#and hawks freaks the f out

[silent-stories]

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐅

Pairing: Eddie x F!Reader

Summary: Ever since Eddie sat next to you on the picnic bench outside his trailer you've become friends and you've grown closer and closer. He drives you to school, sneaks through your window almost every night and you hang out together, but when he realizes you'd be better off without Eddie 'the freak' Munson, he has to push you away and break your heart in the process. Will he realize his mistake is hurting both of you and fix things between you before it's too late?

Warnings: fluff, angst, parents fighting, drinking, language

Eddie watched you through his bedroom window as you stepped out of your trailer slamming the door behind you and sat on a picnic bench.

You ran a hand through your hair trying to keep it in place despite the wind that had picked up that afternoon and you raised a arm to protect yourself from the sun's rays hitting your face.

Eddie had never spoken to you before. He saw you every time you picked Henderson up after a D&D campaign (even though he complained that he was old enough to go home alone) and his gaze found himself a few too many times looking for you in the school cafeteria and in the hallways, but he never spoke to you.

It had become a habit to think that most of the students who were not within his social circle wanted nothing to do with him and he knew that you hanged out with Steve Harrington and his friends, so he assumed it was best to keep his distance even though Dustin said you were his friend and a good person first of all.

There were rumors that you were dating Harrington and Eddie sometimes thought that was really true, he was popular and rich and you were pretty and your smile could light up a whole room. Not that he ever paid any attention to your smile to know that.

He thought maybe it was kinda creepy but he couldn't stop looking at you when he noticed your hands playing nervously with each other as you kept your gaze downcast and fixed. Was everything okay?

Eddie turned down the volume of the metal music that was coming from the stereo on the desk, and that was probably also heard on the opposite side of Hawkings, in order to think.

If he came out to ask if you were okay would it just scare you and make it worse? Would you run away from the freak?

When you brought a hand to your mouth to bite your nails and your leg bouced at lightning speed he knew something was definitely wrong.

The idea that you were sitting waiting for him to come out to ask him to buy drugs crossed his mind, many of his customers had that nervous behavior before a deal.

He had to admit that if the first time you spoke to him it was to buy marijuana he would be disappointed, to say the least.

He finally turned off the radio and glanced at the leather jacket and denim vest resting on his bed and, realizing that it was too hot for those, and came out of the trailer with only an old black sabbath t-shirt and some overall trousers that he used to sleep in.

"Hey." Eddie announced his presence when there were only a few steps between you two.

Your head shot up and your gaze met a pair of kind brown eyes.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." He raised the palms of his hands as if to show you that he meant you no harm.

"It's okay. You didn't." You moved on the bench, shifting to the right side.

Initially Eddie thought you were trying to increase the distance between you and him but then he realized you were making room for him to sit.

You wanted him to sit next to you.

He waited a moment, giving you time to reconsider, then took a seat next to you and your shoulders brushed as he did so.

"I…just wanted to ask if everything was okay. I saw you alone and it seemed like something was wrong but… you know what? It's stupid, you probably just wanted to be alone and I'm…" Eddie rambled.

Great, he thought, he was already embarrassing himself. It had to be a record.

"They're fighting." You interrupted him, pointing with your index finger to the trailer where you lived.

Only at that momento Eddie heard screams coming from inside. The voices belonged to a male and a female: your parents.

"I'm sorry." That was all he could say. But he was sincere, he knew what it felt like, he'd been there too.

"And I'm glad you're here now." One corner of your lips quirked up and Eddie swore he could have died right then.

“Actually, I came here because I heard music coming from your trailer. Usually it always manages to drown out their screams but this time they were right in front of my bedroom door so I went out. When I heard yours I thought getting closer would help."

You didn't even know why you were telling such private things to someone you barely knew but had a good feeling about him and decided to go with your gut.

"I discovered metal the same way." Eddie confessed, surprising even himself, he knew he didn't have to share such intimate parts of himself with people, parts that could be used against him one day. "When I was about eight and tired of hearing my parents fighting I turned on the radio hoping to find some kind of music loud enough to cover their voices . And I found metal so I did it."

Since that day Eddie had used metal to cover even the thoughts in his head but he decided to omit it.

You chuckled at the last part. "I'm sure metal could cover even a zombie apocalypse."

"Oh, I'm sure it could. I think I'll use this idea in the next D&D campaign." Eddie laughed.

"Please let Dustin win. Last time he sulked the entire ride because he was "dead"."

"Let him win? In Dungeons and Dragons you don't let someone win, you fight to the death if necessary! And he was a brave fighter." Eddie said in a solemn tone making you burst out laughing.

"I'll let him know."

When silnce fell between you and Eddie, you realized that you no longer heard the voices of your parents. "Finally."

"You'll see, things will get better." It didn't mean that because they never did for him, they didn't for everyone. He just wanted to let you know that you weren't alone.

You nodded. "Thank you, Eddie."

In that moment he realized that neither of you introduced themself to the other but you both knew your names. That you knew his name.

"I did nothing." Eddie shrugged as he glanced at his watch. "Shit, I'm late for practice."

"Practice?" You asked curious.

"Yeah, I'm in band, Corroded Coffin." Eddie said jumping off the bench.

"Band? Okay, you'll tell me about it next time, now go."

Next time.

You wanted to talk to him again.

You wanted to see him again.

"Alright, you sure you're okay?"

"I am, really. Thank you. Now go. I don't want you to be late because of me." You offered him a smile.

"Okay." He nodded "See you, then."

"See you."

Eddie looked at you one last time before disappearing behind the door of his house to get everything he needed, thinking that for the first time he wished he were still there talking to you instead of meeting the band.

════ ⋆★⋆ ════

That morning when you woke up you found a note left by your mother saying that she had taken the car to go to a job interview and that meant no car to go to school.

You were walking to the nearest bus stop when you heard a voice calling your name.

"Hey, need a ride?"

A van pulled up next to you and Eddie leaned out the window.

"It's okay, I can walk."

Eddie wondered if you said it because you didn't want to disturb him or because you were afraid to lock yourself in the vehicle with him, fearing what he might do to you. But then he thought about the way your shoulders relaxed when he sat next to you on the picnic bench a few days before and the sound of your laugh when he said something stupid.

No, you weren't like that. For some weird reason you didn't seem to be afraid of him like like most of the school, and of Hawkings.

"Yeah, I think if you walk you'll get to school around eight... of tomorrow." He joked.

You laughed, he was probably right.

"C'mon." He said opening the passenger door.

"Thank you." You said sitting next to him as he restarted the engine.

"So... what do you play?" You asked after a few moments.

"What?"

"You said you're in a band. What do you play?" You asked again.

Eddie was amazed both that you remembered and that you wanted to know. The ghost of a smile appeared on his lips.

"What do you think I play?"

"Since I'm pretty sure you're James Hetfield's lost twin? I'll go with the guitar."

Eddie let out a laugh that he couldn't hold back this time. "Is that a compliment? I guess I'll take it as a compliment."

"Don't let it go to your head now."

When you got close enough to the school, Eddie parked the van and you both got out, walking side by side.

"I'm going to graduate this year, you know." Eddie said, talking both to himself and to you.

“If you start showing up to class a little more I'm sure you will. Because you know, we're in the same biology class but you haven't come once since the beginning of the year. The tracher thought there was a mistake with the names on the list."

Eddie rolled his eyes. "I don't like biology."

You glared at him.

"But I'll come, sooner or later."

Your glare only intensified.

"Okay, okay I'll come to biology soon. Really soon. Happy?"

"Yes, thank you." You laughed.

"I swear I'm really trying this year, it's my year. I feel it." He added.

As you walked closer and closer to the school, a boy and girl, probably a senior, passed you by. The girl glanced your way and said something in the boy's ear and he laughed without trying to hide it.

"Hey I....I think I forgot something in the van, see you soon okay?" Eddie said as he stopped walking.

"Uhm…okay. Is something wrong?" You furrowed your eyebrows trying to read his expression.

"Don't worry. Everything's fine, just forgot my cigs. See you, sweetheart."

With these last words he walked away again, heading in the direction from where you had come.

You didn't say anything wrong, right?

Only when Eddie was so far away that you couldn't see the red in his flannel anymore you realized he'd called you "sweetheart".

You honestly really liked the way it sounded.

