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When Eddie Was...

A/N- I wrote this for a part of my writing portfolio for my master's degree. A lot has changed since then. I actually dropped out and I have found writing something really hard to do for a while, so though I may as well post it whilst I have something written.

When Eddie was five, all he dreamed to be in the world was a magician. To pull rabbits out of hats and make large object disappear and reappear. He practised and practised. Showing his friends and family all the new tricks, he had learnt. Taking in their smiles and cheers when he successfully orchestrated the magic trick. That dream was shattered when Eddie’s father told him that all magic was fake, and that magicians were all conmen, ripping money out the hands of the easily manipulated. Eddie didn’t want to be a conman. He just wanted to make people happy. He just wanted his dad to smile.

When Eddie was nine, all he dreamed in the world was for his parents was to be happy together. He spent most nights sat in his room, clutching on to his stuffed crocodile as he heard his father slam cabinets and smash plates. Hesitating to go downstairs as his mother’s cries reached all the way up the stairs, down the landing, and under his bedroom door. That dream was shattered when his father left. Sitting on the stairs, Eddie had watched as his mother pleaded his father not to leave. He sat as his father walked out the door, not sparing his son a single glance as he turned his back on his family. Eddie didn’t want to be part of a broken family. He just wanted his family to be happy. He just wanted his dad to come back.

When Eddie was fourteen, all he dreamed in the world was for his mum to wake up. Falling into depression after his father left, Eddie had to watch as his mother relied on drugs and alcohol to get through her days. He thought maybe if he became her supplier then at least he could monitor how much and what she had. But he knew that wouldn’t stop her getting harder drugs from someone else. Eddie cried for the first time since his father left when he came home from school one day and found his mother unconscious on the kitchen floor. Eddie didn’t want to be his mum’s drug dealer. He just wanted his mum to wake up.

When Eddie was fifteen, all he dreamed in the world was for his mum to have not died. She wasn’t in the coma for long. All the years of abuse was too much for her already broken heart. Eddie knew that the drugs and alcohol played a big part in her death, but he truly believed she died long before the drugs and alcohol took her life. Moving in with his uncle wasn’t ideal. But it was better than being in foster care for a few years and then by himself. A new town where no one knew him was a good thing. But Eddie didn’t want a new start. He just wanted his mum to be alive.

When Eddie was nineteen, all he dreamed in the world was to graduate. To get out of the hell hole that he had been in for the past four years. Put the relentless bullying behind him. Drive away from the run-down trailer that he and his uncle lived in. To finally be free of all the pain and hurt that he had faced. But the world had other ideas for Eddie. He didn’t think he would be facing accusations of murder and staring in the eyes of evil itself. Eddie just wanted a new start. He just wanted to run away from it all.

When Eddie was twenty, all he dreamed in the world was to stop running. To be the hero. So, he did. He stopped running from everything he had faced and fought instead. Giving his friends a bit more time. Helping them to survive the monsters they were facing. Eddie always regretted not stopping his father from leaving. Not stopping his mother from overdosing. Not staying to help when he could. But now he was helping. He was finally doing what he wanted.

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#eddie munson imagines #eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson drabble #stranger things #stranger things season four #angst #joseph quinn #joe quinn #joseph quinn stranger things

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EDDIE MUNSON MASTERLIST

Updated 15/01/23

When Eddie Was...

A short drabble about Eddie and his life growing up.

#eddie munson imagine #eddie munson #joseph quinn #joe quinn #stranger things season four #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagines #eddie munson fluff

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You've probably heard this, but the little doe jon snow fanfiction would make great fanfiction. You probably have at least 3 to 4 chapters. Amazing story, or a part two happy ending would be cool. But if no happy ending great ending as it is. 🤔🙂😅

Hi! Sorry for such a late reply but thank you for enjoying Little Doe. I never really had any intentions to carry it on. Its also been so long since I've seen game of thrones I would have to refresh my memory on it to write.

However, I will never say never, as the new prequel series may just get me into carrying it on.

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THIS!

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I feel this in my soul

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Blow everything else away, like a hurricane

#jisung #han #bystay #createskz #stray kids #han jisung #jisung gifs #jisung gif #han gifs #han gif #han jisung gif #han jisung gifs #stray kids gif #stray kids gifs #APgifs

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Holy shit.. you have so much talent, i read your gilbert blythe ones and the detail had me grinning like crazy and nearly in tears in parts. You're going somewhere it's just amazing

Oh my god🥺 thank you so much! I’ve been finding writing really hard this past year but seeing that people are still enjoying my older work makes me really happy 🥺🥺💕

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This is everything and more! Once again, you’ve written utter perfection. The work you write is so genuine and real and honest that I sometimes worry that you’ve reached into my brain and taken out all the thoughts and feelings I have and but it into words.

