand over the eyeshadow spread on his eye, cursing and coughing when he realized the black stain it left behind on his skin.

He was uncomfortable and bored, listening to the deep bass line of Blondie's rapture coming from the house behind him, Debbie Harry's soft voice lulling him into a steady rhythm. He knew he was pushing it, coming to a place full of people, of people who half hated him at worst, half mistrusted him at best, even after his name was cleared. Worst of all, none of them understood his costume, which, to him, was the biggest insult of all.

Not knowing who Alice Cooper was supposed to be was one of the biggest treasons in his own, personal, Munson doctrine.

Now, he stood there, regretting every decision he had made that night, his leather pants pulling a little too tight on his legs and feeling a little too tempted to scrub the black eyeshadow from his face, thinking about a way to let his friends down gently when he bails on them.

His discomfort lasted until he saw your car pull up, and suddenly, leaving felt like a very, very bad idea.

Eddie was used to admiring you from a distance. From when he saw you for the first time, that fateful night at Reefer Rick's boathouse, it was all he could do without making a fool of himself. He didn't know how to carry himself around you, too caught up on your beauty, on your wit, or on how absolutely unattainable you were, to actually become close to you.

He watched you as one would watch the midday sun, high in the sky, with a hand in front of his eyes, protecting himself from being fully consumed by your light.

When you exited the car — Henderson, Mayfield and the Sinclairs following close behind — he noticed two things: your lack of a costume (or, rather, the fact that you were wearing something that was probably your pajamas, and looked incredible while at it), and the lack of a douchebag boyfriend beside you.

Before he could walk over, perhaps use the kids as an excuse to talk to you, you left. Eddie was left halfway through the yard, a hand limp to his side as his cigarette laid long forgotten, and what must have been a ridiculous, confused expression on his face.

It didn't take long until Dustin and Erica found him, while Lucas and Max entered the house.

"Hey, uh… where's Y/L/N going? Is she not… Is she not staying?" He swore he tried to act casual, but he knew from the expression on both his friends' faces that he wasn't doing a great job.

"Does it look like she's staying?" Erica crossed her arms, looking as intimidating as a little girl in all pink and glitter could look like. All he did was raise an eyebrow, and got one eyebrow raised right back at him.

Dustin was more understanding, in his Luke Skywalker costume, orange pilot suit and all. "She's not feeling well, man. Steve asked her if she could drive us because Nancy was already driving Mike and the Byers, but she went home."

"Oh." Again, he tried, to no avail, to hide the disappointment in his voice. Eddie Munson was, by no means, a good actor. "Do you know what happened?"

The boy opened his mouth to answer, but Erica beat him to the punch. "You know, I think she could really use some company tonight. No one wants to be alone on Halloween night, don't you think?"

She pulled Dustin away and towards the front door, eyes wise beyond her years giving him one final look before disappearing inside.

Eddie knew she couldn't hear him as he screamed "I owe you one, Sinclair!" and rushed to the end of the street where his old van was parked, a sliver of hope and renewed excitement rushing through him like a live wire.

Scratch about what he said about regretting leaving his house that night, he had forgotten all about that as he sped to your place, a heavy guitar riff thundering hot on his trail.

You heard him before you saw him.

There was a horror film playing in your television, a blonde teenager running from a serial killer rolling on the screen, her terrified shrieks and the crescendo of the soundtrack filling the living room — not that you've been paying attention, you haven't been paying attention since a little after the beginning of the movie. You were too busy drinking your usual, cheap red wine straight from the bottle and stuck in your own thoughts, lying on the couch with only a blanket and your cat for company.

It approached slowly, the sound of his van's stereo. Then, it grew and grew, Quiet Riot's "Metal Health" seeming to echo through the entire neighborhood. It made you tumble out of the couch, feeling the effects of the alcohol rush to your head all at once, and running to the nearest window. You're still a tiny bit dizzy when you see him, after he stopped the engine and the music stopped, skipping out of the van and towards your front door.

You'd barely caught a glimpse of Eddie before you ran from the window, afraid to get caught. A million questions surged in that moment, the seconds between recollecting yourself and answering the loud ring of your doorbell, knowing who was waiting for you outside. How did he know you were home? Wasn't he busy tonight? What made him want to come to your place of all places?

All thoughts were cut short when you opened the door and saw him.

Under your front porch light, stood Eddie Munson, looking like every wet dream you had ever had.

Dressed in a tight, black tank top, a latex corset wrapped around his slim wait, and even tighter leather pants. Pale chest bare, it was the first time you were seeing his tattoos after visiting him at the hospital, months ago. He leaned in your doorway as soon as you opened it, a gentle smile in his full lips, brown eyes lined with a smudged layer of dark eyeshadow. Your legs might have given out if you didn't hold on to the wall.

"Hey, Eddie." A greeting comes out as a gasp, letting out the breath that was stuck inside your throat. You hoped he couldn't tell how flustered you were, but if he did, you would blame the wine. "Is everything okay? Are the kids okay?"

It dawned on you that that must have been the reason he came all the way over to your house. You tried to bury down the wave of sudden anxiety when you watched his face fall slightly, before he replied “No, no, everything is fine. Uh… I just wanted to check on you, actually.”

The expression on your face — eyebrows pinched together in confusion — must have said it all, because then, he explained himself. “The littlest Sinclair said you might be needing some company tonight, but didn’t say why. I figured that if none of them were staying with you, then I might, if that’s okay.”

Eddie’s demeanor was uncharacteristically shy. He avoided your gaze, looking at the floor while speaking, but that only made you fonder — even then, he was still as sincere as always. Your heart did a little flip in your chest, warming you from the inside out, as you opened the door enough to let him pass, silently welcoming him in.

“Erica said that?”

“Yeah. Got me worried there for a second.” He eyed you with mirth from under his wild bangs while he toed off his combat boots and left them beside the other shoes on the floor near the door. That sweet, domestic sight didn’t go unnoticed but you had other things occupying your mind, such as a reminder to thank Erica for meddling in your Halloween night plans.

“There’s nothing to worry about, I’m fine. Just not in the mood to party, that’s all.”

“See, that doesn’t sound like you, Y/N.”

“How do you know that?”

“I guess I just know more about you than you’d think.”

You were still both standing in the small hallway that led to your living room, now staring at each other. Eddie felt out of place, next to the cream and beige shades of the wallpaper your mom chose when you moved there, in his all black ensemble, all leather and spikes and wild hair, but at the same time, you felt like he could belong there, if he stayed long enough.

You wished he would.

“I don’t know about that,” you sighed, “but if you want to stay and watch some movies, that would be more than okay.”

He smiled and leaned back, looking taller and impossibly handsome, dark eyes shimmering. You almost melted on your spot, but again, you wanted to blame it on the wine.

“Lead the way, babe.”

At some point during the night, between one gruesome film and another, and a couple of bottles of wine being passed back and forth, you had scooted closer and closer together on your couch, until you were almost pressed flush against each other. Eddie was afraid to move and break whatever spell you seemed to be under, because he hadn't felt comfortable like that in a long time.

It was easy being around you. It hadn't been easy for Eddie to be around a lot of people, not since Spring Break, but with you, it took absolutely no effort to just be. To let go, to let his mind rest, to just focus on how warm the skin of your thigh was under your sweatpants, almost touching his, to make you laugh with his witty commentary of the awful movies you'd chosen to watch, to watch how beautiful you looked under the blue light of the television whenever you looked away from him.

He had it bad, that much he knew. Been smitten for a long time, enamored with the girl just out of his reach, but close enough to admire without guilt, but he wasn't about to let his feelings be known quite yet. Not when you were so close, so perfect, so… approachable, for the first time ever.

Eddie had never liked your boyfriend, from the first time he met him — just another Hawkins rich boy, swim team star, on his way to some fancy college out of state, and worst of all, he got to call you his. Unlike Steve Harrington, who managed to sway his usually unshakable opinion, Andrew just proved him right every time he had the unfortunate opportunity to meet him.

The first time he saw him was right after the dust had settled. He had just walked out of the hospital as a free man, mysteriously forgiven by the law enforcement that just a few days earlier was set on kicking him while he was down, and was received by his friends back at his trailer, a small committee complete with a handmade "welcome back!" sign and a cake baked by you.

You, who welcomed him back with open arms and never stopped fighting for him, even if you'd only officially met a week before.

You'd spent that afternoon in his bedroom, along with his friends and his uncle, all sitting around his bed and reminiscing, happy to be there, happy to be alive. Still recovering from your wounds, seen and unseen, leaning on each other like a lifeline. He remember holding your hand that day, acutely aware of the ring on your finger, but doing it anyway — your hold never faltered, instead, you ran your thumb across the skin of his hand and smiled.

Was that what bliss felt like?

Later that day, you were the first to leave. Andrew came to pick you up, Dustin announced as he was the one to answer the door. A frown made its way to your face, if only for a second, and that was enough to make Eddie decide he didn't like the guy. Not only that but he insisted on walking you to the door, ignoring the protests coming from all around the room.

Walking slowly, as much as his still fresh bite wounds would allow, he let you lead him to his front door, a gentle hand on his back, guiding him. He didn't let himself feel bad for using his battered state to let you touch him without guilt, he could do that later, after the comforting warmth of your touch had stopped branding his skin.

When you opened the door, that's when Eddie saw him. He knew Andrew hadn't been there during Spring Break, away with his family to some tropical destination, far from the horror they, you, had to endure. Eddie could tell he didn't care much either, letting you tend to your also still fresh wounds, both physical and mental, by yourself most of the time after he got back, only calling you when he needed something.

Eddie tells himself he would never let you out of his sight, if you were his girl, but there's also a lot of other things he likes to think about when he considers that scenario.

He watched you say goodbye, squeezing his shoulder before leaving and descending his trailer's stairs, down to your boyfriend's nice car and cold arms, leading you away from him, but not before leering him down at his own doorway, a condenscending, degrading look Eddie knew a little too well by now.

Not a word was spoken between the two, but there was no need, Eddie already made hating him into a new hobby.

With that sudden rememberance, your soft giggles bringing him back to the present, Eddie couldn't help but ask.

"What happened to your boyfriend?"

Without missing a beat, you chuckled, and responded without looking at him. "He dumped me."

"He what?" His question sounded a lot louder and high-pitched than he had intended. Eddie thought it would be easier for you to have dumped him other than the opposite.

Who would be stupid enough to let you go like that?

With a long sigh, you clicked the remote to pause the movie, and turned around to face him fully. He tried not to show how disappointed he was to lose the physical contact you had at that moment, but his hand clenched almost involuntarily, eager to reach out and pull you back. Where you belonged, his traitorous mind added.

"Dumped me, yeah." You sat with your legs crossed and he did the same, turning to hear you. "Last week. Unceremoniously, might I add, through the phone, even. I heard through the grapevine he's already dating someone else, but that might be just rumors, or maybe not, honestly I expect anything from him at this point."

Eddie's mind was reeling. "Was that why you didn't want to go out tonight?"

"That's part of the reason." You nod. "I just really don't wanna risk seeing him and Halloween is my favorite holiday, I don't want it more ruined than it already is."

The urge to punch the guy in the face was strong, stronger than it was when he was still recovering, when you were still together. It made him restless, fidgeting in his seat. The hand that lied limp at his side finally reached out, sitting on your knee and squeezing it only slightly. "I'm sorry. I know that it's not worth much, but I really am. You deserve better."

A weak smile formed on your lips, but it didn't reach your eyes. Eddie desperately wanted to make your face light up again. A brief idea struck him, then.

"Do you know where he might be tonight?"

"Benny's, probably. I don't know. I don't want to know." Despite your distress, you looked adorable with your nose scrunched and your head down, picking on your already chipped nail polish. Unable to help himself, Eddie finally reached out, his first unmistakably purposeful display of affection towards you — a little unsure, a little clumsy, but it still felt right — bringing his curled index finger below your chin, gently tipping your head up, making you meet his eyes.

"You might wanna know about what I'm thinking."

His voice was soft, but his dark eyes were full of mischief.

It was late when you got to Benny's. Not that anyone there would mind, the music inside was blasting loud enough that it could be heard for miles, and the people who were outside were all too intoxicated to mind your presence.

The basketball team, and seemingly every other jock affiliation at school, had a different party happening on Halloween night. They must have not gotten their big suburban house for themselves this year, Eddie thought. He would usually try to crash these parties, make some money out of the only few times these jocks didn't abhor his mere presence to his advantage, but things had changed for him, and for all it's worth, he had better things to do tonight.

Getting your ex-boyfriends back from what he did to you was his first priority. The second was making you forget all about him.

You and Eddie must have looked like quite a pair. He was still in his full costume, standing out from the more boring looking costumes the popular crowd opted for that evening, and you had put on the first outfit you saw after he'd told you his plan and whisked you away in his van. An old black sweater and ripped jeans, he saw your mismatched socks before you put on your boots, the ones that were already near the door.

To him, you looked perfect, but he could tell how uncomfortable you were with all the people around you. Your ex's friends, he assumed. Eddie wondered if you were ever at these parties, and if Andrew even cared about how you felt about them. He doesn't want to think too much about it or he could feel himself get mad again.

"Hey," he brought a hand to your back, moving it up and down in a soothing manner, "we'll be in and out of here, 'kay?"

"Yeah, I know." Your smile was small, but Eddie was relieved to see it anyway. He promised himself he'd make convincing you to leave your house worth it, and he'll keep his promise.

"So… which one is his car?"

He watched you point to a tan-colored Jeep towards the end of the improvised parking lot. Silently, he grabbed your hand and led the way towards it. It wasn't a very well thought out plan, the one came up with whilst he seethed thinking about an asshole like that dumping a girl like you. It demanded serious action, in his humble opinion.

Property damage, more like it.

Eddie had been trying to stay out of trouble since the events of last March. He'd been officially cleared of all charges, something to do with the reappearance of Chief Hopper and his connections with the government. The details were foggy, he barely remembered signing all of those documents, still in his hospital bed and hazy from the medication. Wayne probably knew more than he did, but Eddie never asked too many questions.

He tried to go on as normally as he could, working odd jobs here and there as his body recovered, doing his best to heal his mind too. He stopped selling, graduated in May, spent more time with his new found friends — his new found family — and his old ones. Started dreaming about a girl who belonged to someone else, foolishly hoping that someday she would be his.

Not so foolish now, those dreams seemed.

Keeping out of trouble was surprisingly easy after you'd barely escaped life in prison, or worse — Eddie discovered there were far worse things than getting locked up, or living up to his family name. After all that, a minor misdemeanor was worth it if it was going to make you smile, at least in his eyes.

When you approached the Jeep, he could tell there was something going on in there. If he noticed, you noticed it as well, inching closer to it, slowly, trying to not get caught. The car was not empty, there were two people in front seats, making out — your ex and a girl Eddie did not recognize.

The first thing he felt was your grip on his hand tighten, and when he turned his body around to look at you, you looked away. Heartbroken, a dejected look on your pretty face, lips turned into a frown. It was almost like you didn't want to be seen at that moment, trying to hide, but Eddie couldn't let you. His own heart breaking for you, but willing to do whatever it took to mend it.

He took your face in both of his hands, urging you to look at him. "You don't need to get any closer, all right? Let me handle it, it was my idea. We won't spend more than five minutes here, I promise. Then I'll take you home, or we can go wherever you want. Far away from him, okay?"

"Okay. It's okay. I trust you, Eddie."

The chill he's been feeling having foregone his jacket is readily forgotten as he takes in how sweet your eyes look in the low light of the street. He runs his thumb over your cheek just briefly before letting you go, going over to Andrew's car.

Thankfully for the height of the car, it was easy for Eddie to crouch and quickly grab the butterfly knife he usually kept on the inside pocket of his jacket — for safety measures, especially after being almost eaten alive, he didn't feel well without a weapon within close proximity. Call him crazy, but maybe there's always demobats to be fought, or asshole ex-boyfriends to screw over.

He cringed as he noticed the car starting to shake slightly, and prayed that you'd kept looking away. Eddie made a quick job of it — light on his feet, he slashed each of the four tires, and as he watched them slowly deflate, he ran towards you. You looked at him, covering your mouth to hide your nervous laughter, and he put his finger to his mouth, signaling you to keep quiet.

Together, you ran. Eddie didn't know who grabbed whose hand first, but when he came to himself you were running in the direction of his van, and you were giggling openly, making him smile until his cheeks hurt in turn. When you stopped, panting and still laughing, none of you let go.

"I can't believe we did that."

"I did that. You just watched, sweetheart."

Rolling your eyes, you pulled him a little closer by the hand you were holding. "Still, you're my hero, Eddie Munson."

"Couldn't stand thinking about what that dick did to you. He never deserved you in the first place."

He thought he'd said something wrong when you didn't say anything right away, but he was pleasantly surprised when you finished closing the distance between you, capturing his bottom lip between yours in a delicate kiss. He stood there, shocked for a second, before bringing his hands to your waist, drawing you to his chest.

Your arms around his neck, his traveling to your back, the sound of the deep bass coming from the inside of Benny's drowning everything around you. You were all he could feel, your soft lips melding with his, taking in all the little noises you made when he touched you just right. Feeling you under his touch was kind of surreal, like he couldn't believe it was happening just yet.

He swallowed the sigh you let out, just before drawing away, looking for air. "What was that?"

"Just a thank you, for now." You pointed with another peck to his lips.

"For now? What's for later?"

"Take me home like you promised and you'll find out."

"Baby, you don't need to…," not even he expected the pet name, or what followed, "you know, thank me like that. Or at all! I wasn't expecting anything from you…"

Before he could say anymore, you silenced him with another kiss, this time sucking on his bottom lip and letting him deepen it, taking the opportunity to sneak his tongue into your mouth, getting lost in the taste of you. Eddie walked you back until you hit the side of his van, his hand covering the back of your head, softening the impact.