════ ⋆★⋆ ════

Eddie had suddenly left you because, after seeing the two students looking at you and then whisper and laugh to each other, he understood that it was not good for you to be seen around with him. He didn’t want people to find out you two were friends now.

Because that was what you were now, right? You had become friends.

He didn't want people to start spreading bad rumors about you too, you didn't deserve it and he didn't want it to be his fault.

As he was walking aimlessly a jock passed by him and although Eddie moved to increase the space between them, he still collided with Eddie on purpose.

"Hey, watch where you go, freak!" he yelled as he walked away.

That was exactly what Eddie was thinking about. He didn't want to condemn you and if they saw you hanging out with him people would start talking about you too and it was the last thing Eddie wanted to happen to one of the very few people who had been nice to him at school and in his whole life .

════ ⋆★⋆ ════

It was night, but you couldn't sleep and you were reading a book lying on your bed by the light of your bedside lamp when you heard a noise.

Knock knock

You looked around, trying to locate the source of the noise.

Your eyes rested on the window.

Someone was knocking at the window of your room. You placed the book on the bedside table and opened the window, looking down as the cool night air hit your face to find Eddie Munson standing right under it.

"Hey, Y/N!" He said with a smile raising a hand to greet you as if it were a common thing to show up at that hour at someone's house.

"Jesus Christ, lower your voice. What are you doing here?"

"Is this how you greet your friends, Y/N?" He crossed his arms over his chest in mock offense.

"In my defense, it's almost 1a.m."

He rolled his eyes. "I'll be quick, I promise you."

"Eddie, what are you talking about-" You didn't have time to finish the sentence that he grabbed the edge of the window and climbed inside.

He sad on the border, resting his feet on the wooden floor of your room and you gave him a reproachful look. "You're really agile. Have you ever thought about joining the basketball team?"

"Oh, that hurt, Y/N. Watch your mouth or I could commit suicide right now." He replied by pointing to the void below him.

"If you jump down you'll break your arm at best, it's not worth it."

Eddie completely ignored your comment. "Who knew you had an AC/DC poster on her bedroom wall!" He commented as he looked around, realizing it was his first time in there, or in your house.

The trailers were all the same but Eddie liked how you decorated your bedroom.

His hair was tacky because of the way he got into your room and you resisted the urge to push it behind his ears.

"I really am a woman of a thousand secrets." You said "Come on, Eddie, why are you here? What do you want?"

What did he want? In fact, he wasn't sure either. He wanted to keep seeing you but he didn't want people to know about it. He wanted to keep hearing your voice and laugh without people starting bullying you or without making you loose your friends because of him. Honestly, he only came there because when he was with you he felt happy and safe and he wanted to see you even just for a few minutes but he had already thought of a credible and not entirely false excuse.

"Well, I was wondering if there was a chance you might have some notes on Shakespeare and if by any chance you'd be kind enough to let me copy it for a test I have in two days." He finished the sentence with a hopeful smile.

"Didn't you say you were going to start working hard and stuff?" You said looking for the english notebook in the backpack at the foot of the bed.

"I know and I'm sorry, I swear next-" He stopped when you pressed a few sheets of paper against his chest.

"Ohmygod, thank you!" He basically yelled, "You are the best, really."

"I said lower your voice, dumbass. If my mom finds out you're here, she'll kill both of us."

"She'll have to walk over my dead body to get to you."

"Well, I like you alive."

Eddie knew you were both joking and that the things you were saying didn't really matter but he loved that "I like you."

"I'll let you sleep now, okay? I'll give you everything back tomorrow, cross on my heart." He opened again the window and got ready to jump down.

You nodded. "It's okay."

"Goodnight sweetheart." he said before disappearing.

"Goodnight." you murmured, even if he was already gone.

════ ⋆★⋆ ════

It was a funny story, how you got in detention.

You were walking down the hallway on the way to your math class when you saw a cheerleader talking to Dustin.

Her name was Anne or Claire maybe, you didn't remember and you didn't care but Dustin didn't seem too happy to hear what she was saying.

"Do you know what happens to kids who are part of satanic cults? I tell tou, they are sacrificed." She laughed.

"I've told you a hundred times, I'm not in a cult and..."

"I'm sure that's what that freak made you believe."

"Okay, enough. Don't you have a class to go to?" You interrupted her.

"Oh, but we were just having a friendly conversation."

"It didn't look like one. Now we have to go." You said putting a hand on Dustin's back and starting to walk away.

"You know, there are rumors that you're dating him. The freak." The girl's voice made you stop.

You turned around.

"I am. And it's not your problem." And with that you left.

"Is that true? Are you going out with Eddie? He's always talking about you." Dustin asked.

"We're friends. I like him but we are not dating."

A toothy smile appeared on Dustin's face.

During cheerleading practice that afternoon, Claire-Anne-whoever feel and hit her face on the floor. The next day at school, everyone was talking about the bruise on her cheekbone was caused by you hitting her.

"I didn't do anything." You defend yourself in front of the principal.

“So how do you explain her bruise?” He crossed his arms over his chest.

"She fell cartwheeling because she sucks, it's not my fault."

"She told the whole school you hit her."

"Because she's a bitch too."

And with that you earned your detention. Maybe it wasn't such a funny story after all.

It was unfair, but at least you were with Eddie. With Eddie -if-I-smoke-in-the-bathroom-no-one-will-catch-me Munson.

"I know you didn't hit her." Eddie whispered trying not to be heard by the teacher who was supposed to monitor you during the hours of detention.

"And I know you were definitely smoking in the bathroom." You replied.

"You have so little faith in me?" He brought a hand to his chest.

"No, but I know you well enough to know you were smoking in the bathroom."

"Silence." The teacher stepped in.

After a few minutes you spoke again. "I can go to the bathroom?"

The teacher glared at you.

"If you want, I'll pee in the bin."

"Go."

You left the classroom and after a few seconds Eddie spoke again.

"Can I go get something from the snak machine outside?"

The teacher looked up from the book he was reading.

"No."

"I'm hungry. And if you don't let me go, I'll have to drink your blood."

She stared at him for a moment.

"Go. Quick."

Eddie left the class but before he could reach the dispenser, you caught up with him.

"The window in the bathroom is open." You whispered.

"I think it's because of the smell."

"No, I mean we can leave."

Eddie stared at you for a second, weighing your idea.

"Let's go." You said grabbing his arm and heading towards the girls' bathroom.

Eddie offered his hand as you put your feet up on the toilet and reached the window. His hand was warmer than you expected and his rings didn't feel cold against your skin.

When you jumped to the other side, Eddie did the same right after you.

"And here you go. Freedom." You said spreading your arms outwards.

"Who knew Y/N was a criminal." Eddie laughed as you walked away from the school.

"Oh, I'm not. I did it because my punishment was unfair. But yours..."

"Oh, shut up."

You laughed. "Okay."

Eddie drove you home in his van, which was becoming a habit by now.

"Thank you." You said when you arrived.

"She doesn't seem happy." Eddie said pointing to a figure just outside your trailer.

Your mom was waiting for you with her arms crossed and her face more than pissed.

"She never is. It's okay. Thanks for the ride, Ed." You said as he got out of the car.

"Where were you?" Your mom asked.

"With a friend."

She glanced at Eddie. "Is that your friend?"

"Any problem?"

"Yes, he's the problem. Have you seen him? He looks like a criminal."

You rolled your eyes. "You don't know him."

"I wish you didn't either."

"I say that agin, you don't know him. Stop judging, he's sweet."

You finally got in and Eddie could no longer hear your conversation.

Great, your mom didn't like it. It wasn't weird, Eddie was disliked by almost everyone.

He thought back to what you said: "he's sweet". It was the last word Eddie would describe himself with, but what if you said it? It would probably be the only thing he thought about for days.

Despite this though, the words "I wish you didn't either" and "He looks like a criminal" also stuck in his mind.

════ ⋆★⋆ ════

"You're lucky I wasn't sleeping." You commented as Eddie jumped into your room and you closed the window behind him.

Eddie was sneaking into your room at least once a week now, and you liked being used to it, although since your mom told you she didn't want you to see Eddie, you both had to be careful not to get caught.

Eddie still thought about your mom's words, maybe it was better if he started seeing you less, to cause you less problems, but then he always found himself in your room almost every night.