You are so amazing and special. Please never stop writing 🥺💕

echo it loud

song mingi x reader

synposis: it’s the summer after graduation, and mingi hopes you’ll stick around.

genres: angst, smut, fluff

warnings: melodramatic reader, angst, friends with benefits, crying, making out, fingering, sex, slight dirty talk, fwb to lovers, trust issues, insecurities

word count: 11.4k

notes: this takes place in the same universe as this fic, which you may read for world building, but it’s not necessary.

It was an unbearably hot summer. The news had warned of it even before graduation, alerting families of the heat that would roll through town the coming few months. It was just the sort of foreboding you’d expect; the promise of an intense heat to accompany the swelling feelings, the accumulation of all your schooling, and a fearful new beginning.

Graduation should have been a good thing, and by all accounts, it had been. You’d accepted your diploma, celebrated with your family at home when you’d read through your grades and found out you’d achieved just what you needed, what you had worked so hard for, the grades that would promise you a bright future. Graduation day had been good too, even though saying goodbye to your friends had been hard, all of your friends teary-eyed as if anyone had anywhere but home to go, as if you’d ever find yourselves more than 20 minutes apart in this sleepy town.

Looming just ahead, like clouds and rain to disrupt the warmth, there was Mingi. He had watched you during assembly, you had seen him turn around in his chair, search the auditorium for your face, and you’d turned promptly when his eyes finally swiped over your friends. You had felt his eyes on you, even more so when you climbed the steps to the stage to accept your diploma. The auditorium had been swimming from the suns effect already, sunhats had been turned into makeshift fans, and diplomas were waved in front of faces to gain any sort of relief, yet Mingis eyes on you had burned hotter, even hotter than your heart as you pretended not to notice.

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oh…… my god ❗️

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going crazy like i have a loose screw! MANIAC 1ST TEASER

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STRAY KIDS MASTERLIST

BANG CHAN

House I Used To Call Home- (Reader is a trainee who has to work with a certain leader for a chance to debut.)

LEE KNOW

CHANGBIN

HYUNJIN

HAN JISUNG

FELIX

SEUNGMIN

I.N

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for the question thing pls do 8, 36 and 55 :) i hope you’re having a good day!

Hey @mingirn ! Hope you have an amazing weekend and Valentine’s Day! 💘☺️ Here’s my answers:

8. Do you think you can put love into categories (family, platonic, romantic, etc.) or is it just one general sensation?

I think love is more of a spectrum than anything, like all emotions and feelings. Because, personally, I have friends who I love more than family members and family members who I love more than other family members. Same goes for having friends I love more than other friends. With family, because of things that have gone on in my life and in the past, I can easily admit that I do have love for my family members close to me but they way I would describe that love would not be as strong as my love for my two closest friends. And that’s because of how they have shaped my life and supported me and helped me continue staying sane. Yet, whilst my love for my family may be lacking, it is still there. I still love them, no matter what they’ve put me through. In terms of romantic love, I can say I’ve never been in love that way and part of the reason is because I’ve never allowed myself to experience it due to the influences around me growing up and currently. Not only that, but I feel that the constant reassurance I would need and the overwhelming insecurities I have would cause it to fail no matter what. It would be nice to be in love romantically. To know what it feels like. But I know what platonic love feels like and the way I show that and accept that is alright for now. Love is different for everyone but I definitely think it cannot be pushed in one category.

36. Have you ever met someone who had a very similar personality to your own? Did you get along?

My MBTI is INFJ/P (the last letter always switches) but my personality doesn’t Galway’s reflect that as I can be an extrovert when I am with the right people. I have met people with a very similar personality to me and my relationships with these people have all been different. I would say my best friend and I have very similar personalities and we get on like a house on fire. But that’s not to say we haven’t had moments where we’ve annoyed each other and that’s because we have such similar personalities. But it helps because it means we understand each other a lot better. We can have a conversation without talking and make the same jokes about things. But that’s not just because we have similar personalities. It’s also because we’ve built this friendship over the past three years. There have been people with my exact personality who I have not got on with at all and it’s because we knew what annoyed each other, or when we tried to connect in ways there’s was nothing new to learn or shape to because we were the same. I always think it’s good not to always get along with only your personality type as it allows you to grow and adapt to other people and the world around you.