He couldn't bear to hold himself back any longer, and you didn't seem to want him to slow down either, pulling him impossibly closer by his hair, making him moan into your mouth.

"I know you weren't, but I've been wanting to do this for a long time."

"Yeah?" He tilted his head, running his hands under your sweater, feeling your warm skin under your shirt, "Not longer than me, I'm sure."

"Wanna bet?"

The rest of the night was a blur. When Eddie woke up the next morning, naked on your bed, all he could remember was spending through the streets, dividing his already thin attention between kissing you and the steering wheel, drinking wine on your couch until you started taking your clothes off, and stumbling up the stairs while he removed his.

You slept peacefully beside him, your hair like a halo around your head, faint purple hickies on your neck. Though his mind was foggy, and his head ached with a hangover he was sure to blame your cheap wine, he didn't regret a thing he did the night before.

Later, when you woke up, after he spent looking at your ceiling and wondering how did he get so lucky, you got under the sheets and thanked him some more.

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i-darling-amaflower · 2 months

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I've tried thinking about which characters in DFF are my favorite and which ones are my least favorite, but that becomes exceedingly difficult as the show progresses. The reason for this is, as many posts have pointed out, the way the show reflects reality and therefore has no "Good and Bad" no "Black and White," but instead simply has many different hues of grey. So, at the end of the day, it all comes down to one's opinion or the way one perceives a character. I will do my best to express my thoughts on each of the 9 main characters.

1. Por

The leader of the pack. He is one of the one's we're obviously not supposed to like as much; he bullied Non, he stole his work, he was two-faced, he almost killed Non. But he still has a bit of complexity added to his character what with his family situation. Ultimately, in my opinion, that does not excuse any of his actions. He is pretty low on my list.

2. Top

This is gonna be a short paragraph. I hate him. The things he did weren't as extreme as some of the things Por did, but he literally has no excuse whatsoever. He's just plain annoying, a bully with a backstory as long as his dick, which is to say nonexistent.

3. Fluke

I think he has morals? If he does he fully does not listen to them. His biggest flaw is his selfishness. I believe he would've ratted Top and Tee out when Top broke the camera if it wouldn't have caused a crack in the friendship of the group, and therefore his spot in the popular group in school. Because let's be honest, he doesn't give a rat's ass about his "friends," he doesn't wanna be a part of whatever they're doing 3/4 of the time. But his selfishness ruins what potential he might've had, to the point of him being downright creepy.

4. Tee

Now this is a character. I think his shade of grey is the perfect blend of both white and black. Yes, I obviously hate what he did, but at the same time I understand. I would rather jump off of a cliff than give someone other than myself problems, but if I was a little less like that and a little more cowardly, I think I could relate to him a lot. He wasn't as warm to Non as Jin was, but he definitely wasn't as cold as Por and Top were. And boy, does he have a past. It looks to me like he's been a part of his uncle's gang for quite a bit, which would obviously quiet the kindness in anyone's voice, if not in there whole being. He has a sick father he genuinley cares about and no other way to make money. He's in a corner. And while I believe there's always a choice, I understand why he saw the one he picked the clearest. The thing, though, is that he didn't want to hurt Non, he didn't want to bring Non to his uncle, it just wasn't as strong as his want for himself and his father to be fine. But this is what makes him stand out more than the other members of the original friend group. He regreted it. He feels guilty. It's quite literally haunting him. He never could and never will be able to escape that part of his life. He even brought Non 2.0 (aka White) right up close to himself, and he would do anything to keep White there, safe where he can see him. So while I don't like him, and he is easily one of the more everything-i-do-damages-Non characters, he is still a very interesting one.

5. Jin

I can't explain how much I hate him. When I was in elementary school there was an anti-bullying poster that said something like "a bystander that does not help is just as guilty as the bully." And although both Fluke and Jin acted as bystanders, I hate Jin more because he is under the impression that he is kind and innocent, and he is branded this way to all the other characters. Even Non believed it. He takes no responsibility for what he did, or rather, what he didn't do. I don't even think he feels guilty about what happened to Non, he so easily forgot about it. He moved on so fast for someone he saw as a "friend" or, going even further, a "crush." The most evil thing is that the change in the way he acted between the past (smiley, warm, there) and the present (frowny, cold, closed-off) was not due to the fact that he absolutely ruined this kid--someone he considered a friend--'s chance at a future by leaking a video of said kid being groomed, and then proceed to nearly (if not actually) kill this kid with the help of his friends. No, it was do to the fact that his new crush said they were just friends. That's so incredibly pathetic. I'm obviosuly not saying that crushes can't literally crush your soul, but I think he had other issues he could've been worrying about.

6. Phee

Up until episode 9 I absolutely loved him. But then he dissapointed me a bit (which he is aloud to do, he's literally still a kid; for that reason I haven't kicked him off of my list of characters I like just yet). He has a big heart, which was used to cause a lot of good, but unfortunately became his flaw. It started to grow until it out-weighed his sense of justice. I think he still loves Non and wants to know what happened to him, but not as much as he wants to forget and move on with Jin. He came to the house partly to get answers but mostly to fix his relationship with Jin. He started to like the friend group, so he wants to live in ignorance, and that I do not agree with.

7. Tan

Him and Non had a pretty weak relationship, but despite that, he still loves him (he loves his whole family, actually, even if their parents don't deserve it) deeply; deeply enough for them to be the only thing he's living for. In my--who am I kidding, the fandom's opinion, he is currently doing nothing wrong, killing people or not. He lost literally everything, and frankly, it shows. But instead of giving up, he perserved, which is more than Phee can say.

8. Non

Jesus Christ, this poor kid. A family that forgot about him while he was there, and loved him after he was gone, and a boyfriend that loved him while he was there, then quickly forgot him after he was gone. He'd never had it easy in his life and still didn't have it easy (possibly) after his life. If you think what happened with Keng was Non cheating on Phee, fuck you. Fuck you. That was grooming, Non was being taken advantage of. Although I don't really think of Phee sleeping with Jin as cheating, it was more cheating than Non and Keng. Yes, he pulled the rest of the friend group into the illegal money thing, but that was not his fault, it was Por, Top, and Tee's fault. So much shit happened to him, and none of it was deserved; I really hope he's alive and killing them.

9. White

I don't dare to have opinions on him yet because I'm really expecting a deeper backstory. I don't think he's as naive as he's letting on.

If you want to add any of your opinions, feel free to!

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ttwt character profiles - batch 3

MAL

What's your best quality? What isn't great about me? Ugh- fine, okay, I guess my ability to accumulate followers is pretty fun. Faves? (music, colour, movie, food)

I only listen to Japanese music. It's called "J-Pop", not that you've ever heard of it

Black

Okay, um, obviously it's 僕のヒーローアカデミア the movie ワールドヒーローズミッション. What? I can speak Japanese, duh.

Salad or dim sum

Describe your craziest dream. I've actually been conditioning myself to have dreams of my husbando, Levi Ackerman from AOT. I haven't had a non-Levi dream since last year. Best memory from childhood? Having my first meet and greet with my favorite YouTubers! Their names are Dan and Phil- Most embarrassing moment at school? Probably when the popular girls in my grade call me a freak for having BL charms on my backpack. Uncultured, tch Describe the first job you ever had. I work at Hot Topic. Ten years from now, what are you doing? Hopefully writing and producing my own show! My dream date would be with ___________, doing what? OBVIOUSLY my baby Levi. I'd take him to Hot Topic and let him buy as many Funko Pops as he wants with my 5% employee discount. It’s the last day on earth. In five words or less, what would you do?

Post a goodbye to Wattpad

MAX

What's your best quality? My cunning intelligence, of course. Faves? (music, colour, movie, food)

I don't much care for music.

Navy.

Murder on the Orient Express

Challah

Describe your craziest dream. I don't dream. Best memory from childhood? Any time I got to be alone was nice. Most embarrassing moment at school? Pass. Describe the first job you ever had. School is work enough. Ten years from now, what are you doing? Graduated, in a good position at the research university of my choosing. Ideally? Oxford or Cambridge. I would settle for Harvard. Or... I guess, married. That would be alright. Yeah, that would be good. My dream date would be with ___________, doing what? My girlfriend, talking. Since we can't seem to get a minute to ourselves on this damn set. It’s the last day on earth. In five words or less, what would you do?

Try to stop it, somehow.

MICHELA

What's your best quality? Um... I don't know. I'm smart sometimes. Faves? (music, colour, movie, food)

Alternative rock.

Black

Goodfellas

Quiche a la Lorraine

Describe your craziest dream. I have more dreams than nightmares, usually. Best memory from childhood? I have a lot. I guess... camping with Joner would be up there. Most embarrassing moment at school? Ugh. Let's not talk about that. Describe the first job you ever had. I worked at a catering business for a few weeks to afford the school trip to New York. Ten years from now, what are you doing? Anything, really. I haven't really decided on a career path. I guess... I'd like to own a house with Max some day My dream date would be with ___________, doing what? Max, probably forcing him to listen to music because he's allergic to having good taste It’s the last day on earth. In five words or less, what would you do?

Looking back on everything

NOCO

What's your best quality? n/a Faves? (music, colour, movie, food)

n/a

Describe your craziest dream. "I hate everything" Best memory from childhood? My brother hit me in the head with a rock once. Most embarrassing moment at school? Being there. Describe the first job you ever had. It was sad. Ten years from now, what are you doing? Inflicting my vision on people against their will. In a... funny way. Yeah. My dream date would be with ___________, doing what? Your mom. It’s the last day on earth. In five words or less, what would you do?

Post my manifesto.

What's your best quality? I'm helpful! And, uh, I guess I'm a pretty cool person on my own, too. Faves? (music, colour, movie, food)

I have a guilty pleasure for old country music

Orange

Huh... probably The Sixth Sense

My grandma's mac n cheese

Describe your craziest dream. We don't talk about the Geoff nightmares anymore. Best memory from childhood? Not sure I have many. Is that bad? Most embarrassing moment at school? I soiled myself in front of my new class after I changed schools and had to introduce myself in front of everyone. That was last year. Describe the first job you ever had. I'm an... unlicensed counselor. Or... I guess being a friend can be a job too, huh? Ten years from now, what are you doing? Anything I put my mind to! My dream date would be with ___________, doing what? Freud, telling him to shove it! It’s the last day on earth. In five words or less, what would you do?

Tea and cookies with Grandma.

PATRICK

What's your best quality? My skin. Oh, you mean personality? Faves? (music, colour, movie, food)

The hits.

White. Bone white.

Is this necessary?

I'm on a cleanse. Don't bring it up.

Describe your craziest dream. I rid myself of having nonsense "dreams" years ago. Best memory from childhood? I was never a child. Idiot. Most embarrassing moment at school? None. Describe the first job you ever had. I'm interning at a very prestigious firm right now. Ten years from now, what are you doing? Wall street. New York year-round, Hawaii for Christmas, the vineyard for summer. My dream date would be with ___________, doing what? Fiona Apple. It’s the last day on earth. In five words or less, what would you do?

Who cares?

PHILLIP

What's your best quality? I have... um.. so many... it's hard to choose... Faves? (music, colour, movie, food)

Music? I guess, good music. Great music.

Probably red. Red is a very masculine color and very powerful, like blood and fire.

I don't have time for movies.

Um... you know, stuff with protein. Burgers. And. Steak. Probably

Describe your craziest dream. I'm already living the dream, haha. Yeah. I also have dreams about being Alejandro from Total Drama. I believe those are prophecies. Best memory from childhood? Probably showing off to all the girls in my class. Because I am so strong and intimidating. Most embarrassing moment at school? None. At all. Is that question really on there? Describe the first job you ever had. My life is a job. Really. Every day when I wake up, that's like clocking in. When I go to bed, or have a sandwich, that's like the paycheck. Ten years from now, what are you doing? Probably winning. At the universe. My dream date would be with ___________, doing what? Probably the amalgamation of God I met outside McDonald's on Christmas Eve last year. We would talk about so many things. It’s the last day on earth. In five words or less, what would you do?

I could intervene.

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Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy || Chapter 6 || Eddie Munson

Chapter 1 || Chapter 2 || Chapter 3 || Chapter 4 || Chapter 5 || Chapter 7 || Chapter 8 || Chapter 9

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Y/N Henderson || I used she/her pronouns, but there is no actual physical description, so the pronouns can be switched with whatever anyone wants or prefers!

Summary: The Henderson siblings summon the gang and make a plan to help Eddie. However, something is happening to Y/N.

Warnings: the Chrissy-accident mentioned again, mean talk; some fluff here and there. vecna's curse. and, obvs, lousy writing as always.

WC: 6011

A/N: here I am, back with another chapter! get ready for the next one especially, because, once you read this, you will know where the next one is going to go. but, I promise, after that I will give you some fluff. Thank you once again for the love and support! please, leave a comment and let me know if you liked it!

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“Eddie, what are you doing here?” Dustin stood there, in front of the two, with the most confused expression Y/N had ever seen on his face.

“Listen, Dusty, I can explain.” She said, getting up from her seat, and taking a few steps towards him.

Dustin kept his eyes fixed on the raven-hair man who was now standing on the other side of the table. Y/N had never seen Dustin like this, possibly because he never had a reason to be jealous of his own sister. When, the previous summer, she became friends with Steve, Dustin was fine with it because he was the one that had introduced them and he wanted them to be friends. But with Eddie, for some reason, it felt different. It had already been suspicious when she had invited him over for dinner a couple of nights before, but it was for a school project, so he let it go. But he wasn’t oblivious to the way that the guy looked at his sister whenever they met in the corridors at school, or when it was her turn to pick them up from Hellfire. Don’t get him wrong, he wouldn’t have been mad if the two of them became friends. It was just suspicious to find them in their kitchen, alone, having breakfast. “Yeah, explain.” He eventually moved his gaze to his sister, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

She opened her mouth, trying to think of something to say, but Eddie spoke before she could even say a word. “Something happened to me and… well, you guys were the only ones that came to mind.”

Dustin looked intently at the man, tapping his foot a few times. “And couldn’t this wait until, I don’t know, 10 in the morning? How long have you been here?!”

Eddie looked at the girl, unsure of what to say. “He’s been here since last night.” She spoke, looking down at her own feet. She wasn’t sure why she felt guilty, but maybe seeing Dustin’s reaction made her feel like she was stealing his friend, and that wasn’t something a good sister should do.

“He’s been here all night?” Y/N nodded, still not looking up. “And where did he sleep?”

She sighed. “In my bedroom.” That was it. He was going to tell mom, and god knows what would happen then.

Dustin’s eyes, which now looked more like slits, were fixed on Eddie: he was studying him. And Eddie knew he needed to say something, to say that nothing had happened, that he respected Y/N and cared for her, but wasn’t sure that could help. However, he was surprised when Dustin turned around and opened the fridge again, taking out the milk. “What has happened?” He asked, as he set his bowl on the table and took a seat across from where Eddie was sitting. Neither Y/N nor Eddie could really understand what had just happened: one moment it felt like Dustin was going to tear Eddie’s limbs from the rest of his body, and a moment later, he was completely fine.

The couple sat again in their chairs, looking briefly at each other. “Dustin, it… it may be related to the upside down.” Y/N whispered, almost too scared that saying it out loud might cause some sort of short circuit or it could summon a demogorgon.

“Shit,” Dustin sighed, as he set the cereal box back on the table. “Can I at least eat my breakfast first?” He grabbed the tv remote and turned up the volume.

“S-sure!” She said, immediately turning her head to look at the man sitting next to her. We’re fine, she mouthed, giving him a soft, reassuring smile. Eddie looked at her and couldn’t help but smile back. A part of him wanted to grab her hand and hold it tightly. But he couldn’t. At least not right now, and especially not in front of Dustin.

So, they spent a few minutes in silence. Now the sun was getting higher, and the light was coming through the window in the kitchen. Dustin was watching Scooby-Doo, while Y/N had picked her book back up. Eddie didn’t really know why, but he felt safe there, with them. He knew he could trust them.

“So,” Dustin broke the silence once he was done eating his cereal, getting up from his seat to go and place his now empty bowl in the sink. “What happened?” He asked.

Eddie glanced quickly at the girl, who had now closed once again her novel and placed it back on the table. She smiled at him and he knew he had to tell him everything, and so he did. He told him about going back to his trailer with Chrissy, but omitted the part where he was going to sell her drugs. He figured he would already know, but if he didn’t, he didn’t want to ruin his innocence. He told him how he had found her in some sort of trance when he had walked back in the living room, how he had tried to wake her up, about her eyes rolling in the back of her head. But when the hard part came, he stopped. His eyes filled up with tears at the thought, the images reappearing in his head. He wasn’t sure he would be able to go on. But suddenly, a soft, cool hand touched his own, and squeezed it tightly. He turned to look at the girl, who was offering him a reassuring smile. You can do it, she mouthed. And he nodded. He took a deep breath and turned back to look at the boy sitting across from him. And he told him about Chrissy being lifted into the air, about her bones snapping and her eyes popping. And, finally, he reluctantly told him about how he ran.

Dustin brought a hand to his chin. “Okay…” He mumbled. Y/N could tell he was thinking really hard about what he had just heard. “We might need some back up.”

“What? No, we’re not dragging anyone else into this.” Eddie protested, getting up from his chair, immediately starting to pace the floor.

Dustin got up as well, and calmly walked around the table to go and stand in front of the man. “Listen, Eddie. You’re new to this. Me and my friends, we can help you.”

Eddie shook his head. “I don’t care that you guys have saved Hawkins before. I’m already risking everything by being here. I’ve put you two in danger… I can’t risk putting any more people’s lives in danger.”

Y/N sighed, standing up and moving closer to them. “Eddie, you have to trust us on this one.” She stopped his pacing by taking his hand in hers. “Please.” The raven-hair man still wasn’t 100% on board, but he trusted them, he trusted her. So, he simply nodded.

“Y/N, call Steve and Robin, I’ll try and see if I can get a hold of Lucas.”