"You can say that you wait up for me every night, you know?" He laughed as he adjusted his leather jacket.

You rolled your eyes as you sat on the edge of the bed and Eddie stopped in front of you. "Is there a reason you're here or you just wanted to spend some time with your amazing friend right here?"

"Actually," he said, pulling a crumpled piece of paper out of the pocket of his black jeans, "I wanted to show you this."

He handed it to you and you took it in your hads.

"Did you find it in the trash by any chance?" You joked.

"Oh c'mon. Open it and see."

When you did, you saw a lot of calculations and writing in black pen and, at the top, inside a red circle there was a "B-".

A smile formed on your lips.

"Hey, that's amazing!" You exclaimed before remembering that your parents were asleep and shouldn't have known someone was with you.

Eddie covered your mouth with his hand. "Jesus Christ, I think not only your parents heard you but the whole neighborhood as well."

"Some manners, man." You laughed after you swiped his hand away from his face pretending you didn't like the feel of his skin against yours. "And don't worry, they are deep sleepers."

"So?" He asked moving his gaze between the sheet of paper and you, hopefully staring at you with his big brown eyes, waiting for an answer.

"I'm proud of you." You said and a huge grin appeared on Eddie's face.

You knew that he no longer had his parents and that probably not many people told him that they were proud of him and his achievements so that had become your job.

He sat on your bed talking for a while until you heard footsteps in the hallway and Eddie had to leave in a hurry.

"Be careful." You recommended as he sat on the edge of the window.

"Don't worry. I'm like a cat, I have nine lives." He said as he got ready to jump.

"A cat? I've always seen you more as a raccoon or maybe a bat."

He laughed shaking his head. "See you tomorrow, sweetheart."

════ ⋆★⋆ ════

"Hey, freak!" Jason Carver walked up to Eddie in the hallway.

He huffed. "What do you want again?"

"I heard you have a girlfriend now." He teased him.

Eddie furrowed his eyebrows.

"I'm talking about Y/N."

"She's not-"

"You know, she used to be cool. But now? Hanging out with people like you? Not anymore. I hope she realizes her mistake soon, before she becomes like you."

That was what Eddie was afraid of. People could be really mean and he didn't want them to be mean to you just because you were his friend.

A voice called Jason from afar and, after one last look, he walked away.

Eddie found himself standing in the hallway whitout knowing what to do.

He knew it was better for you if you stopped seeing each other but he didn't want to lose you.

He had never found himself in a similar situation, usually people stayed away from him and now, when he finally found someone kind and nice, who treated him like a human being, like a friend, he felt the need to push her away.

The universe really hated him.

════ ⋆★⋆ ════

"Wayne?" Eddie sat down on the couch next to him, "I need to ask you something and you have to be honest with me."

Wayne looked up at his nephew. "What did you do this time?"

Eddie rolled his eyes. "Nothing, I didn't do anything. I just have to ask your opinion about something."

Wayne remained silent, trying to figure out what was going on.

"If you knew someone...and you liked them, really liked them and if they were nice to you and you loved the sound of their laugh and the way your shoulders brushed when you walked next to each other, and just seeing them for five minutes in the morning would make your day a good day... but you knew that they would be better off without you, what would you do?"

"Okay, Eddie what's going on?"

"Nothing, really. Answer please?"

"I'd tell them. That they'd be better off without me. Or I'd make up an excuse. And then I'd walk away from their life. But only if I'm really sure they would be happier without me."

Eddie swallowed. He expected this answer but hearing it so directly was different.

Now he just had to follow his advice.

════ ⋆★⋆ ════

You knew that something was wrong as soon as Eddie jumped down the window and entered your room: the usual smile he had every time he saw you was completely absent.

"Hey, what's going on?" You asked sitting cross-legged on your bed as he sat on the edge next to you after taking off his shoes, as he used to.

"Nothing, I just wanted to see you." He murmured as he stared straight ahead, playing with his hands in his lap. His body was tense and stiff.

He'd come intending to tell you that you should stop seeing each other but as soon as he saw you he knew he couldn't even if he tried to vomit the words out of his mouth.

The desire to punch the wall in frustration was immense.

He had to do it, he had to do it to protect you, he had to do it for your mom, for the students at school and for the rest of Hawkings.

"Something is definitely wrong." You commented again.

He shook his head.

He didn't think it would be that hard, the words "I can't see you anymore" or "we should stop hanging out" weren't complicated, yet he felt like something was blocking his throat and stopping his voice from coming out.

"Eddie" You said placing a hand on his knee "I know you well enough to see when something is wrong and-"

"Can I hug you?"

His words surprised you.

"Eddie, what-"

"Please."

He sounded just like a scared little kid. What the hell happened?

You wrapped your arms around his neck and pushed him against you, you immediately felt his arms enveloping you and his hands squeezing the fabric of your shirt as if he didn't you'd disappear, as if his life depended on it.

"I don't know what happened, Eddie. But I'm here." You whispered.

"I know." Not for long, he thought.

You left a kiss on his cheek while your hand caressed the side of his face.

"Do you want to stay?"

Eddie wanted to stay there with you for the rest of his life.

"I can't."

"C'mon, just one night. My parents won't find out. You'll leave in the morning."

Eddie decided that the next day he would say goodbye once and for all, so he might as well enjoy the last moments with you.

"Okay." He said.

You pulled down the blanket and lay down on the bed, he immediately after you.

He rested his head on the pillow and turned his head towards you, his face only inches from yours. "Are you sure you want me to stay?"

"I'm sure." You said first turn off the light - as Eddie took off the rings and placed them on your bedside table - and curl up next to Eddie, your back pressed against his chest.

You heard Eddie move slightly.

"Y/N, can I-?"

"You can." You muttered before feeling his arm wrap around your waist and push you even closer to him.

You placed your hand on his and he buried his face in your hair, breathing a sigh of relief as if being close to you would ease some kind of pain.

"Goodnight sweetheart." You heard him murmur as he left a kiss on your head.

"Goodnight Eddie."

You were already sleeping when a tear silently crossed Eddie's cheek and fell on your pillow.

════ ⋆★⋆ ════

When you opened your eyes, the first light of day filtered through the window.

Eddie's arm was no longer around you. You turned to find him sitting on the edge of the bed, you could only see his back, his unkempt hair and the shape of his shoulder blades.

"Hey, good morning." You mumbled.

"I don't want to see you anymore."

"What?" You sat up on the bed, the sheet slipped off your body.

"I don't want to see you anymore. We should stop going out and stuff." He stood up.

"Eddie, what the hell are you talking about?"

"It's just...it doesn't work." He gestured between the two of you, "this isn't working."

"Are you saying that because you slept here? I asked you to stay because you're my friend and I care about you and-"

"No, it's just…I have more important things to do than hang out with you, okay? That's all." He slipped on his shoes as if what he was saying mattered in the slightest.

You shifted the sheets and got out of bed, your feet tracing the cold floor, following Eddie. "That's all? Eddie, I thought we…that there was something."

"You thought wrong. Now I gotta go." He opened the window and sat on the edge.

"Eddie, wait." He jumped off.

You stared at the window curtains moving in the wind.

It was not possible. It wasn't possible that he was suddenly no longer interested in you. That he didn't care anymore.

You looked around, suddenly your room was too big and too empty.

You sat at the foot of the bed and brought your knees up to your chest, burying your head in your arms as you started getting a weird feeling in your stomach and chest.

You thought back to his firm tone and impassive face as he spoke.

It wasn't possible that he didn't care about you anymore.

Right?

════ ⋆★⋆ ════

About a week later you were pretty sure Eddie didn't give a shit about you anymore.

You'd been waiting like a stupid every night in your room, staring at the window and hoping to see him come in. You had hoped that he would come and talk to you in the corridor or at least say hello.

Nothing.

He had also stopped showing up at biology class.

You kept thinking that there must be a reason that caused this sudden change in his behavior but you couldn't find one.

And, even though it had only been a week since you last spoke to him, you missed him.

You missed knowing that he was there if you needed, you missed talking to him, his jokes. You missed his chocolate brown eyes and his smile.

You missed the way he always opened his van door to let you in and you missed his "sweetheart".

"Okay, what happened?" Dustin asked as he got into your car.

"What?"

"Eddie. Have you two had a fight or something?" He asked.

Did you have a fight? You didn't even know it.