55. Is a conscious what makes someone a person?

I think your conscious is part of what makes you a person but it isn’t entirely the only thing. What makes you who you are is the people you’ve met, the experiences you’ve had, the life you’ve lied, the decisions you’ve made, the knowledge you’ve learnt, the skills you’ve collected, and so much more. Because all these things can affect your conscious and your conscious can affect all these things. I wouldn’t be who I am today if I hadn’t had the life I had. I went to three primary schools. If I had only gone to two, I would be a completely different person because I wouldn’t have met any of the friends I have that have changed my life for better or for worse. I also wouldn’t have gone through the trauma I had. I may have gone through even more. I might not have studied the subject I am currently and I might not have decided to do things like make an account on here. Your conscious is a big part of you. It acknowledges what you think is right and wrong but that acknowledgement doesn’t mean it is chosen, and what you acknowledge as right or wrong or good and bad, is all down to what your life has shown you, and the imprint the people,your surrounding, and the events in the past and present have placed on you.

#thanks for asking #askmequestions #ask #anon ask

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RED LIGHTS ✧ 현진 & 방찬

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Send me a number and I’ll answer. Have nothing better to do in my sleepless state😊😂

100 good questions to ask your friends at 4:02 am when you can’t sleep (can also function as an asks list)

Are you bothered by your cosmic insignificance?

Do you mourn for a place or person you’ve never known?

Do you really think there is somebody for everybody?

Do you place any value in gender roles?

Do you have to be related to be family?

Are your platonic relationships just as valuable as romantic or family ones?

Are you in love? Do you want to be?

Do you think you can put love into categories (family, platonic, romantic, etc.) or is it just one general sensation?

Would you be happy with a life without romance? 

Are you always going to be a little in love with somebody?

Would you change your appearance if you could?

Do you have the feeling you’ve lost something you might have had in another life - whether it be a person, a place, a world, a language, etc.?

Do you believe in reincarnation?

Would you want to be reincarnated?

Do you think you’re special, or just another person amongst billions? Can you be both?

Do theoretical ethical debates have any value? Is it important people discuss ethical dilemmas, e.g. the trolley problem?

Did you have imaginary friends? Do you still have them?

Are you religious? Do you think your religion is ‘correct’?

If you aren’t religious, do you wish you were? Why?

Do you want a grand adventure?

Do you have somebody, whether it be a friend or stranger, who you think you could have loved if the circumstances were different?

How long does it take you to fall in love with somebody?Is the sensation of ‘falling in love’ or ‘being in love’ better?

Is love about convenience or something more? Can it be about both?

Do you think you really understand your gender and sexuality?

How fluid is your concept of gender and sexuality?

What’s the most life-changing choice you’ve made so far?

Are you afraid of growing old?

Would you want to live forever? How about for a billion years, a million, a millennium, a century?

Do you believe in some form of god/s?

Are your choices fated or of your own free will?

Do you have a hunch about how you’re going to die?

Do you believe in star signs?

How old do you have to be to be considered an adult?

Was your childhood happy?

What are you missing from your life?

Have you ever met someone who had a very similar personality to your own? Did you get along?

Do opposites attract?

Is your life what you expected it would be five years ago?

Do you know what you want out of life?

What makes a person ‘good’? Are you a ‘good person’?

What fundamentally matters do you?

Is freewill an illusion?

Do you create art? How do you define art?

How often do you lie? Is all lying inherently bad? Are you generally truthful?

Do you want to be remembered after your death? What for?

Is true world peace ever possible?

Do you have to suffer to truly understand the human condition? What is the human condition? How can you really experience it?

Are you free? Will you ever be? Can anyone be truly free?

Do you hold yourself to higher standards than you hold others?

What do you expect from a friend or partner?

What question could you ask to find out the most about a person?

Do you justify all your beliefs or have you just inherited/absorbed some?

Which beliefs do you have that is most likely to be wrong?

Can human really understand the complete nature of the universe, space and time?

Is a conscious what makes someone a person?

What do you think about artificial intelligence?

Do you thinks humans are obsessed with escapism (books, video games, movies, etc.)? Are you looking for an escape? Do you think that’s a bad thing?

Are we eventually going to ‘run out’ of new combinations for music, art, language, etc.? Is there a limit to human creativity?

What do you think the next era of music will be like?

What do you think the next era of fashion will be like?

Do we live in tumultuous times, or do they just seem so strange because we’re living in them?