Dustin spoke like he was some sort of sergeant, and Eddie looked at him with a surprised look on his face. “And what do I do?”

“Follow me, I need to ask you a few more things.” Dustin replied, and disappeared in the direction of his bedroom. Eddie turned around to look at the girl who was already standing next to the phone, and sent her a smile. Maybe they really know what they’re doing, he thought, before following the curly-haired boy in his room.

And just like that, Y/N was alone in her kitchen and could barely hold back the tears. Everything was happening so quickly. That day she was supposed to meet with Robin in the morning, and then spend the rest of the day with Eddie. She was going to learn how to play the guitar. She had spent the previous day buzzing with excitement at the idea of spending more time with him. And, yes, they were spending time together even now, but it wasn’t exactly what she had hoped for. She sighed, wiping away the tears, before picking up the phone and jumping on the kitchen counter to sit there. She dialled the number to Steve’s house. The phone rang. Please, pick up. Please, pick up. She brought her hand to her mouth, biting her nails.

“Harrington’s.” Steve’s voice rang through the phone and Y/N couldn’t have been happier.

“Steve! Thank god you’re awake!” She exclaimed, resting her head against the cabinet behind her.

“Y/N, it’s barely 8 in the morning.” Steve protested. His parents must have left him home alone to go on one of their last-minutes trips, that must have been why he had picked up himself.

“I know, and I’m sorry, but it’s urgent. I need you to go and pick up Robin, and then come here straight away.” She explained, omitting the part where Eddie was there and that he was the one with the problem.

“Robin is most definitely going to be still asleep.” He yawned into the phone.

“I’ll call her and wake her up. But please, Steve, I need you to come here as soon as possible. It’s very urgent.”

“Can’t you at least explain to me what it is?”

She sighed. “It may be related to the upside down.” She said very quietly, scarred to say those words out loud.

Steve stayed quiet for a long time. But, in the background, she could hear steps and a drawer opening. “Tell Robin I’ll pick her up in 10.” And with that he hang up. He could have at least said bye.

She shook her head, immediately dialling Robin’s number. She remembered learning Robin’s number by heart the second summer they had been friends. In case you have a nightmare and need someone to talk to. I’ll keep the phone in my room. She remembered feeling safe at the idea of Robin being there for her even in the middle of the night. She smiled at the memory, until a voice brought her back to reality. “Who is it?” Her voice was low and raspy. She had obviously woken her up.

“Robin?” Y/N’s voice was quiet.

“Y/N, did you have a nightmare?” Robin’s voice immediately changed.

The corners of her mouth slightly moved upwards. “Yes, tonight, but it’s not why I’m calling.” She said. "We have an emergency, and I need you to come here at my place, like, right now.”

She couldn’t even finish the sentence that she could already hear Robin running around her room. “If I get ready, like, immediately, and leave in five minutes, I think I could be at your place by 8:50.”

“No, Robin, Steve is picking you up in less than 10 minutes.”

“Oh, thank goodness, I hate running.” Robin rejoiced, which made Y/N laugh. “Okay, babe, I’m hanging up now so I can get ready. I’ll see you in a bit. Love you.”

“Love you, Roro.” She smiled as she hang up the phone.

She was glad Robin was a part of her life. She was always there for her. She could call her in the middle of the night, and she would run 2.5 miles to get to her house. No questions needed. If she accidentally killed someone and called Robin, she would help her hide the body right away, and create her an alibi on the way. Robin was her best friend, a sister, her person. And it was crazy to think they had come this close to going on a date together, but immediately realised they were way better off as friends. They were partners in crime. So, it didn’t come as a surprise when Robin didn’t ask her what the emergency was, but just acted. Robin hated any form of physical activity, she dreaded it. But she was willing to run 2.5 miles for her. That was why she loved her. And she would do the same for her.

Her train of thoughts was interrupted by the two curly-heads walking back into the kitchen. “Lucas isn’t answering the code red.” Dustin put three walkie talkies on the table. “Any luck with Steve and Robin?”

“Yep, they’re on their way. They should be here in around 15 minutes. Hopefully even sooner.” She said, jumping off the kitchen counter and putting back the phone on the wall.

Eddie took a seat at the table, looking down at his own hands as he fidgeted with his rings. “I have to thank you, Henderson’s.” He said quietly, catching the siblings’ attention. “You’re doing all of this for someone you barely know. Most people would have just called the police thinking I did it.”

Y/N took a seat next to him, moving her hand under the table where she found his lying on his knee. She quickly grabbed his hand, intertwining their fingers. “Hey, you’re not just anyone.” She smiled. They both really thought Dustin wouldn’t notice.

But he did notice because nothing gets away from him. He just decided not to say anything. Whatever was going on between those two, now wasn’t a good time to question it. “Also, don’t thank us just yet. If what we think is true, then the worse part still has to come.” He said in an ominous voice, and Y/N could feel Eddie’s muscles tense.

Finally, someone rang the doorbell and Dustin went to open. Y/N seized the opportunity to gently squeeze his hand, trying to catch his attention. “Everything is going to be okay. I promise. I will do everything I can to make sure you’re safe.” She whispered, leaning forward to place a quick kiss on his cheek, sitting back in her chair immediately afterwards, but never leaving his hand. However, when she turned to see the people walking in the room, she did not expect to see a head of red hair. “Max?”

The redhead stopped in her tracks when she realised someone else was there with them, and Y/N could tell she already knew something by the way she looked at Eddie. “You guys may want to put on the news channel.” She said, turning around to look at Dustin, who had already the remote in his hand. As the channel changed, Y/N felt once again Eddie’s muscles tense up. Interviews to different people around town were shown one right after the other, everyone saying that the town was cursed, that it couldn’t just all be a coincidence. His hand was now gripping hers tighter, as the tv showed the outside of his trailer and a police officer speaking. “They are not saying who it was yet.” Max said, breaking the silence.

“But you know it…” Eddie’s eyes were now on the table, studying the pattern of the tablecloth, trying to remain as calm as possible.

Dustin looked at his friend, waiting for an answer, which only came in the form of a nod. He was going to say something, but he was stopped by the doorbell echoing through the house.

“I’ll go get that.” Y/N briefly squeezed Eddie’s hand before getting up from her seat and leaving the room. When she eventually got to the door, and opened it, she was immediately crushed by Robin’s embrace. She breathed in deeply before wrapping her arms around her body. “Thank you for coming so quickly.”

“We did the best we could.” The girl smiled kindly, as she pulled away.

When Y/N turned around to greet Steve, he was no longer standing there. Instead, he was already in the kitchen along with the others, joining in as they watched the news. The two girls walked in the room in the exact moment when Chief Powell spoke. For the moment, we will not be disclosing the identity of the victim. But, as of now, our main suspect is Eddie Munson. A picture of Eddie appeared on the screen. And everyone stayed quiet. No one wanted to say anything, no one knew what to say. Y/N took a few steps and walked behind Eddie, putting a hand on his shoulder, which he immediately took and held as tightly as possible. In that moment, she was the one person that knew him better than anyone else, and she knew that, if it had been just the two of them, he would have probably started crying, crying because he was angry, because he was being wrongly accused of something he didn’t do, something he could never do. And he had every right to be angry. How could anyone think a human being could do that to another person? How could they think he did that?

“So,” Steve turned to look at her. “The emergency for which we had to rush here at 8 in the morning was to cover for a murderer?” Y/N felt Eddie’s grip tighten on her hand. “Y/N, I’m not going to say ‘I told you so’, but I did tell you that it wasn’t a good idea to hang out with him.”

Eddie snapped, standing up so fast from his seat that the chair slid back and hit her legs. “I didn’t do it, Harrington! Okay? I didn’t fucking kill her!” Eddie was shouting, and she noticed how tightly he was clenching his fists. She wanted to say something, to do something.

Max’s voice took everyone by surprise, especially Eddie. “And I think I can prove it.” Eddie’s head snapped around, looking at her as if he was begging her to speak. “Last night, I was watching tv with my mom. At one point, the lights started flickering and the tv turned off. At first, I just thought we were having a power outage or something, since it happens a lot at the trailer park. But then, I heard someone scream. I looked out of the window and I saw… you.” She said looking the raven-haired man in the eyes. “I don’t think it was you. That’s why I’m here. This… the lights, it’s something we’ve already seen.”

Dustin took a step forward, propping his hands on the table and leaning against it. “Eddie, I think you should tell them what happened.” He tried to be as collected as possible, but deep down he knew that would hurt him more, to tell the story again.

Eddie shook his head, his eyes low on the ground. “I don’t think I can do it again…”

“I’ll do it.” Y/N’s called for everyone’s attention, as she moved closer to Eddie, placing her hands on his shoulders and guiding him to the chair, where she sat him down. “From what Eddie told us, she looked as if she was in some sort of trance, and then she lifted in the air, almost like she was possessed. And then her limbs started snapping and her eyes… popped…” She said, her hands still on the man’s shoulders, trying to bring him comfort as she was forced to bring those images back into his head.

“And, if you don’t mind me asking, who was this girl?” Robin asked, moving closer to the table as well.

Y/N looked at her brother, then Max, and finally stopped her gaze on Eddie. “Chrissy Cunningham.” When she eventually looked up and met her best friends’ eyes, she could see they were shocked. She also could tell everything that was going on inside Steve’s head, so she spoke before he could. “She wanted to buy drugs.” That wasn’t any better in Steve’s eyes, but at least they all already knew about Eddie selling; and he couldn’t accuse him of seeing two girls at the same time. Steve sighed, turning around on himself, not sure what to say. Robin took a seat next to Eddie, putting her hands in her own hair. “We have to find a place for Eddie to stay.” Y/N spoke again. “Because, as much as I would love to keep him here, I can’t put my mom at risk. So, put your little minds at work and think of a safe place. It should be a place isolated, where he can stay as long as possible, until we find a way to prove his innocence.”

Everyone looked at each other, waiting for someone else to come up with the solution. In a small town like Hawkins, it was nearly impossible to do anything without people knowing. They would notice if someone randomly popped in and started living in an abandoned house. So, it had to be something else. “I may have a place.” Eddie spoke, taking everyone by surprise. “It’s a… friend’s house, let’s say. I know he’s not home and that he won’t be for… a while…”

“Good! Where is it?” Y/N asked, moving to his side and leaning against the table.

“It’s near Lover’s Lake, it’s in the woods and there isn’t really a road to get there, just tracks.” He didn’t look anyone in the face as he explained, too worried they might ask whose house it was. How could he have explained that it was his dealer’s house and that it was empty because he was in jail? It wouldn’t have sounded good, and he wasn’t already looking the best, especially in Harrington’s eyes, who he knew hated him.

“That’s perfect.” Said Dustin. “I say we go there immediately. I wouldn’t want mom to get up and find all of us here like this.”

“I’ll go get changed!” Y/N exclaimed, running out of the kitchen and straight to her own room, changing out of her pyjamas and into the first comfortable clothes she found in her wardrobe. She quickly grabbed the keys to Eddie’s van which were sitting on the side table, before running back to the others. “Okay, I’m ready.” Y/N took Eddie’s hand and pulled him gently, trying to get him to stand up. “Dustin and Max, you go with Steve and Robin. I go with Eddie.”

She was already dragging the man towards the door when Steve grabbed her by her free arm to stop her. “No, you’re not. It’s too dangerous. He’s a wanted man. If they see you two together, who knows what might happen.”

“Steve, if you’re not okay with the plan, then just don’t come, okay?” She jerked her arm, freeing herself from his grip. “We’ll go there alone. It’s not a problem.” And with that being said, she walked out of the kitchen and the house, followed by Eddie who just wanted to get away from everyone as soon as possible. In his heart, he knew Harrington was right, that it would have been better if she drove there with the others or if he went there alone all together. But, as far as he knew, that could as well be the last time that he saw her, and he needed to spend as much time as possible with her.

When they walked outside, the sun was just beginning to get warm, the cool morning breeze still gently blowing. Y/N passed Eddie his keys, taking her hair out of the bun to tie them in a low ponytail. However, they were stopped by Steve’s voice running out of the house. “Y/N, wait!”

“What now, Steve?” She was obviously hurt by her best friend’s words and actions. Why didn’t he understand her?

He jogged up to her, and handed her a walkie talkie. “We’ll be right behind you. Just… be careful, please.”

She smiled, taking a step forward to get closer to him and gave him a hug. “Thank you.” She whispered, holding tight to him for a few moments, before pulling away and grabbing the walkie talkie. “Let’s go.”

The ride there was longer that she had expected. She didn’t exactly live downtown herself, but as they drove, she looked outside the window and noticed how the woods became thicker and thicker with every mile. That’s good, she thought to herself, the more isolated and further from town it is, the safer it should be. The ride was also quieter than either of them had anticipated. Eddie kept his eyes on the road most of the time, as silence filled the vehicle. Neither of them wasn’t sure what they should say. So, they both kept to themselves all the thoughts that were going on in their minds. Y/N wanted to tell Eddie that everything was going to be okay, that she was going to do everything in her power to keep him safe, to protect him and to prove he was innocent. However, she was afraid to speak the words, scared of what might actually happen. She could make all the promises she wanted, but nothing in the world could guarantee that. The situation was more complicated than they realised. Anything could happen. But, if she knew one thing for sure, it was that she didn’t want to lose him. And nor did Eddie. He glanced at his side, briefly looking at the girl, who had her head against the window, as she held her knees to her chest. Seeing her like that, he regretted going to her in the first place. He should be the one protecting her, taking care of her, like he did that night after she had her nightmare, not the other way around.

After a while, Eddie took the walkie talkie, which had been sitting between the two of them, and warned the others that they were going to go off-road any moment now. And not even a minute later, Eddie turned right, following a set of tracks on the ground for a while, until they reached a house. It wasn’t the best-looking place she had ever seen, definitely not a place where she would willingly decide to stay, but they didn’t have a choice. Eddie drove past it, looking for a spot where to hide his van. When they eventually walked back, the others had already scouted the place.

“It seems safe enough.” Said Dustin, walking towards the two of them.

However, Y/N did not answer. She walked past everyone, going closer to the house. Something wasn’t exactly right: there was a grandfather clock on the outside. Why would someone want to hang a clock like this outside? She got even closer, studying it, until it chimed. Y/N froze. It chimed again, three more times. Something was clearly wrong, something felt wrong. She wanted to run, but for some reason her body wouldn’t let her. She could barely drag her feet across the dirt and the leaves on the ground. And in doing so, she tripped. She felt her entire body collapse, like when you have one of those dreams where you think you are falling, and then you wake up. Next thing she knew, Eddie was holding her.

“It’s okay, princess, you must have tripped.” He whispered, helping her get back on her feet.

“Did you see it?” She asked, turning to look at him.

“See what?”

“The cl-” She turned back around to point to the house, but they were not even close to it, they were still next to the car. What the fuck? “I thought… Nothing… I thought I saw something… It’s probably just stress.” She shook her head, her heart beating like crazy, as she couldn’t understand what had just happened.

“You haven’t really slept tonight, you’re probably exhausted.” His voice was calm, his tone reassuring. But as he looked at her, he knew something wasn’t right, and it wasn’t just because she was tired from the sleepless night. Deep down he felt guilty. He thought everything was his fault, including whatever had just happened to her. He had dragged her into this, and now the stress was becoming too much for her to handle. “Let’s join the others.” He whispered, placing a hand on the small of her back, as a support as they walked over where the others were waiting for them.

When Steve noticed them, he exhaled. “There you are.”

“Yeah, sorry… I tripped.” She said as an excuse, even thought it wasn’t true and both Y/N and Eddie knew it.

“Anyway, we have already checked and this seems like a safe enough place.” Dustin had taken the reins of the situation, as she had expected him to do. He led them to the dock house, explaining that he had already thought of a plan as they were driving there, but his own sister wasn’t really paying attention. As they walked past the side of the house, she looked at it intently, her pulse rising, as she tried to make sense of what she had just seen: how could she have seen a clock on the side of a house she hadn’t even really seen yet. Yes, they had briefly driven by, but that wasn’t enough to take in and memorise the details. And yet, when she saw the clock, she also saw the bird nest picking out from the roof, and the mouse trap in the corner where the stairs met the outside wall. How was that possible? Had she already been there? She kept her eyes on the house, until she felt Eddie’s hand move from her back to her hand, which he took in his, giving it a quick squeeze.

The man leaned closer to her, and whispered. “Is everything okay?”

She nodded quickly, taking a deep breath. “Yep, I think so.” It was probably nothing, everything is fine, she tried to convince herself, as she walked inside the dock house.

Once they were all inside, Dustin started presenting his plan. “We have to find Lucas and Nancy; they can definitely help us. I’m sure that Nancy, through the school paper, can help us find out more. There must be a reasonable explanation that we can give to the police as to why Eddie is innocent. We will keep in contact with Eddie via walkie talkies the whole time. We’ll check in with him every hour or so, and tomorrow we’ll come back for a food delivery. If everything goes to plan, maybe he will have to stay here only for a couple of days.” Dustin went on, explaining every detail and answering everyone’s questions. However, Y/N still couldn’t wrap her head around what had happened. She took a seat on a crate, looking down at her own shoes. What was wrong with her? Should she tell them? No, they already had enough on their hands. It was probably just sleep deprivation. She had read that it could cause visions. That was probably it. Not that it was a good thing, but at lease she knew. “If that is all, I think we should get going.” Dustin’s voice called her back to reality, interrupting her self-diagnosis.

She finally looked up. “I’m not coming with you.” She said, and she immediately felt everyone’s eyes on her. “I’m staying here with Eddie.”

“No, you’re not.” Eddie’s and Steve’s voice echoed in unison inside the small wooden building. They both looked at each other.

“One thing we can agree on.” Steve said, and anyone could have noticed the look on his face. He didn’t know if he should be happy that he was on his side for this one, or angry because he still was the reason why they all were in that situation.