"I... no, I don't think so."

"You don't think so?"

"Dustin, I don't know. Maybe I did something to piss him off. Last week he told me he didn't want to see me anymore and then he stopped talking to me or saying hello or… remembering I existed."

Dustin furrowed his eyebrows. "Weird, this is weird even Eddie. I'll talk to him about it."

"No." You hastened to say. "It was his decision. If that's what he wants, then that's fine."

"And do you think this is what he wants? In just one week he got a D in history and an F in math and the last campaign was a total disaster. A game of cards would have been more interesting and with Eddie, D&D is always amazing. That's not what he wants, he doesn't want to live a life that you're not in, believe me. There's got to be something going on."

You huffed. "I was getting used to having Eddie in my life. It was... it was nice."

Dustin smiled slightly at your words. "I'll try to figure out what's going on."

"Thank you, kid."

════ ⋆★⋆ ════

It had been days, Dustin still hadn't made Eddie talk and you felt more and more like a part of you was missing with him too.

The worst thing was that you couldn't hate him, even if you wanted to.

At 2am you were still staring at your bedroom window as if Eddie might appear at any moment.

"You're so stupid, Y/N." You talked to yourself as you finally made up your mind to get into bed and try to sleep.

In that moment, the phone on your nightstand rang.

Who the hell was calling at 2am?

You sat on the edge of the bed and picked up the phone.

"Y/N..."

"Eddie?"

"Hey." He only said two words, but you already knew something was wrong with his voice.

"Eddie, you're drunk." It wasn't a question, you just knew it.

He paused. "I'm sorry."

You didn’t know if he was sorry for the way he had been treating you for the past few weeks, if he was because he was calling you in the middle of the night or because he was drunk.

"What do you want, Eddie?" The question came out in a harsher tone that you wanted to.

"I know you hate me. You... you have every right to." he said, slurring.

"But?"

"But you're the only person who can give me a ride home right now. You're the only one I know who would."

"What makes you think so?"

"Because you are like that. You...you care about people. And I know the way I treated you…it was awful and you probably hate me but I…I need you now."

"Why?"

"What?"

"Why don't you want to see me anymore?"

Silence.

"Eddie?"

"Please, can you pick me up?"

He didn't even answer your question. All he cared about was a ride home.

He was acting like an ass, you should have hung up after telling him to go fuck himself, that he couldn't ignore you all that time and then only called you when he needed you.

But a part of you also wanted to tell him that you missed him like air and that it scared the shit out of you.

"Y/N?" His voice brought you back to reality, he was still waiting for an answer.

"You know what? That... that was stupid. I shouldn't have called you. I'm sorry... about everything." he muttered. "You don't have to come, I...I'll wait here. Can you...can you just talk? I...I miss the sound of your voice."

If he really missed you he wouldn't treat you like that. Right?

"Are you still there?"

You huffed, you were about to do a very stupid thing.

"Eddie."

You heard his sigh of relief in hearing your voice saying his name again.

"Where are you?"

════ ⋆★⋆ ════

You parked outside the bar and got out of your car.

Eddie was sitting on the ground, under the neon with the name of the place, near the phone booth he'd called you from.

He had remembered your number even though he was drunk, you thought as you walked in his direction.

Only a few voices were coming from the bar talking, Eddie hadn't gone to some kind of party and drank too much, he had gotten drunk sitting alone in the corner of a small bar away from the city centre.

"Get up."

Eddie raised his head. "You really came." He said surprised.

His breath stank of alcohol and his eyes were red.

"I said, get up." You grabbed his arm and pulled him up.

Eddie staggered dangerously and you placed a hand on his chest to keep him from falling.

"Jesus Christ." he muttered.

You let him wrap his arm around your shoulders and led him to your car, then sat next to him.

You leaned your head back on the seat with a weary sigh, staring at the club lights ahead of you.

When you felt like you were being watched, you turned your head towards Eddie to find him staring at you with his bloodshot eyes.

"What?" You asked.

"You are so pretty."

You shook your head. "And you are so drunk."

"Both true."

You sighed again. "What the fuck is going on Eddie? First you ignore me for weeks, then you call me in the middle of the night because you're drunk and tell me that..."

"I'm sorry. I did it for a reason I... I can't explain."

You let out a cold laugh. "Yes, of course. Of course."

You started the car.

════ ⋆★⋆ ════

"Here we are." You said parking halfway between your trailer and his. "Is your uncle at home?"

Eddie shook his head and searched all the pockets of his leather jacket for the key, only to find it in his jeans.

You grabbed it and got out of the car followed by Eddie who, a little unsteady, took a few steps.

"I live here?" He asked.

"God, how much the fuck did you drink?" You asked yourself more than him as you placed a hand on his back and ushered him into the trailer after opening the door with the key.

When you reached his room, Eddie dropped onto the bed, sitting up with his back against the wooden headboard.

His room was messy, the walls were full of posters and the floor could hardly be seen from the amount of things scattered around. You kinda liked it.

"I feel like my head is about to explode." He said closing his eyes.

"You're probably bleeding internally and will die within hours."

He opened one eye.

"I'm joking." You huffed.

"Look, I'm leaving now and I guess you'll just pretend this never happened and-"

Eddie grabbed your hand. Not squeezing it, his touch was soft and you could have escaped if you wanted.

But you didn't.

"Don't go." he whispered.

"Eddie-"

"Please."

"I'm not going to stay here knowing you'll be ignoring me again tomorrow. Because that's what you're going to do, right?" You asked, already knowing the answer.

He stared at you without saying anything.

"Exactly."

Before you could pull away, he wrapped his arm around your waist and pushed you onto the bed, making you sit next to him.

"Eddie-"

"Youre so pretty." He repeated.

"You already said that."

"Because it's true."

You sighed. "Eddie, I really want to know what's going on between us but you seem to want to keep it a secret."

His hand found yours again and he absentmindedly played with your fingers as you spoke. He must have drunk really a lot.

"I can't." he muttered.

"Why?"

He shook his head.

You suddenly grabbed his face with your hands.

"Tell me you hate me."

"What?"

"Tell me you hate me and that's why you don't want to see me anymore."

He shook his head again as you ran your thumb along his cheek.

"Then why? Why do you want to stay away from me? I thought you were mad at me, I thought you did something to piss you off but now...now I don't know anymore."

As usual, he didn't answer. His big dark eyes stared at yoy, his face was a few inches away from yours.

"I wish I could kiss you, right now." he whispered.

You've repressed the urge to lean forward and bring your lips together.

"And I wish you were sober."

You placed a hand on his chest and pushed him away.

You walked out of his room without looking back, knowing that if you did you wouldn't be able to leave.

The only thing you were sure of was that your thoughts were even more confused than that morning.

He didn't want to see you? He liked you? He hated you? He wanted to kiss you? He couldn't explain what was going on?

You entered your house being as careful as possible not to make noise, you got into your room and you dropped on the bed , staring at the ceiling not knowing what to do.

You sighed. "Shit."

════ ⋆★⋆ ════

The next day, Eddie wasn't at school. The cafeteria was too quiet when he wasn't there.

"Eddie won't talk to me about it." Dustin said when he saw you in the hallway.

"He doesn't seem to want to tell anyone about it." You commented closing your locker.

"What do you mean?"

"We... met. But he wouldn't tell me what his problem is."

You didn't want to explain in detail what happened and you didn't want to tell Dustin that Eddie was drunk.

"I hope you resolve whatever is between you soon."

You looked at Eddie's locker across the hall, the one he hardly ever used because he never brought his books to school. Someone had spray-canned the word "freak" over it.

And in that moment you realized why Eddie had acted that way, why he had pushed you away: he was afraid that people would start treating you the way he did if you got close to him.

You'd been a stupid not to realize that before.

And he'd been a stupid to think you cared a shit about that.

"Yeah, I hope so too."

════ ⋆★⋆ ════

You hadn't called Eddie on the phone because you wanted to talk to him in person and when you came home from school it was pouring with rain, so you had decided that before class started the next day you would go to him and talk.

But that evening, someone knocked on your door.

"I'm going!" You yelled at your parents in the other room.

You opened the door to find Eddie wet from head to toe waiting in silence.

"Eddie?"

"Hi, I…I need to talk to you." He brushed a strand of hair dripping from his face.

"Great, I have to do it too. Come in."