Would you want to meet a clone of yourself? Would you like them?

How confident are you, really?

How consistent is your perception of time?

What age should people be allowed to vote? Should children and teenagers be allowed to vote?

How do you feel about the idea ‘an eye for an eye’?

What’s the worse thing a person can be?

How do you feel about monogamy?

Can you be in love with someone and still fall in love with someone else?

What’s the tragedy of your life?

Would your life make a good play?

Should people be prosecuted for crimes that weren’t considered crimes at the time?

Would you fight for your country? Do you feel a sense of loyalty to your nation?

Do you believe in gender equality in every aspect?

Do we have a moral obligation to care for others? To what extent?

Do you crave approval and/or praise?

Is there comedy in all tragedy and tragedy in all comedy?

Are you ever going to be satisfied?

When you are sad, do you listen to music that conveys your emotions or music that makes you happy?

Is your music organised by mood or sensation or do you just listen to everything at any time?

Would you marry a friend if they needed you to (e.g. for citizenship)?

Are you a deep person?

Given the chance to live your life on Mars, with no hope of returning to Earth but with the promise of scientific discovery and glory, would you take it?

Are you who people think you are?

Do you think you would be happier if you had been born a different gender, sexuality, race, ethnicity, nationality or religion?

What’s your toxic trait? Are you trying to improve yourself and fix it?

Do you anger easily?

Are you a jealous person?

If you lost all your memories, would you have the same personality?

Given the chance to reset your life (with none of the knowledge you currently have), would you take it?

Is hate as strong as love? Who do you hate?

Do you speak multiple languages? Which do you dream in? What language would you want to learn?

Do you draw meaning from your dreams, or do you disregard them?

How would you describe yourself when you love? Do you love forcefully, unconditionally, gently, quietly, desperately?

Is unrequited love real love?

Is your perception of yourself similar or the same to how others perceive you?

Are you overly analytical?

Do you ever feel that you are really a terrible person, and only act good out of societal or some other obligation?

Do you believe in magic? Are you superstitious?

What belief do you have that isn’t logically grounded, but you still firmly believe in?

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To read something that perfectly capsulates how you feel is like finally being able to describe it without the pressure of putting it into words yourself. This was amazing. Your amazing. Thank you for this. I mean it.

you won’t be alone (i’ll carry you home)

song mingi x reader

synposis: mingi has been noticing for some time now that you’re not happy, and he aches to help you.

genres: angst, fluff, hurt/comfort

warnings: reader is sad, mental health struggles, crying, panic attack, friends to lovers but it’s not a focus, reader bottles up their emotions, gender neutral reader

notes: this was a ”request” by @itsimaginetime about a scenario near and dear to her heart. she wrote her own version which can be found here and i highly suggest you read! i’m honestly very disappointed in my own version and considered scrapping this but i love mingi </3

word count: 5,2k

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Mingi doesn’t really know when it begins, when exactly the world turns and you’re suddenly not exactly you anymore. He just knows that it happens somewhere along the line and he can’t pinpoint where, can’t look in the rearview mirror and spot all the signs in retrospect. It wouldn’t do any good now either way, not when he’s driven past all the stops and detours, things have already taken their course and all he knows is that it doesn’t feel good.

Mingi has never been alarmist, especially not when it comes to you. You, whom he’s known for years - you, whom Mingi knows to be so resilient. Mingi has shown up wild and wired on your doorstep enough times to know that you are strong, capable of welcoming him with an open heart and letting him cry it out in your arms. Mingi has found himself plunged in darkness ample times to know that you’re able to pull him up, bear him on your shoulders and trudge on forward as if it’s nothing. As if the pushing weight of Mingi and all his problems, his sadness and all his worries, all of it is nothing to you, you carry him with ease. You’ve let him in so many times, let him rely on you and cry on your shoulder, you’ve loved him for so long and taken care of him for even longer.

So, Mingi isn’t an alarmist. But he worries. He’s a worrier by nature, stupidly able to overthink absolutely anything and everything. But this is different. You are different, everything about you is unlike anything Mingi has ever seen, remarkably and decidedly different from anything he’s read about or watched on TV. When he starts noticing the abrupt shift of your habitually unmitigated personality, that you’re wallowed in that same darkness he recognizes so well, Mingi worries.

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Knew the second he posted this that they had all had their hair done. I know my boy’s hair looked darker!!!

[220201] 📸 instagram update

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seo changbin, president of the seungmin fanclub ♡