“Well, good for you.” Y/N stood up from where she was sitting and walked towards Eddie. “But I don’t care. I’m not going.” She crossed her arms in front of her chest and planted her feet, as if she thought someone was going to pick her up against her will to take her away from there.

“Y/N, I can’t let you do this.” Eddie took a step closer to her. “It’s too dangerous.”

“They’re right, Y/N/N.” Robin knew it was a lost cause, trying to make her change her mind, but it was her best friend they were talking about, and she at least had to try and convince her. “It’s not a good idea. This place seems safe, yes. But what if someone finds it, huh? What would you do then?”

“We would run together.” She said as if that was the most obvious thing. “Listen, it’s nice to see you all on the same page, I must admit it. But really, I don’t care.” She turned to look at Eddie. “I’m not leaving you here alone. I told you I was going to make sure you were safe, so let me do this, okay?”

Eddie was going to say something, but Dustin spoke first. “She’s not going to change her mind.” He sighed. “I want her to be safe more than anyone here, trust me. But I know my sister, and if that’s what she’s decided, then no one can change her mind.” He finally looked at his own sister. “Just, please, be safe, and check in with us every single hour.”

“I promise.” She smiled, wordlessly thanking him for backing her up in that decision. She knew it wasn’t a good idea staying there, that she would be running a big risk, but at the same time she couldn’t risk losing him.

At that point it was time for the others to go. Y/N walked out with them, wanting to spend a few moments to thank them privately. She hugged her brother as tightly as she could, thanking him once again for letting her stay with Eddie. She thanked Max, and then Steve, who still wasn’t on board with that decision, but knew better than to go against her will. So, he hugged her, wrapping his arms around her, and telling her to call them on the walkie talkie if they needed anything, or even just if she wanted to talk. Lastly, Y/N turned to Robin, who was already waiting for her with her arms open. She didn’t lose a single second, and immediately crushed her entire bodyweight against her best friend’s, hugging her as if that was going to be the last time that they saw each other.

“Thank you again, Roro. I don’t know what I would have done without your support.” She smiled in the embrace, as her best friend tightened the hold around her figure. “Ro, not so tight, or you’re going to take all the air out of my lungs.” She laughed, trying to push her away slightly, but the other’s grip didn’t change. Contrarily, it felt like it was getting even tighter. “Robin, please…”

“It’s your fault we’re here.” The girl’s voice was cold, and the air around them seemed to change.

She sighed. “I know, and I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have dragged you into this.” She was still struggling for air, still trying to free herself from that hug.

“We’re all going to die because of you.” When she finally managed to get away, she looked at her. However, what she saw was not her best friend, but some sort of creature, something out of her nightmares: it had long fingers that were now pointing at her, and the darkest eyes she had ever seen, which almost looked pitch black. “Your friends are going to die, Y/N, and it will be your fault.”

She took a step back, and just like when she saw the clock, she wanted to run, but her feet seemed to be glued to the ground. She wanted to scream for help, but her voice got stuck in her throat. She felt tears pooling at the corners of her eyes, and a tight sensation at the pit of her stomach.

When Eddie eventually walked out of the dock house, he found Y/N standing there, almost frozen, with her back to the house, looking in front of her. He took a few steps and put a hand on her shoulder. “Everything alright, princess?” He asked quietly.

As soon as she felt Eddie’s hand on her shoulder, she snapped out of it. She looked around and noticed that the others had now been long gone. She turned to look at him, trying to hide as best as she could the terror she was feeling. “Huh?”

“I said, is everything okay?” Eddie asked her again, studying her. Something was wrong.

“Yes, everything’s fine.” She lied.

Something was definitely wrong.

A/N: thank you for reading! love you <3

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x henderson!reader #eddie munson fic #eddie x reader #eddie stranger things #softspaceboibrian #softspaceboibrian writings #stranger things #st4 #stranger things 4 #good old fashioned lover boy eddie

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gaybitchfx · 2 years

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Ok part 3 of I said no where The S4 gang finds out why reader is so mean and hates the people of Hawkins they find out that when he was still a kid he used to be really open to helping and caring for peoples needs but he also had a lot of family problems And one day he got kicked out like Junior year of high school and he really needed help like his one time in not knowing what to do he was kicked to the street and no one he knew would help not the police not child services(because he’s still a minor) and he realized that people was just using him

Note: Damnnnn that’s real deep- but imma write it and ignore the fact I'm listening to some upbeat music

I SAID NO (Pt.3)

Character(s): Lucas, Max, Steve, Eddie, Robin, Nancy, Dustin

Type of reader: M!Reader

Category: Fluff with some angst

Warning(s): Being abandoned(?)

Edited: ❌

Parts: Pt 1 Pt 2

"Hey Nancy..." Robin began getting Nancy's attention. "Yeah? What's up?" Nancy asked. "Why is Y/n like that? Like, why does he hate everyone here?" Robin questioned. "Oh yeah, I've been wondering the same thing." Max said.

"Well, I don't really know myself. Maybe we can ask Joyce?" Nancy said as the group started walking to Joyce's house.

When they got there Steve knocked on the door and they waited for Joyce to open the door, in which she does and is a little taken aback by how many people were standing in front of him.

"Oh, there's a lot of you. Do you need something?" She asked, confused. "Good afternoon Ms. Byers. Do you know Y/n?" Lucas asked making Joyce's eyes widen for a bit.

"Um, yes I do. What about him?" "Well, we're wondering if you could tell us more about him. Since he acts so cold to almost everyone here." Lucas said. Joyce hesitated, but nodded her head and allowed them in to the house and to the living room.

"Wow, where do I even start?" She sighed and rested her cheek on the palm of her hand.

"When he was a kid he was really sweet, the most sweetest boy here in Hawkins. He would help anyone in need even if they didn't want help he would be stubborn and help them anyways, but he also had his own family problems not many tried or wanted to help with." Joyce said with a small smile.

"Sometime in the spring, he was kicked out from Junior High without a valid explanation. At that time his parents also kicked him out and left him on the streets. He tried seeking help, but nobody wanted to help him even though he's helped so many people here in Hawkins. When he really needed the help nobody wanted to lay out a helping hand for him nor did the police or child services." She added, her expression changing to one of displeasure.

"Eventually he found out he was only being used for their selfish needs and allowed his hatred towards everyone become visible." Joyce finished with a sigh.

Everyone sat there quiet as a mouse as they allowed that information to sink in. "I...I can't believe he went through all that at such a young age..." Dustin crooked out as he stared at the ground.

"It's none of your faults since many of you weren't born at the time, so don't feel so guilty for everyone's past actions." Joyce said with a gentle smile.

#lucas sinclair #steve harrington #nancy drew #robin buckley #eddie muson #max mayfield #dustin henderson #fiction #fluff #angst #male reader #stranger things x male reader #stranger things

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averagekanadekinnie · 2 years

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I hath arrived again 🧍🏾‍♀️

But, hello hello!! Hope you're doing well after your break!! I was wondering if you could do a Kel x reader scenario where Kel has been really busy with basketball and hasn't gotten time to hang out with his partner, which is slowly but definitely surely taking a toll on the reader who just wants to spend time with him. However, one night, Kel comes to reader's house and asks is he can stay over and the reader agrees because like who can say no to Kel's innocent puppy dog smile. But then the two of them get to spend time together playing games and talking and then something sentimental happens (ex: first kiss, one of them crying about missing the other, etc. but I'll leave it up to you!!). Sorry thats it INCREDIBLY complicated but I thought it would be pretty cute!!

(OMORI) KEL x READER

Type: Fluff-ish

Warnings: doubting kel-ish?? (jealousy n stuff??)

Notes: ANOTHER KEL REQUEST LETS GOO!!!!

Since KEL has been making more time for basketball, you were okay with it at first!!

Of course, he lets you know first hand.

"Hey, hey Y/N!!" KEL called out to you while you were talking to OTHERMART. Of course you turned around with curiousity. "Oh, yeah what’s up, KEL?"

"Okay so.. listen um.." His tone of voice got serious so your heart dropped for a minute. He noticed and jumped a bit, surprised. "Oh no no! Trust me it’s not THAT type of topic, hehe.." You sighed in relief at his words. He then continued,

"Well um.. I just came to tell you that I might be practicing BASKETBALL a little more than usual! Surprise, haha! Only because there’s this game me and my friends are gonna play next week at the PARK so I wanna practice extra hard until then! I’m sure I’ll win!" KEL boasts playfully before looking at you with his expression and tone a bit guilty.

"Anyways I— I hope you don’t mind that and all..!" KEL sweats a bit. Of course you’re not gonna mind, it’s his favorite hobby anyways. You shook your head and smiled at him. "Of course I don’t mind, I know you’ll win too!" You joked before continuing, earning a laugh from KEL, "But seriously, I don’t mind at all, as long as your happy and all that corny stuff."

KEL smiled back at you, god was he lucky to have you. "Aww thanks Y/N, you’re the best! I loveee you!" He hugs you, he smells bad tbh. He lets go and waves you goodbye. "Well, I’m gonna go back home, I’m babysitting SALLY! Just had to tell you first! Cya, Y/N!"

I mean, it’ll be fine right?

I mean, you got other people to hang out until then, yeah?

Or if you don’t.. that’s tough.

…

It’ll be 3 days until you’ll start to feel REAL lonely without him.

Yeah, sometimes you guys meet up at school but not as you use to.

You don’t even hang out

Whenever you guys look at each other, it’ll just be a simple wave and one of you leaves right after.

I mean, it’s fine right?

You still have friends to hang out with?

Unless you’re alone, then dang,

But KEL… he’s your boyfriend, so obviously without him you felt alone a lot more

Dude he’s the sun you’re the moon

And right now, you want your sun.

You felt really guilty right now, I mean.. this relationship has been going on for 3 weeks, you can’t be all clingy and jealous right?

KEL wasn’t seeing anyone behind your back, right?

No of course he wouldn’t, he’s literally the most loyal person you’ll ever meet

Plus, he doesn’t pull any bitches /hj

Ok ok, let’s move on

On the 5th day, something FINALLY happened

Something good I promise.

You heard a sudden knock on the door, it was raining, who could be outside at this weather? Your parental guardian(s) were taking a nap because this weather is literally a good time to, so you had to open the door. So of course you acted accordingly and speed walked to the door, opening it to find—

A very soaked KEL! Wow, how surprising! "H-Hey Y/N, good to see you! Haha..!" KEL smiled widely at you, completely ignoring that HES SOAKED. "K-KEL, what the hell are you doing outside in the rain?! Eugh, wait here for a second, I’ll get you a towel or something."

You dashed to the bathroom either upstairs or the same floor, opening it to get a towel big enough for a tall man such as him. You ran back and literally threw it on him, which completely surprised him. "W-WOAH, hey what gives?!" After a bit, he finally got it off his head and around his entire body as you let him inside.

You let him sit down on the couch, making a mental note to apologize to your parental guardian(s) for the wet spot of the couch later, as you sat next to him, "Alright, what the actual hell were you doing outside?! You can get sick, you dumb-dumb!" You lectured him as you were his mom or something.

"Hey hey, I know that! I just- I just wanted to see you! I just wanted to come over, alright..? Can I— just stay over, for the night?" KEL looked a bit guilty. When he’s like this, how can you refuse? I mean, you can’t say no to KEL at ALL. You sighed. "Fine, fine. Um, you can sleep on the couch tonight, alright?"

"WOOHOOOOO! THE COUCH IS MY FAVORITE PLACE TO SLEEP! BESIDES MY BED OF COUR—"

KEL cheered out loud, you immediately covered his mouth so he doesn’t wake up your parental guardian(s). "Shush it, will you?! My (older sibling/parent(s)/grandparent(s)/caretaker/etc) is/are sleeping!" "Haha.. sorry." KEL apologized right after, quieting down.

For the remaining hour(s) until it becomes nighttime, you and KEL hung out. It felt nice, considering the fact that he basically focused on his hobby for the past days rather than you. When you were both on the couch, watching whatever, KEL spoke up with his serious tone again.

"Hey uh, Y/N, can I be serious just for a sec?.. I just wanna say sorry." KEL said, feeling guilty. Ah, so he finally noticed. Don’t, don’t actually say that to his face he’ll feel even worse. Play it cool, play it dumb. "Sorry for..?" You asked, even though you already know the answer.

"Sorry for um, not talking to you for those five days n stuff.. jeez I feel- I feel really bad." He says, very guilty as hell. You kinda feel bad. "Whenever we pass by each other at school, I feel so bad that I just.. left you in the dust like that. Sure, playing basketball with friends is super fun, but hanging out with you is better! That sounds pretty corny doesn’t it? But- y-yeah, I’m super sorry Y/N. I’m not really good at these things so.. heh.." KEL laughs it off awkwardly, but you can clearly tell he’s really sorry and definitely wants your forgiveness.

I mean, like I said, you can never say no to KEL, especially when he’s like this. So you simply turn around and give him a biiiig hug! "Of course I forgive you, dude. I cant stop you from doing the things you love. And sure, yeah, that apology was kinda bad, ("Wh-Hey!") but I know you’re being sincere. Just— just promise me after the game, we’ll hang out ten times as much as we did before, okay?" You put your face on the crook of his neck, just hugging him. After a few seconds of taking that all in, he returns the hug, smiling even if you can’t see it.

"Yeah.. ‘course I will, Y/N." Was all he said, but you didn’t care, as long as he promised.. hopefully. After a few minutes of comfortable silence, he spoke up.

"Man, I’m such a terrible boyfriend!"

"..Don’t say that, dude."

#omori #omori x reader #omori kel x reader #kel omori #omori kel #kel omori x reader #OK LISTEN I was gonna make them kiss but I got too tired #hope u enjoyed tho!!

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sharktofu · 18 days

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Get To Know Me Tag

Thank you for the tag @troubled-mind! It's sweet of you <3

Do you make your bed?

No. Well, only if I know I have guests coming.

What's your favorite number?

13 (i'm ~edgy~ like this)

What is your job?

Hmm... Short version: psycholgist/ office worker (long version is there's probably nothing that i haven't done at my job)

If you could go back to school, would you?

No. Uni wasn't bad, but i was very frustrated how everything was textbook-based and lack 'human'.

Can you parallel park?

Fuck no. I'm waiting for the car thats gonna move its wheels to parallel park to come out.

A job you had that would surprise people?

It's only surprisng if you know me because i don't like kids. And I was a babysitter. a very good one at that!

Do you think aliens are real?

Yes. The idea we're the only 'intelligent' lifeform in a vast universe is just stupid.

Can you drive a manual car?

I have only driven a manual car. The idea of automatic makes me sweat.

What's your guilty pleasure?

I think watching BL dramas? But im trying my best to not really feel guilty about it.

Tattoos?

Two! I have one each under my wrists. Am thinking about getting a lil tonberry tattoo to match the resident evil 'danger' line ✌

Favorite color?

Forest green? I'm bad at naming colors, but the kind dark green that feels like moss.

Favorite type of music?

Everything that fits The Vibe ™ - what vibe? who knows. I know i don't like violins and cellos, because they make my ears tingle and not in a good way. But i am very fond of rock.

Do you like puzzles?

The one that you put together and they make pictures? No. I don't have attention for them. But like riddles and stuff? Sure. I'm just v stupid xD

Any phobias?

I always feel uncertain talking about phobias online (bc i dont trust ppl) but i do have one. Fear of snakes. Cannot tell you its name bc everytime i googled it, it showed me snake. Not recommend.

Favorite childhood sport?

Basketball! I'm too short for it but it was always fun bc i was very quick on the court and most players didnt notice me until i was on the opposite side.

Do you talk to yourself?

All the time. if i let out the thoughts in my heads, then i can actively ignore them while im speaking them, so im never left alone with them ✌

What movies do you adore?

Hm. I like horror movies that use the horror elements as a way to express and overcome trauma? But not in a 'in your face' way. The one that you didnt even know it was about loss or grief or trauma until much later.

Coffee or tea?

Give me coffee or i'll die. i adore it. According to my coworkers i drink too much coffee, but who would listen to them.

First thing you wanted to be growing up?

I wanted to be a writer. Still kind of want to but I also am? Because I do count fanfiction.

Softly tagging: @bxdcubes, @astrecora, @sunflowervc, @pixiealtaira, @dark-elf-writes, @princessravenna and mentally hard tagging anyone who would like to do that (because im very bad at talking to people 👉👈)

#tag game #thank you~

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owletwriter · 2 years

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Welcome to Hawkins

CHAPTER 6

Summary: Stranger Things and The Upside Down, they're both fictional, right? But what if it wasn't? What if somehow, someone comes across a gate and ends up in not only the 80s...but in Hawkins?

Slow-burn Eddie x Reader / Eddie x OC, Robin x Friendship!Reader

Disclaimer: Don't own the rights to any characters except the ones I created for this story.

Hope you enjoy!

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It's been about over a week since it was concluded that there was no gate present at Hawkins High. During that time, Steve, Robin and Dustin informed the rest of the group about the situation, even contacting those who moved to California. After some brainstorming, we wound up at the same conclusion, there's nothing that could be done without a gate present.

There was even a discussion if Eleven could open one, but she doesn't have her abilities anymore and even if she did, it's not worth the risk for what might happen opening a gate. Nancy suggested getting in touch with Dr. Owens, but no one knows how to contact him since he apparently went off the grid. As of right now, I'm stuck in the 80s and until something organically happens, this is my new life.

Other than that, every day life has been normal. School, for the most part, has been lackluster. I've been lucky enough to not accidentally bump into the metalhead again. In Pre-Calculous, he skipped a few times and when he does show up, I've been making sure to be in class early, so I can keep my head down looking busy. I feel ridiculous and immature doing it, but I can't help it.

Currently, I've been trying to find someplace to move. Robin has been nothing but generous to me, even getting me a job at "Family Video" and lending me some cash to buy some clothing of my own. However, I think I've overstayed my welcome and even though she's told me it's completely fine, I feel guilty about it. Plus, her mom will get suspicious if I stay for more than the allotted time we said I'd be here.