"No, I'll be quick. And your parents are at home, I don't think I can get in."

You huffed. "I can' decide who I want to see."

"I'll be quick." He repeated.

"Okay." You finally said, stepping into the rain and closing the door behind you.

"No, wait-"

"Tell me everything."

Eddie watched as the rain began to fall on you and wet your hair and clothes.

All that just to talk to him.

Sometimes he thought you were crazier than him.

"First of all, I'm sorry." He started. "I wanted to protect you. I thought you'd be better off without me in your life you know? Without Eddie 'the freak' Munson. I thought people would start talking shit about you and I didn't want them to start treating you like they treat me. I didn't want them too gave you a stupid nickname, and I didn't want your friends to leave you just because of me, just because you were my friend. I didn't want your parents to get mad at you for dating me. Hell, I didn't want to ruin the your life and I thought the best thing to do was to tell you that I didn't want to see you anymore, even if that hurt me like hell."

"Eddie, I couldn't care less what people think of me." You said taking a step closer to him as thunder rumbled in the distance. "I never cared. I only cared about you because I like you since you sat next to me on that bench because you knew something was wrong just by looking at me."

"What if you lose your friends because of me?" He asked.

"They weren't real friends then."

"What if people start making things up about you?"

"Eddie, stop it."

"What if your parents get upset and-"

"What if we start hanging up again?" You interrupted him, "What if you start taking me to school in the morning and visiting me at night? What if we do another horror movie marathon in my room when everyone is asleep and you let me hold your hand even if you know I'm not scared? What if we just stay together? What if I tell you that I've missed you? That I still miss you and that I still need you in my life?

What if I tell you that I like you, that I love you because you are you and I don't care what people might say about you about us. What if-"

You gasped when his lips met yours, when he brought his hands to your cheeks and his thumbs brushed away the raindrops as he kissed you.

He tasted like smoke. And home.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, for everything." he whispered.

"It's okay, I think I like you anyway." You chuckled before pulling him back to you.

That was the night you kissed Eddie Munson in the rain and that was the night you showed him that it didn't matter what people thought about you as long as you had eachother.

#eddie x reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie x y/n #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munosn fanfic #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson angst #eddie nunson fanfiction #stranger things fanfiction

[azrielslightintheshadows]

Hi, I absolutely love everything you write 😭 So I wanted to ask for something, if you're interested ❤️‍🔥 The request in question would see Azriel partner with a twin sister of Eris Vanserra. The plot I had come up with (feel free to change it to your liking) was that bed grew up with Eris, obviously, but Beron ordered Eris to kill her sister to eliminate doubts about who would be Autumn's heir after Beron, because he obviously didn't want to take the risk of a woman sitting on the throne. Eris obviously didn't kill her sister, but left her hidden in the forest and She always grew up alone. Until the marriage proposal between Eris and Morrigan arrives, and Morrigan, fleeing the arranged marriage, finds Eris's sister in the forest and threatens to hand her over to Beron. if Eris doesn't let her leave. And so Eris makes the deal and frees Morrigan (as we saw Az going to get her). Feel free to create how Az finds it. And I would love it if you didn't write a mean Eris, because I really like him 😭 and I think he would be a kind brother to his twin sister 😭❤️‍🔥

Sorry if this was too long or the story didn't please you, or it was confusing, I'm using the translator, so there must be an error. Sorry 💗💗

Trapped mate.

Azriel x f!Vanserra!Reader

Masterlist.

Warnings; mentions of death, blood and abuse.

Thank you! I hope this is what you had in mind! Feel free to send more requests I really enjoyed this one.

Everyone believed that Lucien was abused and despised by Beron because he probably wasn’t his son, and they were wrong it sure was one of the reasons but not the main one. The main one was that Beron was/is a horrible creature filled with hatred and malice and you were the living proof of that. You are Beron’s daughter and yet he despises you. You were born one minute later than Eris, and the moment the healer announced “female” Beron’s smile turned into a scowl and he left the room without one glance at you. Growing up he never showed you any interest and this resulted to you clinging onto Eris. Your brother became the only male idol in your life. You did everything together, he was the only one who gave you affection and love and you knew that he would risk his life for you, as a matter of fact he already did it 124 years ago when Beron realized that you were a possible heir to his throne and freaked out ordering Eris to take you in the forest on a ‘hunting trip’ and kill you, then say that you had an accident. You knew your father, he could order anyone else to do this, but he wanted to toughen Eris up, he wanted to make Eris like him -a monster. But your brother was and still is good and he loves you more than his own self, he says that you are his other half, the light in his soul. So, he took you to the forest and hid you in a cabin he owned there, and found a witch to cast a spell so no one could ever find the cabin. You grew up there alone, Eris would visit you once a month because he didn’t want to raise suspicions if he frequently disappeared, and Beron watching him like a hawk since he never showed him your corpse wasn’t making his visits any easier. The last time he came he informed you that the witch who cast the spell was dead, and he needed to find another one to keep you hidden, then he begged you to stay in the cabin no matter what.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ 🍁 🍂 ☁️˙✧˖°

You were cooking when a scream echoed through the forest, it sounded like a female, another one followed more heartbreaking than the other, she sounded hurt and frightened. You placed the ladle on the counter and removed the kettle from the fire, your worry and curiosity taking over as you walked towards the door. You cracked the door and peeked outside, no one was there. You opened it further and stepped outside and then you saw her, a naked blonde female covered in blood, a note was nailed to her womb. You gasped and ran to her, she flinched back when she saw you. “Its okay you’re safe, don’t worry I got you” you said softly and wrapped her arm around your neck, helping her to your cabin. You laid her on the couch and hurried off to find a cloth and a bowl to fill with warm water. After gathering everything you needed you went back, she was watching your every move. “I’m going to clean your wounds” you informed her and knelt in front of her.

“You look like Eris” she whispered, and you froze. Could you reveal the truth to her? What if she went to Beron? Your silence confirmed her suspicions and she gasped.

“You are Eris’ twin sister… you didn’t die” she exclaimed.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, I have never seen the lordling” You wrinkled your nose at the title, but you needed to sound convincing.

She stared at you and hissed when you removed the nail from her womb. “You need to see a healer” you informed her.

“I can’t go out there, Eris is probably looking for me” she replied.

“Why?” you furrowed your eyebrows. She pointed to the note, and you read it, you gasped and leaned back. “You are his fiancé?” you asked wide-eyed.

“Ex fiancé… anyway thank you for this I just need to rest and then I’ll be on my way” she said and leaned back letting you clean her wounds.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ 🍁 🍂 ☁️˙✧˖°

You were searching your closet for clothes she could borrow when the sound of horses’ hooves crushing the fallen leaves filled the silence. You straightened your back and peeked through the window. Eris.

The blonde female raised from the couch and looked at you. “Its okay” you told her and moved to stand in front of her. “I’m sorry” she mumbled and before you could ask why the door burst open and Eris strolled in, his eyes widening when he noticed the female behind you. “What is she doing here?” he asked you. “She was hurt and frightened Eris, because of you” you narrowed your eyes. “I couldn’t leave her out there she would die”.

“You just invited a wolf in your house” Eris growled, and the female smirked.

“Now that you are here my beloved, I’ve already reached to Rhysand, and he knows about your sweet sister. Azriel is coming to get me and if you even try to stand in my way, Rhys will inform your daddy about his daughter’s resurrection.”

Your eyes filled with tears as you watched Eris’ hurt expression. What have you done? You moved away from her, the clothes you found dropping at her feet. Eris pushed you behind him and spoke.

“Okay get dressed I will escort you there”. “Oh there’s no need for that, he is coming here.” She shrugged and got dressed.

You were sitting on the armchair hugging your knees, Eris was pacing and Mor -as Eris informed you- was sprawled on your couch, the smirk never leaving her face.

Suddenly darkness swirled in front of your door and a winged figure appeared, when the darkness disappeared the most handsome male you have ever seen walked in. He was tall, his body broad and strong and his face… his face was angelic even though his expression was made from sin and ice. His hazel eyes stared at you, and you swore you could see all the stars inside them. You almost moaned at the sight, and then you felt it, a thread binding your soul to his and it snapped.

He flinched and his eyes widened.

“You’re my mate” you whispered.

Eris and Mor blinked, their eyes moving between the two of you frantically.

“Oh no no no no” Eris laughed sarcastically.

The male turned his attention to him. “Your sister is the only reason I’m letting you live Vanserra” he growled. “Let’s go, Cassian is waiting at the border” he offered a hand to Mor and when she reached him, he guided her outside flared his wings and they were gone.

You were standing in front of the armchair, staring at the door. You were frozen in your spot.

“Did he just leave?” you asked.

“Yeah, but he is coming back, Azriel is way too stubborn to let go of you. We need to leave.” Eris said and grabbed his coat.

“Eris wait…” he stopped and looked at you. “What if I go with him? I have no life here, I’m alone… Beron doesn’t have to know, I will stay hidden.”

“Azriel is an illyrian bastard… you are way too good for him.” He growled.

“I don’t care! Cauldron, you sound like our father right now” you groaned. “Do you want me to stay trapped here? Alone and miserable…”

Eris let out a sigh “you are right… but I won’t get to see you again” his voice was barely above a whisper.

“We will find a way for you to visit” you approached him and grabbed his hands. He nodded and pulled you in his arms, leaving a soft kiss on your forehead.

You heard the beating sound of wings and removed yourself from Eris’ embrace. Azriel landed in front of the cabin.

“Even if I don’t like this… you should take her with you, she is on her own here and if Beron finds her, he will kill her.” Eris spoke and Azriel nodded. He offered you his hand and glance at Eris. “I will take care of her, don’t worry”

And with that you walked in your mates embrace, looking at your brother hopefully not for the last time and wishing for a better life far away from your father – Beron.

Requests are open!

Edit: I forgot to write this before, I don’t think I will ever be able to write a mean Eris… I mean he is so hot, maybe I wouldn’t marry him but I would totally fuck him… I’m completely obsessed with Azriel but I would totally cheat on him with Eris 🫢

#acotar #acotar series #azriel #azriel spymaster #azriel acotar #azriel shadowsinger #azriel angst #azriel x reader #azriel fanfic #acotar fanfiction #rhysand #cassian acotar #cassian #a court of thorns and roses #high lord eris #eris vanserra #eris acotar #acotar fandom #acowar #acosf #acomaf #vanserra brothers #lucien vanserra #beron vanserra #autumn court #night court #velaris #city of starlight #a court of silver flames #feyre archeron

[imaslutforcuddles]

DUMB DUMB

EDDIE MUNSON X FEM!READER

Summary: Your a cheerleader at Hawkins high, Jason trusts you exclusively. Well mainly because your his childhood bestfriend. Yet there is something that no one In the squads know. Your a fantasy lover, and hellfire Is the best fucking thing you’ve ever joined. After being tired of Jason’s bullshit, you decide to mess everything up between the two of you. Best thing yet, he never even saw it coming.

Warnings: Swearing, substance use, smoking, angst (jason), bullying, fighting, loss of virginity, SMUT, p in v, oral (f receiving), squirting, unsafe sex (WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT), little bit of Dom Eddie :), praise, subby reader, good girl and shit like that, a lot of orgasming lmfao, overstimulation, Eddie is big.

Word count: 2.5k

A/N: OMFG ITS FINALLY DONE. BTW people HAVE SEX IN THIS SO MINORS BE AWARE!!!!!! I’m not in-charge of your media consumption so i can’t make you click off. I WILL BLOCK YOU THOUGH- The title is a song that i found from a movie called Do Revenge (maya hawke acts in it). I fucking love It, def recommend. HERE Is the Spotify official playlist for it, also recommend listening to while reading this. A smut fic bc eddie deserves some pussy.

You reach into your bag grabbing a twenty, “Is it going to be more expensive because I’m friends with Carver?” Eddie chuckles grabbing the cash and hands you a bag of pre-rolls, “Nah, you get a member discount.” You pause looking down, “Well damn.” Eddie raises his brows, “I guess i can’t leave hellfire then.” The both of you start laughing uncontrollably.

You wipe a stray tear off your face while you both get up from the bench you were sitting on. Sighing, Eddie comes closer to you, “Why are you even friends with him?”

“Because I’m going to make him hurt, like he hurt you.”

Eddie widened his eyes and huffed, “Jesus. h. christ.” He cleared his throat and looked away, trying to hide the growing blush on his cheeks. Smiling, you grabbed your bag. “Hey Eds i think we should head back, I don’t want to miss out of the worst fucking school lunch i’ve ever eaten in my life (we can all agree school lunches are vile).” He frowned, but then grinned not wanting to seem too vulnerable. 

“Yep.”

-

Eddie picked through his lunch as always, head in his hand. 

“Hey Eddie are you okay?” Dustin frowned as Eddie raised his head and grinned. “I’m just fine Henderson.” Mike and Lucas looked at each-other sharing a knowing look, “Are you sure Eddie because you kinda look like shit,” Dustin continued. Eddie glared at him, “What did you just say?” Dustin widened his eyes and looked away gulping, “I j-just mean you look a bit tired that’s all!” Eddie shook his head scoffing, “Yeah okay Henderson.”

He looked around and caught your eyes. You winked and smiled at him as he looked away embarrassed. 

“Hey peach who are you looking at?” You winced at the cringe pet name and your grin became a thin line as you realized who had started talking to you, “No one Carver.” He stared down at you for a minute waiting for a different answer before it turned into a glare, “I fucking saw you wink at him.” He huffed. You kissed your teeth and sighed, “Who are you talking about jason?” 

He scoffed, “You fucking know who the fuck I’m talking about Y/n.” Rolling your eyes you turned to meet his, “I actually don’t Jason that’s why I asked.” He tensed up realising you weren’t going to confess. “You were looking at the fucking freak!” He whisper-shouted. Pressing a hand to your temple you sighed, “He’s not a freak Jason.” 

“Oh-ho yes the fuck he is! Why are you defending him?” He fought. “You know what jason?” Pausing you huffed out air you didn’t know you had held in. “The only freak here is you.” You looked everywhere but at his face as he frowned.

As you started to walk off, you turned your head hearing one word fall out of his mouth, “Whore.” You widened your eyes and shook your head. “NOW I KNOW YOU DID NOT JUST FUCKING CALL ME A WHORE JASON CARVER!” If looks could kill, he would be dead on the cold and dirty cafetera floor. His tense figure softened a bit as he started to cower at all the eyes laid on the two of you, “I’m sorry Y/n.” Scoffing at his lame apology you waved your hand and walked off, “Yeah you fucking should be. God you disgust me.”

-

Being in that school was so suffocating that the second you walked out your breath returned to your body, and you could finally breathe.

You dropped your head and closed your eyes. How could he have called you that? He was far from the truth, you were a virgin. You normally don’t take any sort of offense to being called slutty or anything like that, but Jason wasn’t the type you would pin for slut shaming. Or so you thought. And you couldn’t stop the naging words in the back of your mind.

Jason Carver isn’t a good person. He deserves to pay.

-

“The hooded cultists chant, hail Lord Vecna.” You scoff and look over at mike. ‘tf is this dumbass saying?’ You mouth, mike grins at your comment and shakes his head with you. “Hail Lord Vecna. They turn to you,” His eyes jolt to you and you freeze, ‘God damnit i can’t fucking die first again, Hegla is too precious to me.’ You cry to yourself. “Remove their hoods, you recognise most of them from makbar. There is one you do not recognise, his skin shriveled,” He turns his focus onto jeff and your breath steadys a little as Erica gulps next to you. “Desiccated, and something else. He is not only missing his left arm, but his left eye!”

Your face drops and you look to your right, “WHAT!” you shout with dustin. You have already lost so much to Vecna, and you thought he was killed by kas!

You lift your hands up to your face and start fake crying. though you believe you might actually start to cry, “Venca is DEAD.” “He was killed by kas!” Mike agrees. You rub your temple in defeat, “So it was thought my friends, so it was thought. BUT VECNA LIVES.”

You gasp again and drop your body weight into your chair, “We’re fuckin dead, doomed, through. Pack it up people!” 

Eddie chuckles and continues on while others groan and huff.

-

“You are scared, your tired, you are injured. Do you flee Venca and his cultists?” You grip your chair fuming and hopped up on caffeine and adrenaline, “Or do you stay and fight.” 

-

You all sit in silence for a while, even Eddie gets impatient. “Come on,”

You think deeply about the consequence of running away, ‘you’d be a coward. but, you’d live.’