"You really don't have to leave, you know?" Robin tells me with a sympathetic look as we get ready for school.

I shake my head replying, "Seriously, it's fine, Robin. I'll need to find a place eventually, might as well start now." Robin observes me as I shove my books into my bag and then puts her hand on my shoulder to make me turn around.

Examining my face with slight worry in her expression she asks, "Hey…are you okay?"

Giving her a convincing smile I say, "Yeah, I'm good. I'm just a little worried about my Pre-Calc test today."

"You'll definitely ace it. You're actually some type of savant when it comes to math." She jokes lightly shoving my shoulder earning a chuckle from me. It's then the routine of breakfast, Steve picking us up, and listening to the debate of the day between the two of them while heading to the high school. Today's argument is about what the best sci-fi movie is.

"Hello? It's clearly Back to the Future! Right, Kate?" Robin claims while asking me for backup.

Steve immediately shakes his head, "No way! You only think that because it's popular right now, but Dune is classic and will continue to be one." Steve says rejecting Robin's stance.

"Nope, mine is the superior one. What other movie would take the risk and show a mom wanting to bang her son? Plus, it's going to have a sequel. You only get a sequel if it's awesome." She counters his stance with a smirk.

"Mhm, yeah sure, if you're into that." He tells Robin jokingly judging her which results in her lightly shoving him and he then exclaims, "And hey that's cheating because you had future insight!" He comes up with an idea and says, "Here's an easy way to know which one is better..." Steve addresses me glancing towards the back seat, "Kate, which movie do people know about in the future?"

Robin scoffs, "Now who's the one cheating and you know Kate won't tell us, right?"

I notice a lull in their debate and realize they're waiting for me to say something, "Oh uh, yeah! Sorry can't tell you."

I then continue to gaze out the window and I can here Steve whisper to Robin, "What's with her?" I don't hear a response so I assume Robin just gave him a gesture. We arrive at the school and Steve waves a goodbye as the two of us walk away. Robin and I agree to meet at her locker this time for lunch, and then we split off to our schedules.

Again, I make sure to get to Ms. O'Donnell's class early and instead of pretending to be busy, I actually review the material before the test. Right after the bell rings, I feel the familiar presence of the metalhead passing by me and the usual bundle of nerves come, but I've been getting used to the sensation.

The test is handed out and stare at it before writing my name and the date. The 18th. Let's hope this day just goes by fast. I think as I scan the test first and then begin. It goes smoothly for me solving the problems and with the last few minutes of the class I check for any mistakes. For the rest of the classes, I go through the same motions and space out a little more than usually do.

By the time lunch rolls around, the first question out of Robin's mouth when we sit down to eat is, "How did the test go?"

"It went pretty well. I was able to answer all the problems easily." I answer while chewing after taking a bite of my peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

When I hear no reply I glance up to see Robin inspecting me again, then asks, "Seriously, what is going on with you?"

"What do you mean?" I ask her back a little taken aback by the question.

"You've been pretty quiet and just seem, I don't know…a bit sad?" Robin explains it the best way she can to me. "Did something happen with you-know-who? Like something embarrassing?" She assumes speaking quietly knowing I don't want it to be overheard.

"No, no! Nothing like that." I respond shaking my head and add, "I just didn't really sleep that well, so I've been feeling like a zombie all day."

Relaxing, she chuckles, "Oh yeah, I definitely know that feeling." After a bit more casual conversation, the bell rings and it's time for our History class. Looking down at my tray, Robin points down at the untouched cupcake commenting, "You didn't get to eat your cupcake."

I grab it while putting the tray back where it needs to be and say, "Ah well, I'll just save it for later." We walk over to my locker so I can put it inside while I also snatch the books I need.

It's difficult to stay focused during the class when it starts and during the whole lesson I notice Robin taking glances over at me probably still concerned. Even though it's painstakingly trudging along, the lesson eventually concludes and I stretch out my limbs before standing from my desk.

Before we part for our last class, Robin asserts, "Meet me at my locker again when your class finishes." Without questioning it, I just agree and then she turns to exit the room for her next class.

As I get the textbook for the final subject, I stare at the cupcake sitting in my locker. Screw it. I think as I shove the book back in it's spot, grab the cupcake, and close my locker making my way towards the back of the school. I exit through the back door, scan around to see if anyone is in the vicinity and take a seat on the steps near the top.

Staring down at the delectable treat in my hand, as my mind wanders. I hope Sarah is okay. I don't know how long it's been since I've been gone. I'm unsure if time works the same here versus there. It could be ten minutes or ten years. It doesn't matter I guess because it's not like I'm going back. I won't be able to see my friends, my parents, or brother again. I thought I would be spending today with Sarah. We'd probably go to our usual karaoke spot and then get some ramen from our favorite Japanese restaurant in the city. My eyes start to shed a few tears thinking about my life back during the present day. The door from behind me suddenly opens causing me to spin around to see who it is. It's the last person who I would want seeing me like this in my current state, Eddie.

"Oh sorry, I didn't know anyone else would be here." He quickly says about to turn around until he recognizes me and teases, "I didn’t think you'd be the type to skip."

I clear my throat and look down trying to hide my face with my hair while responding , "I-I…usually don't."

"Well, there's a first time for everything." He chuckles a little, but then he gets a good look at me pausing to ask, "You okay?"

"Y-Yeah, I'm fine." I reply not wanting to deal with him and so I turn my back to him wiping my eyes. I don't hear anything for a moment, but then there's footsteps coming towards me. From the corner of my eye, I see him take a seat next to me a couple of inches away to give me my space.

After a few more seconds of silence, he speaks up nonchalantly, "You know…I didn't think my reputation was that well known that even the new girl from New York knew who I was on her first day here."

"What?" I ask turning my head to him confused.

He smirks at me and says, "You called out my name without me ever properly introducing myself."

It takes a moment to think back to that day and when it clicks, I'm embarrassed by my slipup muttering, "Oh."

"It's cool though. I bet you heard some interesting facts about me." Eddie teases looking forward playing with his rings, but I can hear a hint of annoyance in his tone. Should I risk saying more than I know? I contemplate to myself.

Taking a breath and staring down at my cupcake in my hands, I tell him in a quiet voice, "Um…just that you play D&D and like metal."

"So you don't think of them as…" Eddie starts to say and then puts on a fake newscaster voice, "…satanic rituals."

I can't help but chuckle at his impression and reply, "I-I don't believe in that. My brother plays it…with his friends sometimes a-and he likes that music too."

From the corner of my eye, I watch him face me and asks, "Really now?" I just nod and in response he just says, "Good to know." There's another moment of silence before he speaks up again, "You might not want to squeeze that cupcake any tighter." Without realizing, the treat was slowly emerging from it's wrapper and I relax my grip sighing. "Want to tell me what's up?" The metalhead asks me, but then adds, "You don't have to if you don't-"

"It's my birthday." I interrupt him giving in after I contemplated whether to say something or not.

"Correct me if I'm wrong, but isn't that usually a happy occasion?" He questions now curious as to why I'm acting somber.

"Y-Yeah…but…I…I'm not able to be with my family and friends…and no one here knows. So…" I tell him trailing off getting a little teary-eyed again.

"Party of one." Eddie finishes my sentence and I nod agreeing with him. Suddenly, Eddie stands up and I look over to see him searching his pockets. He pulls out a small piece of paper and then sits back down. I watch him carefully roll the paper, his tongue sticking out a little in concentration. Once done, he proudly holds up the stick of paper exclaiming, "A-ha!" I'm completely confused and Eddie notices, so he then leans over towards my direction which surprises me causing my heart to race faster than it already has been. I follow where Eddie's hand goes, and he sticks his creation on the top of the chocolate frosted dessert in the center. Quickly after, he fishes out from his pocket a lighter, flicks it on, and lights the tip of the paper. "Tah-dah." He says in a sing-song voice and explains, "Can't have a birthday without blowing out a candle."

I just stare at him smiling at me shocked and try to say something, "I-I…y-you…"

He gestures with his eyes and head towards the cupcake stating, "Uh...you should blow on it before it goes out. I don't think I have another piece of paper on me for a redo." As I hold the cupcake up higher to my face he adds, "Make a wish." Closing my eyes, I take a moment to think of what I want to wish for. I wish… I then blow out the flame on the makeshift candle and hear clapping. "Woo!" He shouts and I laugh at his silliness. Once the metalhead is done applauding, he finishes off the celebration grinning and says bowing his head, "Happy Birthday…M'lady." I feel like my heart skipped a beat in that moment.

"Th-Thanks, Eddie." I tell him and to show how grateful I am, I split the cupcake, then hand him half of it. We both devour our halves in a few bites while sitting in silence looking out at the field. The sound of the bell tolls indicating the end of the school day and we stand up from our spot. It's then that I remember our height difference when I view his tall stature. While walking to the door that the two of us came out of, Eddie jogs over to open it for me.

Once I reach him, he stops me before I go through the door to say, "Uh…I know it wasn't really how you imagined celebrating your birthday, but I hope that it was…something for you and that it helped a little."

Quickly studying his face, I can tell he really means it and I smile reassuring him, "It did. I…I really appreciate it."

We both enter the school again and before we part ways, he says, "I'll see you tomorrow in Ms. O'Donnell's."

I nod my head replying with a simple, "Okay." I turn walking away first, but I get the urge to look back, so I do. It's then I see Eddie still there watching me with a smirk and does a small salute when he notices that I turned around. I'm startled by it and spin back continuing to move forward. Robin's locker is close, so I head over to her with a bit of pep in my step. She's there gathering her things and once she spots me, her face goes from a casual smile to bewilderment.

"Alright…something definitely happened." Robin announces as I lean on the locker next to her and she goes on to make her observation, "This whole day you've been kind of moody and now suddenly you have a smile that looks permanently etched on your face. Spill it."

I sigh and feel a sense of guilt when I first start explaining, "So, I didn't tell you this earlier because I felt weird bringing it up, but…today's my birthday."

Robin's mouth immediately hangs agape and then shouts, "Oh my god! You should've told me!" Before I can reply, she then realizes something and continues, "I'm such an idiot! I saw your birthday on your ID and I totally forgot!"

"I didn't expect you to remember after just glancing at it. It's totally fine, Robin." I tell her trying to comfort and calm down her slight frantic state.

"No it's not." She declares while slamming her locker shut and then says now pushing me down the hall, "I'm going to make Steve cover for us at work and we're going out to celebrate." Before I can even try to refuse, Robin answers, "Nope, not taking no for an answer."

We arrive at my locker so I can grab my things and while doing so, I finally speak up, "You don't have to feel completely bad about it because…I kind of…already had a mini…party?"

Taking hold of my shoulders, she spins me now curious questioning me with the tiny bit a jealousy in her voice, "With who?"

Now feeling embarrassment from the situation, I ramble, "I mean, it wasn't planned. I decided to skip last period and went out back with my cupcake to sit on the stairs. I was going to just kind of wallow in silence while shoving the dessert in my face, but then he interrupted me before I did that. He noticed I was upset, I told him it was my birthday and then he preceded to make me a candle. It was actually impressive thinking on the spot using a piece of paper and his lighter. I blew it out and then to show my thanks, I split the cupcake with him so we could both eat it. The bell rang, we part ways and before we did he said he'll see me tomorrow in Ms. O'Donnell's class. It's really not a big deal when you think about it."

"Ms. O'Donnell's cla-" Robin begins to say confused until a light bulb went off in her head realizing who I'm talking about and exclaims shaking my shoulders, "Holy shit! You were with Eddie!?"

I slap her hands off me shushing her and whisper, "Yes!" I close my locker and now talk at a normal volume, "Like I said it's not a big deal."

"Not a big deal!? This is huge!" She says still a little louder than I would like and then tells me, "He went out of his way to make you a candle for your birthday."

Raising my eyebrow at her while making our way to the exit I state, "It was just a piece of paper."

"Yeah, but it's not about the paper, it's what he did that means something." Robin replies and as we stand outside now waiting for Steve to pick us up she faces me to note, "He wanted to cheer you up and did. Plus, if it meant something to you, it's not just nothing." Before I can respond, we see Steve's car pulling up to us. "So, I'm thinking we first go to the arcade. After that, we'll stop by to visit Steve at work when he's done with his shift to grab a whole bunch of movies and we'll then all go back to my home to have ourselves a marathon." She tells me laying out her plan.

I chuckle amused by her schedule, "You can't forget the pizza and ice cream."

"Oh there's no way we can have a marathon without them." She comments like it's the most obvious thing in the world. "So, ready to have some fun?"

I smirk gesturing to a clueless Steve watching us and say, "Lead the way, Buckley."

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beneath-her-soul · 7 months

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Time check: 0837hrs

Location: Train otw to work

I'm feeling a lil bit anxious right now. I don't know if I can make it on time to chase after the company's transport and also I'm still having dry cough and it's been like this for the past 3 days. I would also like to take my mind off by writing so I feel much calmer.

Over the last weekend, I spend my off days with Mr Husband by going to our first Halloween Horror Night at USS! I've never been to this event during my younger days as I never like crowds, horror, tickets are pricey and I was still schooling and it normally ends late at night hence, I need to have enough money so that I can actually pay for the tickets and taxi fare back home. In summary, it just cost expensive for me to pay for everything because I wasn't yet a working adult and I have curfew.

Mr Husband bought the tickets to surprise me as both of us are virgins for this event and since we're already married, why not right? He made sure I blocked off the date and told me not to make any plans. I was so excited and looking forward to it because it's been awhile since he come up with something for us.

After night shift, I slept for the entire 5hrs and woke up at 5pm to wash up and get ourselves prepared. H told me to wear something comfortable with my tokidoki bag and sports shoe as we're gonna be walking alot on that night. While I was doing my make up, I asked him if we're watching a concert lol 😂 Idk I just want to find out more to see if he's able to keep up with the surprise.

I was terrified at first bcs lol like I told you, I am never a fan of anything horror as it stresses the shit out of me and furthermore, it just makes me overthink when I'm alone. Almost every of the haunted house, I decided to walk infront and prefer H to be at the back bcs I hate it if the ghost starts to scare me from my back like I can't see but I can feel your presence behind me. I was laughing most of the time during the haunted house experience bcs of the other people in it as they were screaming and just trying to avoid getting scare hahaha it was hella funny. I was more fascinated by the works they put it on the set up. Every haunted house has a theme for it and it was well decorated it looks real. The cast look real and they didn't broke out of character.

During the journey to the destination, I somehow got a sense that we're going to go to Sentosa judging by the route we took. We parked our bike at vivo and took the monorail to Sentosa. It was crowded since it's Saturday. (And it's been awhile since I went out on weekends). And tadaaaa, we reached USS! It was crowded as heck and we were already perspiring. Bleargh. We brought our portable fan and it was a huge life saver for us. There were 3 terrifying haunted houses and 3 sinister scare zones. And btw, H also had another surprise by purchasing the express tickets. Homaigod how much have he spent in total just for these. Makes me feel guilty that he's spending so much just for this. But then again, it's worth it bcs the queue was insaneeeee for each of the haunted houses. I think I might just give it a pass if H didn't buy the express tickets.

The last haunted house we went to was The Weeknd: After hours til dawn nightmare. All you see was...... The weeknd, his chopped off head, everything of him. I'm just like 😮 I don't listen to his music but I knew who he was. I was really horrified and disgusted. The Botox face, just everything. But it was well executed I must say.

We did get to ride on mummy and transformers at least. The atmosphere was so lively as it's been such a long time since I attended something like this. Something that makes me feel alive. You know? I've been walking in circles over the last few months and going to this event at 29 years old, hits me differently.

We ended off our night at 0030hrs and head our way home. I kept thanking the husband for the surprise and it was memorable experience for first timers. Alhamdulillah, bucketlist ✅

Update: I made it to catch for my bus.

#halloween horror nights #life #journaling #spilled thoughts

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strwbryfeels · 2 years

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A few months ago, I listened to Working Class Hero and had a fleeting curiosity that went a little something like "is this about Paul?" Finally, after many a sleepless night, I composed this very rambly mess of my thoughts on the song, (mostly) line for line. This is all just speculation and thinking aloud. <3

My basic thought on WCH is that it’s John singing to/about Paul (and, to a lesser extent, himself).

As soon as you’re born, they make you feel small

I think this is a pretty broad statement and could apply to just about anyone, especially the working class, which this song claims to be directed toward. And I think it can apply directly to John and Paul as well. John’s father left at an early age, his mother was unable to take care of him, he stayed with his Aunt Mimi who was very rigid (x), teachers often got onto him and wrote him up for bad behavior (x), etc. Paul was the eldest of two sons and at the age of 14, his mother passed away, which – understandably – caused emotional damage that has followed Paul around ever since. He took on the duties in the McCartney household that would be typical of a mother or older sister during this time period. Jim hitting him couldn’t have made it any easier to cope with the loss of his mother and developing his self-esteem / a secure self-image. In short, they both had difficult, emotionally strenuous childhoods. They were made to feel like they had no control in their lives. They both reacted quite differently to this. John leaned toward being more rebellious (hence the trouble in school), whereas, for Paul, this manifested as trying to seem well-put-together to outsiders.

Till the pain is so big, you feel nothing at all

This is the direct response of the tumultuous upbringings both men experienced. John numbed himself to feeling anything, especially after the death of his mother, Julia. And when his close friend Stuart died, he wouldn’t allow himself to be vulnerable enough to let out tears (x, x). Throughout his life, he struggled with addiction and substance abuse, and explained in 1971 that “I think if people are allowed to be a bit more free and express themselves, they wouldn’t have to inhibit themselves by taking drugs to not be hurt. People take drugs and drink so as they don’t feel what’s going on around them (x).” Paul himself battled with addiction throughout the 60s and onward – most notable was his use of cocaine during 1967, which he has said himself he enjoys the literal numbing effect of (x).

They hurt you at home and they hit you at school

Neither John nor Paul had the best relationships with school or teachers. More specifically, though, Paul has described teachers as “perverts”, and his father seemed not to defend him when he thought he was mistreated by authority figures in the school setting (x).

They hate you if you’re clever…

John is known for being witty and sly and having a mouth that got him into trouble.

...and they despise a fool.

The Fool is an archetype that many associate with Paul, an obvious result of his song "The Fool On The Hill" from Magical Mystery Tour. He has explained that he got the inspiration for this song from the tarot card, The Fool, which represents "the innocent" – the fool appears here in WCH, and is a recurring symbol in John's and Paul's songs. I think Paul saw The Fool as something he wished to be more like. Paul, I believe, saw himself as somehow tainted or guilty (by drugs, by the way other people treated him, by his own identity, etc.), and thus perceived the image of The Fool as something he hoped to portray, especially during the 60s. I also would like to mention that The Fool can represent new beginnings, starting over, and believing that the universe will put you where you need to be. The Fool is often the protagonist in the story outlined in the tarot deck. It is labeled as card zero in the deck.

They’ve tortured and scared you for twenty-odd years

I don't have much to add to this except that Paul was around twenty years old when he chose John over his father, Jim (x).

Then they expect you to pick a career

Paul has been asked many times what he would have been if music hadn’t worked out. He has contemplated being a lorry/truck driver, a teacher, and his mother wanted him to be a doctor, while his father would have loved for him to be a scientist. But, in the end, he always said that there was nothing else he wanted to do more than music; John also has been asked that same question, only to respond by saying that he wanted to be rich, but, mostly, he wanted to make music, to be a Beatle (x). Also: (x).

Keep you doped with religion, and sex, and tv

This line reminds me specifically of the "more popular than Jesus" article (yes, the one that Americans blew way out of proportion and burned records and threatened The Beatles over). It was written by Maureen Cleave, a friend of the group; she wrote four different articles, one for each of the members to describe little bits of their lives. The article she wrote about John described what a typical day may look like for him, and it described him as "the laziest person in England" and as being surrounded by material belongings that hold fairly little substance: "One feels that his possessions – to which he adds daily – have got the upper hand…" In the article, the conversation of religion also comes up, which later became a huge controversy throughout their 1966 American tour. "If I'd said television is more popular than Jesus, I might have got away with it. I pointed out that fact in reference to England: that we meant more to kids than Jesus did. Or religion. At that time. I wasn't knocking it or putting it down, I was just saying it as a fact. And it sort of- it is true, especially more for England than [the U.S.] (x)." Reading the article and listening to John talk about it afterwards only strengthens the connection to that controversy in The Beatles' careers and what he was describing in WCH. It seems that he believed religion and TV were used to keep people in a sedated mindset, essentially making them easy to control – being fed certain media, causing them to be numb or unaware of the world around them / different perspectives, etc. As for the mention of sex, I believe this relates more to Paul, who was known to live the bachelor lifestyle throughout the 60s, whereas, during the same time period, John is not known to have had as many casual sexual relationships with women (x).

And you think you’re so clever and classless and free

I think this could be a rag on Paul, who often surrounded himself with people who were from higher social standings than the one from which he came (x).

But you’re still fucking peasants as far as I can see

But John calls him out, saying that – deep down – Paul is still the same working class person he has always been, no matter the people he spends his time with or the amount of money he has, etc. I think this could also be a dig at Paul's wife Linda, who John wasn't very fond of (x).

“There’s room at the top,” they are telling you still

I believe this is John calling out Paul's habit of constantly aspiring to fit in with higher class people.

But first you must learn how to smile as you kill

And this is John kind of saying that, in order to make it to the figurative top of society, Paul must put on a façade that has the ability to sever other, more genuine relationships.

If you want to be like the folks on the hill

Sounds oddly similar to "the fool on the hill" + it's a reference to the fact that Paul is still on a seemingly asinine, endless journey to become something he isn't.

If you want to be a hero, well just follow me

Calling for Paul to return to John, to follow him again instead of people like Tara or Jane or Robert or Linda. I think, possibly, this is an attempt to remind Paul that he and John are more alike than anyone else. And that there's no purpose in following someone who doesn't get him.

#this is purely me taking a little thought and blowing it up #it's not organized perfectly so i might edit the format later #working class hero #plastic ono band #john lennon #paul mccartney #the beatles #lyrics #1970 #lennon/mccartney #john and paul #mclennon

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tryst-art-archive · 1 year

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Before I put the dA descript, allow me to add the context that "Shout It Out" was an art meme that went around dA in late '07. The idea was to make vent art where you got the things you don't usually say out of your system, using a particular format.

To summarize: When I tried to do the Shout It Out meme, I short-circuited. I sat on this thing for months (which is evidenced in the archive, too) because I couldn't decide about putting the things I wanted to shout into the piece.

I remember I filled several pages of a large sketchbook with things to write into the piece. I haven't looked at it in a few years, but I remember the last time I did, it was pretty triggering stuff. It was very raw, and I was in a lot of (emotional) pain when I wrote it.

The choice to post this as a loud silence was very deliberate, although obviously I waffled about it. Whatever I may say in the description, the loud silence was supposed to be emblematic of how much I felt I couldn't say, for fear of upsetting the people around me or because I inevitably wouldn't be understood. In some cases, it was a physical inability. There have been many times when I've tried to express something vulnerable only to have my throat physically close up and prevent me from doing so.

I'm not going to look for the sketchbook write-up of what was supposed to be here, but I do have some of the notes digitized. A selection of those are below the cut.

But this is the most important one: "I almost wish I had been born a gay man; I don't know why."

"I HATE SCHOOL but I'm an HONORS STUDENT so I'll go to college anyway."

"I HATE MYSELF and have for a long time."

"I MAKE UP EXCUSES and BLAME OTHERS for my FAILURES and SHORTCOMINGS because I can't bear to shoulder the responsibility myself."

"I am FUCKING HORNY all the FUCKING TIME."

"I fear abandonment."

"I GAVE UP on art for the same reason I QUIT gymnastics and swimming when I was LITTLE; IT STOPPED COMING EASILY TO ME."

"I FEEL GUILTY about being UNHAPPY."

"I NEVER LOVED another person UNTIL I MET MARE; that's why she's my best friend."

"The PLAY Pippin SCARES ME BECAUSE IT DESCRIBES ME."

"I am convinced that I'm the only person who feels as I do despite all evidence to the contrary."

"I LIKE MEN, but I feel like no one knows it."

"I AM AFRAID TO POST THIS; I AM AFRAID TO WRITE IT DOWN. For every one thing I say, I have left 3 things unsaid."

"No one can "read" me. I put on so many acts and masks that I am not sure who I am or when I'm really being sincere."

"I am self-conscious about everything; I fear being disliked."

"I DON'T KNOW HOW TO SAY 'NO,' and I KNOW that it will get me in trouble one day."

"I can't draw or write anything pornographic because it embarrasses me."

"I AM INSECURE, but nobody seems to know it."

"I WANT TO LOVE SOMEONE ENOUGH TO LIVE FOR THEM; Dying would be too easy."

"I AM EASILY OVERRIDDEN; I AM A DOG ON A LEASH"

"KNOW THAT WHEN I PROTEST, I AM FIGHTING MYSELF TO DO SO."

"PLEASE KNOW WHAT I WANT AND NEED because I cannot make myself say even if it's something as simple as a glass of water."

"I think that I will be a terrible mother. I DO NOT WANT TO HAVE A DAUGHTER."

"LET ME SLEEP UNTIL WE GET TO THE GOOD PARTS!"

"I MAKE THINGS HARD FOR MYSELF and I don't know why."

"I REFUSE TO LET PEOPLE SEE ME cry."

"I want you to think 'There is a girl who truly hurts, but, oh, see how she triumphs despite!' in admiration."

"I don't know what I'm going to do next year"

"I feel OUT OF PLACE with other people; that's why I'm antisocial."

"I DO NOT BELIEVE IN AN AFTERLIFE AND I NEVER HAVE not even when I was small."

"LISTEN TO ME WHEN I SPEAK, GODDAMIT!"

"I wish I were OMNISCIENT."

"I REGRET almost everything."

"I DON'T EXPECT TO EVER BE HAPPY, I ONLY HOPE I WILL BE."

"I LOVE VIDEOGAMES AND WISH TO BE RECOGNIZED FOR IT."

"I fear blindness, deafness, old age, balding, and becoming ugly. I fear forgetting."

"I almost wish I had been born a gay man; I don't know why."

"I like girly, pretty shoes. I never buy any because I know I'll wear them all of once if I ever wear them at all."

"I like songs that RELEASE ME."

"I have trouble expressing myself."

"I miss my childhood, but I also realize that I've romanticized it in my head."

"I believe people are basically rotten at heart."

"I HAVE DOUBLE STANDARDS."

"Without people to say 'It's time for dinner,' I probably wouldn't eat just out of laziness."

"I'm afraid that I'm annoying."

"I’M SHY. I don’t do half the shit I want to.I’M A GOOD GIRL. I don’t do half the shit I want to.I’M A GOOD LIAR. So I get away with doing the half that I do do."

"iBottle."

"NO MATTER WHERE I GO, I FEEL LIKE I DON'T BELONG."

"I'm afraid to say 'I wish...' because I'm worried that my wish will come true."

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gogolstoelicker · 2 years

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Hello love <3. Can I request Nikolai Gogol MC? Love u so much

Riddle, Azul & Vil with a Gogol!MC

note: I LOVE GOGOL SO MUCH CAN U TELL😍😍 WHEN I FIRST SAW HIM, I JUST FELL HEAD OVER HEELS, GIGGLING AND BLUSHING AND KICKING MY LEGS WHENEVER HE APPEARED

side note:why is writing his description kind of hard

You're sadistic and love to speak in great theatrics, having the tendency to pose questions as "quizzes". Those quizzes are oftentimes rhetorical threats. When fighting, you expressed great joy in fighting and tormenting your opponents.

You had hinted that your eccentric persona may or may not be real. That the side of you feels no remorse when doing evil acts is just as real as your other side that is feeling guilty, claiming to want to soar as free as birds do.

Riddle:

Azul:

the worse at tolerating you

everytime u appear, he cried a little on the inside and just silently wished for u to leave him alone and leave

its like u can read his mind bc u started making quizzes abt the exact same thing he's feeling

and honestly? u probably saw all of his rules and scheduled life to be quite dull

you're a free soul, seeing them bounded to rules probably got the gears in ur head moving

so guess who's the little devil going around in heartslabyul telling students to break the rules or make at least one student to break the rules once a day?🤗🤗🤗

cater and trey trying to stop u because they don't want to die:😫😫

keyword: trying. it did not work

riddle could not handle u at all

straight up tried to ban u from the dorm

probably knocked on his door at 3am to play some random board game too

he go to school the next day with eyebags bc of u

now he is determined to ban u from the dorm

well not that it can stop u anyway

enjoy the cat and mouse chase ig?

smile and nod yall, just smile and nod

well he dealt with floyd so he can tolerate u here and there

but if u do smth like accidentally chased his customer away from ur pranks? oh he's coming for that ass

u prolly don't like his contracts💀since it's kind of bounding someone to smth

stomping ur way like🤬🤬🤬

probably tried to pull him out of work with pranks too and he is SICK and TIRED of it

he just wants to work💔pls💔

he wants the money pls stop distracting him💔

probably a #1 supporter to destroying the contracts

not even to free the students, its mostly for personal reasons

ok maybe a little bit of wanting to free the students too but its mostly u wanting to destroy the contracts bc it goes against ur beliefs💀

and u won't really care usually well more like u can't do anything to everyone and force ur beliefs on them BUT

but since you're kind of involved with azul and ur friends are asking u to destroy the contracts, what can u do amirite😘😘

azul:

Vil:

honestly? he can tolerate you better too🙏

all bc of how he's near rook most of the times that he tolerates u best

u, the menace, obviously noticed this and used it to your fullest advantage

vil is tolerating you? well he can surely tolerate THIS too🤗 *pulls vil into ur overcoat or smth idk*

vil almost flipping u when u disappeared with ur ability

him frantically checking his appearance

finds out he looks just fine🤨u and that ability of yours honestly🙄🙄

he does mind ur pranks and had asked u to tone it down but its not helping much so uh

just dont bother him and his dormmates🤨u better not accidentally ruin their appearance bc of ur prank or smth🤬

but other than that, he'll answer ur quizzes and actually listens to ur rare rant abt wanting to soar as freely as birds

probably doesn't like how scheduled his life is😭😭

writing this far finally made me realized how badly putting these three next to a gogol!mc are💀

like imagine putting someone who's goal is complete freedom with three people who's lives are bounded to their own rules or just bounded to smth in some way💀

well opposite attracts amirite⁉️

moving on, you'll be more than happy to help vil if he needs any help with special effects on stage while acting or smth

he needs someone to throw these things from up like snow for the sake of the story? u got him

with that ability of urs, you can do anything💪‼️

congrats? u two are besties? kinda?

#twst #twst wonderland #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #riddle rosehearts #azul ashengrotto #vil shoenheit

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3rensgf · 3 years

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stupid/annoying, but endearing, things they do in a relationship eren, armin, jean, connie, erwin, levi, reiner, bertholdt, porco, zeke, colt, hanji, mikasa, sasha, annie, pieck

word count: 2.3k

warnings: one mention of sex in erens, reader uses makeup in jeans, mentions of injuries and dilf!reiner in reiners

notes: this is a gn!reader. there are mentions of makeup being used, but i feel like any gender can use makeup. it's not even anything serious like a beat face. just some lip gloss n mascara. chapstick too but thats not makeup. it's just one line, so you can skip over it if you would like to!

✩ eren bites you. its not even in a sexual way, he just likes to bite. they’re like a second form of kissing to him. you could be chilling together on the couch watching a movie, and he’ll just chomp on your shoulder. even when you were trying to focus on something, he swings by, bites then leaves. eren has no shame, so he does it in front of your friends too. you could be having a normal conversation with mikasa and he’ll just bite you, then the two of you carry on as if it was normal. it’s not normal. but you love it. sometimes you bite him back too. but only in private.

✩ armin gives you random things he finds. armin likes to go out and explore, with or without you. when he comes back after an adventure you opted out of, he always has something for you he found. a rock, a seashell or a cool flower are just some of the things he gets for you. if he can’t find something, he finds a gift shop to get you something instead, saying, “well, (y/n), i did find it in the gift shop.” he always looks so proud giving it to you, rambling about the story of how he found your gift. you have a small box tucked away with all the treasures he gives you.

✩ jean steals your things. whenever he comes over, he likes to mooch off your possessions. if he’s spending the night at your place and needs a shower, he’s using your shampoo, conditioner and body wash. if his lips are chapped, he swipes your lip balm to use on himself. one time you even walked in on him trying your mascara and lip gloss. another time he had your clothes on his giant frame. but he always replaces whatever he uses, venmoing you within the next few days with some cash and a sorry note. “sorry for using ur lip balm baby, buy some more <3” with $20 attached to it. you tell him that lip balm doesn’t even cost that much, but he tells you to treat yourself to lunch with the extra money.

✩ connie makes plans without letting you know beforehand. at 3am, you are woken up by an influx of messages and calls from your boyfriend. in your sleepy state you go to answer him, only to be told to get dressed and come out. he’s right outside of your house and hungry. you remind him it’s very early in the morning and you both have class. “but i’m hungry and craving burgers,” he repeats. you have no choice to get in the car with him. this can happen throughout the day, not just early in the morning. one time he whisked you away in the middle of your online class because he didn’t tell you he bought tickets to a movie showing in 30 minutes. the memories you share on these spontaneous dates are always your favorite ones with him.

✩ erwin buys you whatever you like in bulk. it’s not even an exaggeration when you say bulk. you mention one thing to him, and the next day there are boxes upon boxes sitting on your kitchen counter. “these oranges taste pretty good,” you mumble to yourself as you peel your 2nd one. erwins sharp ears hear this, and first thing in the morning he’s off to buy multiple bags of your supposed favorite oranges. it takes you days, sometimes weeks, to finish whatever he decided to buy you. you always tell him he doesn’t need to buy so much, but he never listens. though, you always appreciate how attentive he is to your likes and dislikes.

✩ levi cleans up for you and ruins your organization. it’s always a blessing when someone else decides to take on the burden of cleaning for you, and you thought you hit the jackpot with a boyfriend who loved to clean, clean, clean. but it could get annoying when you suddenly couldn’t find anything you placed anywhere. if you’re anything like me, you’re messy but organized. you know where things are. when levi comes to clean, he places things where he thinks they should go. you’re sent on a wild goose chase looking for your pencil case, only for it to be in a completely different drawer than the one you usually kept it in. despite this behavior, it’s always nice to come home from a long day from school to see your desk organized. what was once a mess of papers and other supplies have been filed into their correct places, the table wiped down from any lingering coffee stains and your supplies being organized in a way so you knew where everything was. sometimes there’d be a plate of fruit with the note, “good luck on your exams,” written in your boyfriends neat writing beside it.

✩ reiner coddles you too much. whenever you express any sort of discomfort, reiner is always rushing to your side. “are you hurt? do you need medical attention? how many fingers am i holding up?” he asks, checking you for any cuts or bruises. thank you, honey, but i’m fine. just bumped into the counter. despite that, he’s dragging you over to the bathroom to fix up your imaginary injuries. you always find it a bit much when you’re fine. it’s during the times where you’re actually hurt where you learn to appreciate it. he’s so gentle cleaning your cuts, kissing them softly once they’re dressed. you wonder if he’d be like that with your future children.