Dustin holds his hand up, debating a wise choice. “I say we fight;” You look over at him and nod a little, “To the death.” You nod and smile throwing down your pencil, “To the death!” Mike and Erica agree and soon everyone has joined in chanting. Eddie starts laughing and lays back in his throne as you all slam your hands on the table shouting, Dustin leans back while yelling “TO THE DEATH!”

-

Erica rolls her D8 and D10 while you all lean closer in anticipation; soon your all shout “YES!” and grinning at the roll. 

Mike rolls his D20 and you all hiss and yell in agony when he fails.

Jeff’s turn ends up with Eddie smacking his character off the board.

-

Win to loss to loss again and again, and again as Eddie laughs maniacally at you all.

-

A timeout is called and as you huddle up gareth says, “Guys i hate to say this but we have got to flee.” Jeff nods and another says, “I concur.” (His name isn’t specified anywhere he literally is just called ‘freak’) 

Erica shakes her head, “Didn’t we literally just say ‘to the death’?” “That wasn’t literal!”

Jeff continues, “Vecna just decimated us, we can’t kill him with three players!” (we’re going to pretend your precious Helga survived) Dustin scoffs, “You too?! He only has 15hp left, don’t be pussies-!” Gareth makes a face, “Pussies, Really? Cause were not delusional?” He whisper yells. You slap a hand to your face to try and stop a laugh, “Gareth i swear to god-” “Delusional? How about not cowards.” 

“Hey.” Eddie shouts, “If i may interject gentlemen, ‘Lady applejack/Knight Hegla’. whilst i respect the passion, you’d be wise to take Gareth the greats concern to heart. There is no shame in running.. Don’t try to be heros, not today. Kay?” His grin widens. You look from Erica to Dustin as he raises a finger, “One second.” Back to your huddle, “What do you think mike?” “How many hp do you guys have left?” He asks, “Twelve.” You three say in unison, “It’s risky as hell, but your the ones on the battlefield. So it’s your call.” You try not to smile as Gareth's face contorts the hole time mike talks.

Dustin inhails, “What do you say girls?” Erica looks from you to Dustin, “Do you really gotta ask?” Dustin then looks at you, you smile and raise a brow. “Do you think i look like a bitch to back down from an ass whoopin?” Dustin takes a second, “Screw it.”

“Lets kill this son of a bitch.”

Jeff huffs and you all get closer to the table, “Chances of success are twenty to one!” Dustin points a finger, “Never tell me the odds.”

“Give me the D20.”

Eddie smirks and tosses him the dice.

Your all huddled around the table and Dustin as he rolls, eleven. You groan as Eddie waves his head up and down, “That’s a MISS.” You all hiss as you barely miss, it’s all up to Erica.

All eyes are on Erica as she rolls the D20, Gareth crying, Dustin shouting, You slamming your fist into your palm. Eddie leans closer to the dice, twenty! Your all shouting in victory. Eddie was yipping and jerking, his hands clapping while he smiled in surprise and also he’s just a proud DM.

-

You decided to stay back with Eddie to help clean the room after the campaign was over and everyone else went home. Eddie came over to you and grinned, “Helga’s still alive ay, you should be proud.” Your mouth hung open and your eyes widened as you punched his arm, “You fucker! It’s not my fault you love to kill us all off like daisies.” It’s true, this is the first campaign you’ve survived. You’ve been in hellfire just over three months. 

Eddie chuckled and nudged your shoulder, “I know i’m proud.”

You stopped picking up pieces and dice looking over at Eddie, blushing when you realise just how close he was to you. “You mean it?” He smiled stepping closer, “Of course, Its difficult to survive such..” Eddie started leaning in, to the point you could feel his hot breath against your face, “Difficult campaigns.” Your breath hitched when his lips almost touched, “Eddie?” You felt something warming up in your stomach, “Yeah?”

“Kiss me.”

His eyes widened as you put your lips on his. His lips felt so right connected to yours and you felt a moan building up as he deepened the kiss. Eddie groaned into you as you pressed your body up against his, “God your so beautiful,” you smiled, “I bet i’d look prettier naked on top of you.” 

He froze, “Are you okay Eds?” “Never been better.”

-

So here you are in his bed with butterfly sheets that he never bothered to get rid of, naked. 

Eddie kissed you on the lips savoring you, “Can i taste you baby? You look so good.” You moaned and nodded, “Please Eddie.” 

“Please what? I want to hear you beg.” 

You clenched your thighs together, “Please eat my pussy Eddie.” He grinned, “Of course, how could i refuse my good girl? Your going to be my good girl aren’t you?” He looked into your eyes sending shivers down your spine, “Of course Eds!” You nod your head, eager to be touched. He chuckles at your obedience and starts slowly kissing down your body, his touch like fire against your skin. It felt too good to be true. The boy that you’ve liked for years, is going to eat you out? You whined as his lips teased your thighs, he kissed everywhere but where you need the most. “Please Eddie.” He looked up at you from in-between your legs and you melted, this fine-ass man was willing to fuck you. Your whines soon turned into moans as he began to kiss and suck your clit. 

You slid your hands into his thick curls and arched your back, “Oh yes! Please!” You almost screamed and he dipped his tongue into your wet cunt, “Fuck Eddie!” He hums into your cunt, “Your pussy is fucking heaven baby.” The flick of his tongue driving you insane and the was his thumb rubs your clit makes you orgasm quicker than you’ve ever cum before. Legs shaking and eyes rolled back you squeal as he continues to eat your cunt like a dessert, “E-Eddie too mu-” He shuts you up with his two fingers sliding into your wet hole. 

Moans are the only noise you make, Eddie smiles into your cunt and keeps sucking and kissing your clit. You cry out and start clenching hard on his fingers, “Are you gonna cum for me again baby?” You can only answer with a whine. He laughs at your answer and starts pumping his fingers faster, hitting your sweet-spot every time. 

Your second orgasm wasn’t the same as the first, when you snapped a liquid starting spilling out of you in heaps. You hadn’t realised just what made Eddie so surprised and wet. “What?” You whine out, he doesn’t say anything for a solid five seconds and then he pounces on you, attacking your lips. “Please let me fuck you, f-fuck i don’t think my cock could take not fucking your pretty little pussy.” You widen your eyes and nod vigorously which makes Eddie smile, “Your so needy for my cock aren’t you?” You shake your head again, “Say it baby. Be my good girl and say you want my cock inside you.”

“Please put your cock inside my pussy Eddie. Oh please!” He groans at your eagerness to be spread open by him.

He starts to pull his cock out of his boxers and you almost cum on the spot, his dick was HUGE. Like pornstar big, at-least nine inches. His smile becomes wider when he notices your reaction, “Is it too big for you baby?” You frown and shake your head no, “N-no way! I can take it.”

“Good.”

Eddie rubs his tip on your clit and you squirm a little, but Eddie grabs your hips. “Be a good girl and stay still.”

When Eddie first pushes into you it burns, you hiss and he pulls you into him rubbing your back. “Are you okay baby?” He looks into your eyes trying to search for something, “I’m okay Eddie, just keep going. Don’t stop.” After the first couple thrusts it becomes completely crumbing, you feel like you could melt away into nothing. The way the Eddie whispers, “Taking my cock like such a good girl.”

He spreads your legs open wider and you moan loud into his ear, “Oh such a good girl, keep moaning. Let me know just how good i’m making you feel.”

You start getting closer with every thrust into your sopping cunt, and he can feel it. He starts to pound you faster and you scream, “That’s it, cum for me.” You shake and squirt all over his chest and dick, he groans and your eyes roll to the back of your head. 

“Can i cum inside you baby?”

You bite your lip and nod, “Please give me your cum, i need it!” 

He cums with a loud grunt and lays beside you, “I think i might love you.”

#eddie munson stranger things #eddie munson #eddie fanfic #eddie deserved better #eddie #jason carver #stranger things season 4 #stranger things #eddie stranger things #stranger things x reader #eddie x reader #eddie munson x reader #stranger things angst #eddie munson angst #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson comfort #eddie smut #eddie munson x reader smut #eddie munson x you #eddie munson smut

[sketchy-rosewitch]

Ours: Bo Sinclair x hinge!f!reader x Vincent Sinclair

Warnings: Bo’s a little drunky, also he confesses how obsessed he and Vincent are with you

A/N: Dead Ringers is like all up in my brain rn so that’s what you guys get.