✩ bertholdt is too nervous around you. it’s been years since the two of you got together, and he still refuses to make eye contact with you. his hands get sweaty and shake when you attempt to hold his hand. he always stumbles over his words when speaking to you as he tries to find the right words to say. he even blushes when he introduces you to other people as his significant other! you remind bertholdt over and over again that he doesn’t need to be so shy around you. but you cant help but coo over him showing up for your date, flustered mess and thrusting flowers into your hand. “they reminded me of you,” he said quietly, refusing to meet your eyes. you giggle and press a kiss to his hot cheeks.

✩ porco is too cocky for his own good. he’s always parading around the house, boasting about his latest achievements. he beat colt in a video game colt was a supposed god in. he can throw a baseball farther than zeke. he can run faster than pieck. if he’s taller than you, he's always making fun of you for being shorter than him. if you’re taller, you’re not exempt from his wrath either. he’s boasting about how he’s perfect height to not hit his head on doorways. he never goes as far as to hurt your feelings, always knowing when to stop. though he has a big ego, he would let it crash and burn just to see you smile after beating him at smash bros. you laugh and taunt him, happy you beat him in one thing. he doesn’t mind, instead watching you with a soft smile on his lips and love in his eyes.

✩ zeke forces you to work out with him. and it’s not like in the afternoon to help you stretch out. it’s not light yoga or a couple minutes on the treadmill. no, this man wakes you up at ass crack in the morning to take you on a 5 mile hiking trip. you barely have any time to register what is happening around you before you’re already standing at the start of the trail with your gear. “come on! we can’t slack off!” he says, clapping his hands together. the sun is beating down on you and your feet hurt, but this man doesn’t let you stop for a break. “we’re almost there,” he says. your complaining goes out the window when he shows you the view at the top. its one of the most beautiful things you’ve ever seen. hiking up long ass trails to see beautiful views with your boyfriend was so worth it in the end.

✩ colt accidentally turns your dates into babysitting sessions. you show up at his house with the promise of a good time, only to be met with a guilty looking colt and his little brother falco behind him. “sorry,” he says sheepishly, “gabi got sick with the cold, so i couldn’t drop him off there. i hope you don’t mind him staying.” you hide your disappointment behind a wide smile, nodding enthusiastically as to not hurt either of their feelings. you just wanted to spend some alone time with your boyfriend, and it would have to wait. hanging out with falco wasn’t actually that bad. the three of you had an amazing time together, watching tv, playing games and even baking together. if you hate kids, you can’t bring yourself to hate falco; he’s just the sweetest boy you’ve ever met. you and falco are already asking colt when the three of you can hang out again when you have to go back home.

✩ hanji is always talking. you don’t discourage them from talking about their interests. they’re very passionate about the things they love, and can’t help talking about them. its like the scene where hanji kept eren up all night talking about titans. when you’re trying to focus on something or go to sleep, hanji is just yapping away. you’re honestly amazed at their ability to never run out of things to say about the most mundane things. hell, one time they talked for an hour and a half about a building color they saw when they were out one day. but hanji just looked so happy when talking. their face would break out into a huge grin, and their arms would fly around as they told their story. it was too cute for you to tell them to stop.

✩ mikasa hovers too much. every corner you turn, every place you go to, mikasa is following. she claims she’s not clingy, but in reality she is. it’s like a cat who hates affection, but needs to be in the same room as you at all times. you don’t mind her following you into the bedroom or living room or kitchen. you had to draw a line when she tried to follow you into the bathroom. even when you’re out, she’s always following you around. you tell her it’s okay to break off from you and spend some time by herself, but she always shakes her head and follows you to your next destination. you’re always grateful for her hovering when a group of drunk people try hitting on you, whistling and telling you they’ll give you a good time. but one look at your girlfriend who showed up from out of nowhere, and they’re running away with their tails between their legs.

✩ sasha eats your food. she can’t help it. she likes to snack. she’s always hungry. and you get that. to stop things like this from happening, you have separate places to keep your food. just so sasha and you have your favorite snacks and takeout separated. you respect the rule, but your girlfriend seems to lose her reading skills when hungry, one too many times you have walked in on her with her hand deep into a bag of your chips, something you’ve been waiting to eat all week when you were supposed to watch that new horror movie on netflix with her. you huff and puff and retreat to your bedroom. sasha comes back after a few hours, looking upset with tons and tons of snacks in her arms. “i’m sorry i ate your chips,” she frowns. she sets down all the food she got on your bed. “i got all these snacks you liked as an apology. and 3 bags of your favorite chips.” you could never stay mad at her cute face.

✩ annie complains about spending time with you. “i like my alone time,” she says, brushing you off when you asked why she didn’t want to watch a movie with you. some people were introverted, preferring to spend time by themselves rather than with someone else. you were like that too; you had your moments where you didn’t feel like being around your girlfriend. but it became an annoying problem when she constantly shot down your attempts to hang out with you. when she finally agrees, she’s always finding something to complain about. but during important dates or when you’re not in the best mood, she’s always the first to remind you or initiate a hang out/date. she shuts her mouth and enjoys her time with you, not one criticism or groan leaving her lips. she would never admit it, but being around you made her so happy.

✩ pieck is always sleeping. you have to wait a few hours to get a text or call back from pieck because she’s always dozing off somewhere. “sorry sweets,” she yawns into the mic, “was taking a nap. need something?” good luck trying to reach your girlfriend during an emergency. when you come home with takeout for dinner because neither of you wanted to cook, she’s sleeping at the dinner table. when you’re watching a movie she wanted to watch, she’s snoring away, curled up at the end of the couch. during lectures you share together, she has her head in her arms and has the audacity to ask you for your notes in the end. and it’s not like she’s not getting enough sleep, no. she gets her recommended 8 hours of sleep and then some. it’s nice to have a sleepy girlfriend, though, when you’re dead tired from living. you drag your feet into the bedroom to see her about to take her nth nap for the day. she notices your zombie-like state and opens up her arms for you. the two of you cuddle and nap together, sleeping the stress away.

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milkteaflorist · 3 years

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Hello~ is it okay for me to ask for headcanons for Azul, Idia,Sebek and Floyd with their female/ gender neutral lover? For example reader is walking with lots of books down the corridors of the school and she can't see the stairs & and so she misses them and almost falls down but there was never an impact w/ the floor because the boys caught them before they hit the floor? Make it as fluffy as possible please and thank you!! Take your time and don't over work yourself~🌻🌻

Author's note: of course it's okay sweetie! I always crave teeth-rooting fluff 😫. For Idia, I changed the scenario a bit since he doesn't attend classes in person, so in that case, the reader is walking down the corridors of the dorm! Thank you a lot for your request and patience, hope you enjoy it! (❁´◡`❁)

Azul, Floyd, Idia and Sebek catching their s/o before they falls

Characters: Azul Ashengrotto, Floyd Leech, Idia Shroud, Sebek Zigvolt and GN!Reader

Genre: fluff! 🌻

Warnings: none!

Total words count: 1647

Azul Ashengrotto - words count: 437

One of the many things Azul loved you for was your willingness to help everyone. Including the teachers whenever they needed help with the books etc.

During lunch break, as always, you offered your help to bring back to the library the books your teacher used during the lesson. You were going downstairs, trying to be as careful as possible with the pile of heavy books in your arms.

Not only those books were heavy, but the pile was so tall it obscured your view, causing you to miss a step of the stairs.

You swore you had seen your whole life passing before your eyes

BUT!! Fortunately for you, the Octavinelle dorm's leader was passing by and immediately ran to your aid.

The poor Azul has probably panicked seeing you falling

The first and most important thing was to protect and shield you from the books, so he grabbed your arm and yanked you away from the impending danger, securing you between his arms

he probably wanted to look cool in your eyes ngl

once you heard the books have fallen, you looked up and saw your boyfriend and his worried/angry face. Azul's first thought was to scold you honestly, but your teary face and scared expression melted away his intentions

he held you against his chest and placed his hand on your head attempting to comfort you. He also tried to console you with his soothing voice

"No no don't cry, my love. I'm not mad at you by any means, I was just really worried"

he helped you to stand up again, still hugging you, and lightly rubbed his hand on your back until you were calm again

he scolded you anyway, but he did it with a caring tone, to not make you feel bad or guilty. Azul cares deeply about you, and nothing hurts him more than seeing you in pain, both physically and mentally.

right after that, the dorm leader carried the books instead of your place and made sure you ate a proper lunch

but of course, he didn't stop there! Azul made you swear to NEVER take such heavy tasks by yourself again disobey him and you'll be in for a wild ride

also, you can bet he'll be by your side whenever you use the stairs again, holding your hand and walk at your peace

ask him why and he'll reply with "Because I care about you of course, what a stupid question. And also because you're really clumsy these days." and he wants to look cool in your eyes

The best gentleman on this list <3

Floyd Leech - Words count: 456

Floyd is indeed the clingy type of boyfriend, which means he's always beside you.

you were going downstairs to return some books to the library, and your boyfriend was of course going with you, talking about this and that.

So, you were concentrating on two things: keep the pile of books steady and listening to your partner chatter

when suddenly, the 2nd year student said something out of the blue like "yeah and my classmate almost broke his spine falling from the broom ahah"

"YOUR CLASSMATE DID WHAT-"

you turned your eyes to him shocked, intending to ask if his classmate was doing okay.

maybe doing that wasn't a good idea, because in that exact moment you messed a step of the stairs, enthralled by Floyd's storytelling, causing you to almost fell

ALMOST because lucky you, your boyfriend's reflexes are alarmingly quick

with one arm he caught the heavy books you were holding, and with his other arm he grabbed you by the waist and saved you just in time before you hurt your butt, or worse, your head

Floyd smiled amused "my shrimp is really clumsy today~"

poor you, not only you had just got scared, but you also had to endure your partner teasing and jokes. He couldn't help it, you looked incredibly cute while scared. It's just the way he is, and you know it very well

his reaction might have appeared shallow and thoughtless, but Floyd will NEVER let his precious little shrimp being hurt. He's going to shield you from anything and anyone, no buts

"Don't worry shrimpie, I'll never let you fall~"

Floyd also couldn't quite understand why you were so startled, he caught you didn't he?

this cyan-haired student isn't necessarily good at comforting, but at that moment he embraced you tightly and let you soak in his warmth for as much time as you need

he also isn't a gentleman, but did that stop him from carrying you and the books? No. And honestly? He was happy because he felt like he was protecting you

from that experience, he discovered he loves carrying your small form in his arms. Prepare to be hugged like you are some teddy bear whenever you'll use the stairs again. And yes, he'll tease you about your clumsiness from time to time

Floyd is not that brilliant either, so he won't ask you if you want him to carry those heavy things, you'll have to say it yourself. But he will cheerfully comply every time you ask him

as I said, he isn't the best at comforting you, but no need to worry, nothing bad will ever happen to you with him by your side, including falling from the stairs <3

Idia Shroud - words count: 368

you had borrowed some books from Ignihyde, plenty of books. And that day you were going to give them back

you were using the stairs when abruptly you slipped with your foot on a step, caused by the number of books you were holding that blocked your view

but surprise surprise- your shut-in boyfriend, also known as Idia, was miraculously near the same staircase. He saw your figure falling, and panicked as if he was losing a game, ran right behind you and was ready to catch your form.

you were surprised when you found out you weren't hurt since it was quite a tall fall. You checked what cushioned your tumble, and saw your boyfriend beneath you holding his head

you immediately got up, your face as red as a strawberry and apologized

the boy's face was also painted with a bright shade of red, even his ears were read. He quickly got up too, still flustered, and shyer than ever

"N-no need to apologize... Just be more careful please."

there was a silence between the two of you for a moment, probably because both of you were too embarrassed to say anything

"Um... Thank you Idia" you managed to say

Oh boy he even got redder

"As I said just be more careful..."

"..."

"... Need a hand with carrying the books?"

he was trying his best probably; you know he's bad at dealing with other people. So you appreciated his effort

Idia accompanied you to the library, and along the way, you two chit-chatted a bit, and the embarrassment faded away quickly

after you finished your little task, you thanked him again and left the dorm to return to your own

but before going to bed... You received two messages

"I'm serious pls be more careful to not fall again"

"I almost got a heart attack"

you smiled to yourself at the second message, remembering his red and worried face

You responded with an "I love you 2 <3"

congrats, you were the reason he didn't sleep that night

maybe his reaction wasn't the best, but it did work, didn't it? You were so flustered to the point you couldn't remember you were scared

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Sebek Zigvolt - words count: 386

one thing you and Sebek have in common is that both of you are over-workers who want to get things done quickly

that's why you decided to carry all those books your classmates used in just one go

the pile was probably taller than you

you were going upstairs when you slipped because you couldn't see a step

that day you had some gods on your side since in the exact same instant Sebek arrived looking for you to spend some time together at lunch break

the mint-haired boy shouted your name scared and jumped to your aid. He hugged you from behind and shielded you from the books falling

"Hey! Are you okay?"

he turned you around so you could face him, your face painted with an apologetic expression. You said sorry to him, saying that it was your fault and you had to be more careful

Sebek sighed and shaked his head. You didn't have to excuse yourself; he wasn't mad and honestly, he was just glad you didn't end up having an injury

the books were all scattered on the stairs, and you felt sorry again, but your boyfriend reassured you that they weren't damaged and that he would help you bring them back

he offered you lunch to help you to ease your mind and brought you to the infirmary for a quick check, just to make sure you weren't hurt or anything

poor boy, deep inside he is conflicting against himself, Sebek doesn't want you to risk another accident again, but at the same time he can't leave Malleus' side for too long

so he ordered a pair of safety shoes that don't sleep easily and STRICTLY ordered you to not carry that much weight again

the mint-haired boy would probably feel a little bit guilty... If he had been by your side it wouldn't have happened, he just wants to protect and keep you safe, so please follow his instructions and be more careful

"Listen... I'm sorry if I sound harsh sometimes, but I can't stand the idea of you being hurt while I'm not there."

Tries his best to find more time to spend with you, you're his partner, and he wants to show you how much you mean to him and how much he cares about you <3

#twisted wonderland headcanons #twisted wonderland #azul ashengrotto #floyd leech #idia shroud #sebek zigvolt #twst floyd #twst azul #twst idia #twst sebek #twst x reader #twst x y/n #azul ashengrotto x reader #floyd leech x reader #idia shroud x reader #sebek zigvolt x reader

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landothemuppet · 3 years

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Far Longer Than Forever (p.p)

Word count: 4737

Pairing : peter parker

Request: YES! ANON I LOVE YOU SO MUCH. The Swan Princess is one of my childhood movie and this was so fun to write. I can’t stop listenning the soundtrack now ! I’m so sorry for the time i took to write this, i had so much work to do with school. But it’s over now and i hope you will like this !

N/A: First, gif not mine but i don’t know who i’m gonna credit on this, i have no clue...This is my first Peter Parker x reader and i hope you all will like it! As always, I remind you that English is not my native language. Don’t hesitate to tell me what you think of the fic! Like, reblogs to support. You can Love you all! xx

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As far as you can remember, you've always hated summer. Well, it was partly a lie. You loved the sweltering heat of Queens, the cherry popsicles from Delmar's, not having to worry about what time you had to get up. You liked it but hated the idea of the last two weeks of August.

This year was no exception. You looked at your half-finished suitcase, a grimace on your face. August still meant the same thing, the same routine: having to spend the last three weeks of his vacation with Peter Parker.

summer 2009

Peter Parker had lost his parents very early on, two years ago. He had lived since then with his aunt May and his uncle Ben. It was your mother's idea to introduce you to each other. Aunt May and your mom were friends from college and luckily, they lived in the same neighborhood. Your first meeting with the one who, many years later, would become Spider-Man, took place on his eighth birthday. You were invited to the party when you weren't even at the same school. Aunt May had simply shared his fears about Peter's difficulty making friends after the trauma he had experienced. Your mother, as the perfect friend that she was, had suggested that Peter and you spend time together.

There were 3 kids in total at that birthday party, you, Peter - obviously - and a boy from his school whose mother had forced him to be there, too. It was a fact; you were the only girl and you didn't know Peter at all. Your mother walked up to you, got up to your eye level and whispered

"Can you be nice? May told me she invited Peter's whole class and only this boy came"

You wanted to please your mother so you nodded before approaching the two boys. Peter and his friend were in the corner of the room, their backs turned to the adults. When you tapping the young boy on the shoulder to make you notice by him, he turned to you with a guilty expression. He had buttercream all over the corner of his mouth and he was holding a cupcake in his hand that looked delicious.

“My Aunt May tried to bake a cake, but Uncle Ben bought some cupcakes in anticipation. Do you want one?” Peter asked you in a friendly voice

“Why? Is May's cake not good?

“Uncle Ben says that she is not very good at cooking.”

You let out a little laugh and nodded your head before grabbing the cupcake with a smile. You thanked him and began to taste the little pastry with envy. It was so good! The buttercream was lemony, the cupcake was slightly lemony too but there was a taste you couldn't recognize. You were almost sure you had tasted it before, but you couldn't tell what it was. Peter and the other boy suggested that you go to Peter's room. He wanted to show you the LEGO set his uncle Ben had given him ahead of time and you followed them even though you weren't more excited about the idea.

And you were right. For several minutes, you were pushed aside while the two young boys spoke spiritedly. You complained several times that you wanted to do something else but Peter didn't seem to listen to you, too excited to finally be able to chat with someone who appreciated Star Wars as much as he did.

So you were annoyed and slightly angry with Peter but what broke the camel's back is that you started to not feel so good. Your throat was itching and you felt like your tongue was taking up a lot more space in your mouth, getting drier. Peter gave you a distracted look before his eyes widened. He let go of everything he had in his hands before running to his aunt.

"Aunt May, Aunt May! Y/N's tongue looks like a big, desiccated steak!"

"Peter, don't be rude!" she exclaimed, shocked by her nephew’s words

"No, no come see, she has a huge tongue! I think something is wrong"

Meanwhile, you ran into the bathroom at Peter's reaction. You weren't sure why he had looked at you like that, but you felt that a few things were wrong. In addition, you were more and more thirsty, your eyes also hurt. And that's when you saw your reflection. You were puffy, your tongue had tripled in size, hence this feeling of dryness and discomfort. It was the same with your throat. You started to cry and when May called you through the bathroom door, you fervently opened it.

May and your mother's expression of horror was instantaneous and your mother knew exactly what was causing your condition.

"What did she eat?"

"Nothing..." he tried to escape from being grounded

"Peter, this is very important. What did you eat?"

"We just ate the cupcakes Uncle Ben brought back"

Ben looked at May with guilty eyes. May had put so much effort into Peter's birthday cake and she felt hurt that they had bought some pastries in anticipation. Your mother was impatiently stamping her foot. It was important to know exactly what you had eaten and above all, you shouldn't waste any more time. Peter felt completely helpless. He had only given a cupcake to his guest, that’s all. What was wrong with giving someone a cupcake?

"What were those cupcakes flavor?" your mother said impatiently ...

"With lemon and almonds." he said in a very small voice.

You were panicked. And the eight-year-old that you were was not coping well with stress. Plus, your feeling of being sidelined by Peter and his friend made you feel even worse. So you frowned. You couldn't see a thing but you could feel the torrent of tears escaping your cheeks. You pointed at Peter with rage

"You tried to kill me !!!" you said somehow with your tongue as big as a little tangerine.

"It's not true!"

"Yes! You are a murderer"

And you cried even more before your mother takes you to the emergency room as quickly as possible, apologizing for the scene.

The week later, May forced Peter to apologize for giving you a cupcake, while justifying that he didn't know about your allergy. Your mother forced you to apologize for insulting Peter "a murderer" and accept his apologies.

But you spent the rest of the vacation arguing with the little guy. After all, you didn't want to be friends with a murderer.

Summer 2013

Aunt May and your mom didn't let go, however, and every summer you spent three damn weeks with Peter. The summer of your twelve years, you did not thus escape this eternal masquerade but this year, the tide had turned in your favor.

From the start, you never liked Star Wars. It really wasn't your world. You had always preferred Harry Potter and although Peter had read the books and enjoyed them - which he would never admit to you as that would amount to listing the commonalities you had - he was much more invested in the galactic universe. But on that day, Peter had particularly bothered you. He had first replaced the sugar in your hot chocolate with salt. He kept chanting silly nursery rhymes about you and the downstairs neighbor, insinuating that you were in love: which was not the case. Yes, Peter had been extremely annoying. This time Peter was getting on your nerds by bouncing a small ball against the ceiling as you tried to read your book. Uncle Ben was in the living room watching the sport - you weren't sure exactly which one since it didn't matter to you - so you couldn't go anywhere else to be quiet.

"Peter, stop it."

"Stop what?" he asked by bouncing the ball once more off his ceiling. You could even make out the smirk on his lips.

"That. Stop it! I can't read."

"This is nothing new."

You threw him the first thing you found on his desk, c.e, a banana, which he easily dodged. You groaned in frustration. May and your mother didn't understand when you talked about Peter's attitude towards you. He was a calm child, far too shy at school and interested in everything, especially science. He was looking forward to entering Midletown High School in two years. You hated that nerd side about him. Secretly, you were a little jealous of him for being the smartest in the room.

“I'm gonna hit you so hard you won't know your name anymore”

“ try me, dumbass.”

A few minutes later, he had finally stopped throwing that damn ball, but obviously Peter's boredom was driving him to find everything the most boring thing than the previous one to drive you crazy. This time, he had simply taken his favorite lightsaber - because he had several - and he was poking your shoulder to get your attention.

"Parker, stop!"

"Don't you want to drop this book and watch a movie?"

"What do you want to watch? Star Wars? No thanks ..."

"Oh come on, Y / N! I'm sure you'll like it!"

He patted you on the shoulder once more with his lightsaber.

"Do you want to play this, Parker?" you said before grabbing one of his other lightsabers

"What are you going to do? I'm sure you don't know how to fight with" he mocked.

You have lit the glowing plastic stick and you are placed in the guard position.

"Do you want to bet, knothead?"

He smiled at you and attacked you first. Strangely, this is what most resembled a moment of bond between Peter and you and deep down, you appreciate it. But you also appreciate that possibility of kicking his ass after he's been so irritating. You responded to his lightsaber attacks with ease and joy. It was playful, childish, but it was one of the few times you had fun with Peter. And you really appreciate it. Your two laughs mingled, echoing in the room.

But suddenly, as you were trying to dodge an attack from the brunet, your elbow made contact with his face. Peter's muffled cry of pain echoed and you froze. He was holding his nose with a grimace and when he took his hand away you both noticed in horror that he was bleeding.

"Fuck…"

"Pete..." you started talking

"You blew my nose!" Peter shouted

"I did not do it on purpose!" you defended yourself.

"Of course, you do! You fucking blew my nose!"

"Peter, I swear ..."

But Peter interrupted you by rushing out of his bedroom looking for his aunt who was in the office as she tried to file the important papers, that Ben and her had received this week. You were livid. First, because you didn't mean to hurt Peter on purpose. Second, you couldn't stand the sight of blood and it was literally everywhere. Peter was leaving trails of droplets on the floor of the apartment.

"Aunt May?!? Y/N blew my nose! Damn, I'm bleeding!"

After a brief stint in the ER, the rest of the stay was peaceful as you and Peter avoided each other until the end of the summer.

Summer 2017

Peter was not the Peter you had always known.

Since the death of his uncle Ben, the young man had closed in on himself and was even further away. Always so intelligent and discreet but much more distant. He had stopped teasing you or doing things that got on your nerves. He was minding his own business. And even though you had tried to be there for him, not denying him any of the offers he made to you during your stay ... you found him really ... overwhelmed. Which was still understandable.

But this year was worse than the last. May told your mother that last year Peter got an internship at Stark Industry and attended a seminar in Germany but came back with a black eye. He had been acting most weirdly ever more since then. And you could have witnessed it. In the afternoon, when you were busy, and when it was too hot, when you tried to rest, Peter would disappear for hours. When you caught him sneaking back several times, he made you promise not to tell Aunt May.

And you were starting to have theories about his nighttime getaways. After all, you were 16 and you too had started dating a few boys. But it never really worked. who knows why?! And when you wondered if Peter had a girlfriend, and who she was - he had to have one in view of all his sneaking out - your stomach twisted in a strange feeling. You didn't understand why the thought of Peter having a girlfriend bothered you so much. Over time, you had learned to be friends. It still happened sometimes that you quarreled but the events of the life made you grow up. Your parents had divorced, Peter had lost his uncle. You could tell yourself that you both had grown.

And it was one night when Peter was sneaking back in again that you discovered two secrets.

The first one: He was Spider-Man.

It was around midnight when you heard the sound of the window opening. Since your childhood and this Machiavellian plan of your mother and Aunt May, you had always slept in Peter's room during holiday and more recently in his bed. The noise alerted you and you got up in a sitting position. But the only thing you saw was a foot, placed on this said window, closing it gently. How the hell was that possible?

You were ready to scream but your gut told you to look up at the ceiling. A figure hung on it and you were paralyzed. Were you having one of those weird experiences called sleep paralysis? Delicately, silently, you grabbed the first blunt object within reach. A chemistry book that Peter seemed particularly fond of. The figure stepped on the ceiling as you were paralyzed. The form turned to land on the ground and then stood up, still with its back to you. You got up gently from Peter's bed and walked over. The man in the suit whose color you couldn't see took off his mask and you hit the air in an attempt to shoot him down. Peter turned around so quickly and blocked your gesture easily, like a reflex.

"What the ..."

"Bloody hell".

You both said at the same time. Your big surprised eyes mirrored Peter's. The curly man let go of your hand with an apologetic expression as you walked away from your friend. You turned on the bedside lamp before you discovered his blue and red costume. A very recognizable costume since it was that of Spider-Man. You winced, a look of judgment and incomprehension on your face. Not bothering to look at his face covered with bruises and traces of blood.

"What the ... are you sneaking out to go to a costume party?"

"What?! No…No Y/N I’m…”

“Spider-Man? Great costume by the way” you joked.

For a moment, you completely forgot that you just saw your friend glued upside down to the ceiling. Peter looked at you a little jaded, by the tone of your voice your guess was far from a sincere question but more of a mockery. And right now, the young man needed to be honest with you. He needed you.

"But, I am."

"Yeah that's it. And I slept with the Winter Soldier. You can't imagine what he can do with his metal arm."

Peter cut you off by pulling a web with his web shooter, tying your hands. The feel of the canvas was unpleasant, sticky but above all resistant. You let out a little cry of surprise, not powerful enough to pass the walls of Peter's room. Your eyes looked like two big golf balls, realizing that your friend was telling the truth.

"Omg, You're Spider-Man" you almost spoke too loud.

"Yes and don't make me web your mouth. May doesn't have to know"

"damn, peter. What happened to your face!"

“yeah about that…I need you Y/N, please…”

And without warning, Peter squeezed the spider in the middle of his costume, at chest level. He winced at the action revealing his bruised chest. He staggered a bit from the action, unsure of his legs and the pain in his sides fierce. You might see several bruises and cuts on your friend's body. You were having difficulty swallowing before you told him you were going to the bathroom to get what you needed. Before leaving the room, he made you promise to be discreet and not tell May anything if she ran into you. When you walk back into Peter's room, he's sitting half-lying on his bed, grimacing. You sit next to him, your heart pounding. You never noticed that he was so built. After all, as a superhero, he had to keep fit. But you couldn't deny that it intimidated you. Your cheeks were burning with embarrassment and a desire you never knew before. He had his eyes closed, as if trying to make the pain go away. And there, looking at him, you found him pretty. he was so cute that you couldn't help but run your hand through his curls to signal your presence and soothe him a bit. But Peter already knew you were there. He had heard your footsteps, he had smelled your scent, a sweet scent he had grown used to in his later years. He sighed softly, more relaxed. You started to clean the few shallow wounds.

"Does it hurt?" you asked quietly

"Mhmm no, not really."

"Did you win?"

"Ouch..No. Not tonight."

"Sorry." you said more for your gesture rather than the fact that he didn't win the fight against the bad guys.

"No, it's perfect ... it's just a little sensitive"

You smiled but something was wrong. A feeling you've never felt before. You've finished cleaning up Peter's wounds, but your gaze has darkened. As you were about to get up, the brunette gently grabbed your wrist to hold you back. He could hear your calm breathing and yet your heart was racing. He could feel the heat on your cheeks. He too felt that the tension was at its height. Your mind was muddled, he didn't know why, he wasn't a telepath, but he could see it, feel it. Your body betrayed your mind.

"Y/N, what is it?"

"I..I don't know." you lied.

"You can tell me everything."

"I ... Well…Seeing you like this ... makes me ... makes me realize that I ... I'm afraid of losing you."

"You won't lose me ... I promise"

You are ashamed of your vulnerable state. How did you go from hating this boy to having an overwhelming fear of losing him? You looked at those chocolate eyes in confusion and distress. You were now fully aware that the little neighborhood spider was none other than your childhood friend. The one you once loved to hate, tease, fight with over trivia. He was also on the youtube videos, who stopped cars with his bare hands.

“Y/N… you won’t lose me, I promise.”

Peter dared to walk slowly towards you and in a surge of courage, one of his hands circled your burning cheek, his lips rested on yours. The brunette had always had a crush on you without actually admitting it. After all, you had known each other since you were children but... your relationship had been rather confrontational. But for two years now, everything had changed for him. He appreciated more and more your little arguments, your teasing. His thoughts would sometimes turn darker when you lick your lips or when your fingers scratched that point behind your ear, when you were a little stressed.

Your lips moved between them in a harmonious dance and you were now clinging desperately to Peter's slightly sweaty brown curls. Your heart was pounding at a speed close to the point of no return, reluctant to stop suddenly in the face of this overstimulation. But all good things came to an end and you slowly walked away. You bit your lip to get the taste of Peter's back. Your mind wandered, lost in the haze of rushing feelings.

"You..you should rest ..."

You ended up pulling away, swallowing hard. That night you didn't sleep. You have studied every facial feature of Peter, thinking of every event since your friendship. The next day, you fooled that nothing had happened. Too scared of what that kiss meant to you.

Summer 2025

It all happened so quickly. After that summer, the summer of your kiss, you promised yourself that you understood your feelings towards Peter. You weren't going to the same high school and even though you were both on social media, you never dared to contact him. You needed time.

But you haven't had this time. Peter became full-time Spider-Man and then the aliens came to earth, again. The threat of Thanos hovered and within moments, days, hours ... you were gone under his snap.

When you returned to your childhood apartment, you were alone. Well, alone in front of the family who lived in this place now. The man in his forties simply believed you were a drug-hunting teenager squatter. Five damn years had passed. 5 years where your mother had a new life when you had been eclipsed. You were distraught, alone and it was by happy coincidence that you found May at the F.E.A.S.T project. It was a relief for you to find a familiar face again. She had suggested that you come and live in her new temporary apartment, allowing you to finish high school without having to move to the other end of the United States, with your mother. You declined your offer. You wanted to fend for yourself. And surprisingly, you did pretty well.

To be exact, Mr. Delmar was looking for a student to work in his store and was kind enough to greet you in the bedroom of one of his daughters who had gone to college. By the greatest of luck, you've never seen Peter. Or rather, you managed to avoid it for an entire year. You had caught a glimpse of him one day, trying to speak Italian to get a travel adapter and a dual headphone adapter. Did you feel foolish thinking that after so long - could we consider those 5 years to be 5 concrete years? - would it still focus on the kiss you shared? After all, you got away from him after that. And then, everything went in a state of madness.

Every time you turned on the television, you learned that elemental monsters had attacked a different country. They had first started with Mexico and then moved to Europe. Italy, Prague and then London. A certain Mysterio seemed to be taking care of this matter, but you couldn't help but think of Peter. May told you he was supposed to go to Italy. In fact, every time she went to Delmar's for a sandwich, she gave you an update on her nephew's trip. But it wasn't the craziest.

Upon his return ... Spider-man's identity was revealed. You had watched in horror the video of Mysterio, which appeared on the Daily Buggle newspaper, accusing Peter of wanting to be the new Iron-Man. You were listening to J. Jonah Jameson falsely accusing Peter of being a murderer. You knew Peter, and there was no way he had done such an act. The video was bogus, you were sure. When you tried to reconnect that summer, you noticed Peter's girlfriend. Michelle Jones and ... and that's what kept you from approaching him. He was already supported. He had his best friend, Ned. His girlfriend, MJ. And he had May. It was enough, wasn't it?

It was the following year, after a new incredible adventure that you met again.

You worked at the store in the evening. Mr Delmar had asked you to help him out urgently because his youngest daughter had a health problem. You accepted with pleasure. You had offered to babysit his daughter but the loving father he was wanted to be with her. And it was precisely this evening that a thug decided to steal the fund from you.

You were at gunpoint with your hands up in the air when you saw a red and black mass fall behind the thug.

"Hey buddy, I think the bank is across the street"

Spider-Man tapped the thief on the shoulder and dodged a punch.

"But I think I'll arrest you anyway if you went to the bank. You don't seem like a nice guy." Peter joked.

You were paralyzed as your friend, your best friend if you were honest, chained or avoided them with agility. You swallowed hard, unable to move or run away. A gunshot rang out and you smelled a scared little vintage. Peter squeezed the barrel of the gun in his hand, deviating from his course. It made sense now to say that he had simply defended himself against the assault. After a few seconds that seemed like an eternity, Peter stared the offender against a fridge door, immobilizing him. He then turned to you, oblivious to your identity at the time.

"Are you okay there?"

"Peter!"

You didn't give him the chance to realize and you rushed into his arms, hugging him so tight to feel the comfort of his body against yours.

"Uh, yeah, you're welcome. Cuddles are nice but ..."

He paused for a moment and his automated eyes widened. He knew his perfume. The flowery, sweet scents that he had missed so much. Is this possible?

"Y/N?"

You let go of him and immediately put his mask back on. Adrenaline was controlling your actions and god damn it, you needed that touch. You kissed him, bluntly. Your lips crushed against his in impatience, in ardor, but too bad. You needed to feel it against you, to regain the feeling that you had felt, years ago. After a few seconds, you felt Peter's hands encircle your waist, pulling you closer to him. Your heart was exploding, the ardor was present in your kiss. You were even frustrated that you couldn't grab her brown curls with full hands, settling for only the base of her hair. You let out a moan before pulling away abruptly. He had a girlfriend.

"I… I'm sorry. I… Sorry, I didn't mean… MJ… and… please don't blame me."

Peter silenced you with another kiss, shorter this time but so good.

“There is no MJ .... Just you and me ... Far Longer Than Forever”

You looked at him hopefully and then burst out laughing after his words.

"I didn't know you were so romantic, Parker"

"Shut your mouth."

"Make me"

"You are impossible."

"But obviously, you like"

He was going to say something to nag you, he was looking for it but you caught him off guard, placing your lips on his again. You could feel his smile in the kiss and you couldn't help but do the same. Anyone living in the neighborhood present in the street would have a view of Spider-Man kissing the student cashier from Delmar. But you couldn't care less. You had waited too long and the joy you were feeling now was so intense, you didn't want to stop feeling this. It is reluctantly that Peter moved away from you apologizing for the fact that he had to go on patrol again.

"Go save the Spider-Man neighborhood"

"Only if you promise me you'll be there when I get back."

"I was thinking of going to say goodnight to May instead ... But if you want, I have a sleeping bag in the storeroom."

"You are incorrigible .... See you later ..."

"See you later."

You smiled, in a misty state of bliss as Peter disappeared from view. This time, you weren't planning to escape, you wanted to fall into the webs of Peter Parker. You closed the store after the police visit and headed to May's flat. It was late but with her kindness she welcomed you with open arms.

This summer ... was the best in years but the others to come were going to be even more wonderful.

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