Masterlist

Loud yelling and groaning comes from the TV as you and Bo watch a movie. Vincent had his head laying on your lap and you could tell by his steady breathing he was asleep. You couldn’t help but still play with his dark hair. Running your fingers carefully through it, braiding a few strands.

Bo sat on his chair that was angled so you could have conversation with him but he could still watch the TV.

It felt nice getting to sit here with both of them. It hardly ever happened with them practically having opposite sleep schedules. You took your wine cooler and sipped it, the condensation making your fingers wet. You playfully put your fingers on Vincent’s forehead and he flinches but continues to sleep. You giggle and Bo looks at you. He sips his beer and keeps staring, when you notice, you stop and look away. Bo had been the more intimidating of the two for you. You don’t know what it is but you feel like you have to listen to everything he says. Like he’ll snap if you just make one wrong move.

The room is silent again, you feel Bo still staring but you continue to play with a piece of Vincent’s hair.

Then the mechanic speaks up, his voice makes you jump, but you ease into the conversation when you realize how calm he is.

“You know, Vincent and I had to share a lot of things when we were younger.” He takes another sip of his beer.

You nod, not understanding a bit where this conversation was going.

“Shared a bed, birthdays, clothes, a brother, parents, thoughts, and feelings. Never had to share a girlfriend though. No matter how much both of us wanted to share one of them. We never did.” You look at him absolutely confused. He finishes his beer and sets it down, relaxing into the chair. Your hands have stopped playing with Vincent’s hair, they sit one on the top of his head and the other over his crossed hands.

“Now we don’t share shit, he works in his basement creatin’ and I work at the gas station destroyin’. Then some girl from god knows where came in this town bein’ so sweet and carin’ yet ended up the greediest thing ever. Needin’ both of us instead of one.”

Your heart clenches thinking Bo is gonna yell at you. Call you a slut and whore. You only liked those names in the bedroom but he’s called you them a few times outside of it, those were enough it freak you out enough to not get him mad again.

“Thank God you needed both of us, don’t think either one of us could stand not sharin’ again.”

Bo gets up, you watch him like a hawk as he walks up to you. Your head tilts up to meet his face. He leans down and kisses you, you taste the alcohol on his lips. He lets go.

“I love you Bo.”

He hums, and grabs his beer off the end table before going into the kitchen to throw it out, he passes through the living room.

“I’ll be upstairs whenever you two decide to come up.” Bo tilts his head towards the stairs. You nod.

-

It’s not long before you wake Vincent. He’s groggy and a groan cokes from his chest. You take his hand and guide him up the stairs. Bo is on the left side of the bed, he’s not asleep yet. You can tell because he flinches when the door opens. You don’t mean to scare him. You go to the other side of the bed and crawl in wrapping your arms around Bo, Vincent comes in after you and wraps his arms around you. Vincent kisses your shoulder gently, trying to fall asleep again.

You fall asleep easily between the two.

#bo sinclair x reader #bo sinclair #vincent sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair #house of wax #house of wax 2005

[moooxy]

Cherries (18+)

MINORS DNI

Pairing: Eddie Munson x f!Reader

Synopsis: You’re working in a gas station over summer, a strange encounter with Eddie Munson leads to him asking you on a date.

Word Count: 2K

Warnings: unprotected sex, spanking, thigh-riding, spitting.

AN: definitely not the best smut I’ve ever written

With a frown, you bend down to search for a tissue under the counter. There’s nothing except a few cans of beer you were planning on borrowing later. The bell rings to alert you of a new customer, but you only roll your eyes in dread of who it could be. Hawkins was a small town, afterall; 90% of the customers are someone you know or know of. This time was no exception.

It’s Eddie Munson, the infamous ‘freak’ of Hawkins High. He’s changed over summer, skin is more tan than usual, hair longer and there’s even a slight stubble on his chin and top lip. He waltzes around, you watch him pick out a glass bottle of Coca-Cola and a small packet of skittles. Absent-mindedly, you zone out as you remember him last year of school - he was rowdy, boisterous, trouble-making. There is something about Eddie Munson that is so captivating.

“You’re making a mess, sweetheart.” His deep voice startles you. The song of a siren, you think.

You blush, partly embarrassed for being caught out and partly flustered at your own dirty mind. “Sorry?” You reply, lips wrapping around your popsicle again, before you realise there is sticky liquid all over your fingers.

“You were dripping,” he muses. You look down at the surface in front of you, there’s a pool of red liquid seeping onto the floor. “Better go wash your hands, sweetheart. Don’t wanna get all sticky, do you?”

You hum, excusing yourself for a moment. When you return, he’s leaning against the counter with a shit-eating grin on his face. “This all?” You wipe the liquid from your popsicle from the counter and floor, gesturing to the two items on the counter.

“Mmm,” he hums. “Half a tank too,” he gestures to his van outside. “‘N maybe your number?”

You chuckle, adding the price of his items and the gas on your shitty old calculator. “We’ll see,” you say as he slides a few bills on the counter. “C’mon,” you lead him out.

He follows you, eyes trained on your tiny shorts. Your popsicle is in your mouth when you turn around, catching him staring at your ass. He only shrugs with a grin, leaning against the fuel tank. “Fill ‘er up for me, kitty cat,” his tongue pokes his cheek, watching you like a hawk.

You hand him your popsicle, and you roll your eyes when he sucks it as you pump the gas into his van.

“18 now, huh?” He asks, knowing you’ll be in senior year after summer. Your birthday party was the only big deal this summer, and it was as action packed as the talk was. “Heard your party was crazy.”

“It was alright,” you say. Your head tilts as you look at him, “you in senior year again?”

“Yeah, but this is the last- I can feel it,” he grins.

“Mmm, isn’t that what you said last time?” You tease, shaking the pump to get the last little bit into his tank. You snatch the popsicle back, sucking it as you maintain eye contact with him.

“Maybe. This time is different,” he snorts. “I like these,” his fingers pull your belt hoops, eyes trained on the cherry embroidered onto the back pocket of your shorts.

“I’m glad,” you muse. “Anything else?”

“Let me take you out, this weekend?”

You eye him sceptically, taking your time with your answer to make him sweat. He nervously fiddles with his car keys, before you reply. “Sure. Can’t do Saturday though,” you say.

“I have a gig on Friday,” he sighs. “It’ll have to be after, if that's alright with you?”

“Sure, pick me up from here at say- 11?”

“Sounds good. See ya then, sweetheart.”

Eddie grins as the waitress slides a large strawberry milkshake with extra cherries in front of you both. Surprisingly, the diner is packed at 11PM on Friday. It’s mostly filled with teenagers who are loud and bustling with energy. Eddie chose a corner for the two of you, and he slid in next to you so you could ‘people watch.’

He picks a cherry from the ridiculous amount of whipped cream and slips it in your mouth. He watches you bite it with a proud grin, your eyes almost roll back at the flavour. There’s a lick of whipped cream on your lip, and Eddie’s thumb slowly wipes it off, cleaning it off with his tongue. “Tastes good.”

He takes a cherry or himself this time, plopping it in his mouth with a smirk. You lean forward, taking the cherry from his own mouth with your tongue. You hum, “yeah, it is.”

“Minx. What would your friends say if they saw you with me?” He asks.

“They’d say ‘has she gone crazy?’” You say with a smile. “But I think you’re the only person that can handle the real me,” you drawl.

“Oh? Who is the real you?” He questions you with a grin.

“Think Nancy Spungen, without the crazy boyfriend,” you giggle, taking a sip from your milkshake.

He traps his tongue between his teeth and his bottom lip, grinning widely. “You don’t seem like the type of girl that knows about Sid Vicious,” he says.

“What did you think I listened to?”

“I don’t know, Blondie? Fleetwood Mac?” They are both reasonable picks, but you still laugh.

“And you look like you listen to George Michael, or maybe… ABBA?” You say and he snorts.

“Hey! I think ABBA is great,” he smiles. He looks at you fondly, eyes softening when they meet yours. You see something red poking out of his pocket.

“What’s that?”

He digs in his pocket, “this?” He pulls out the keys to his van, there are many key rings but the one that catches your eye is the pair of cherries. He holds it out for you, but pulls it away when you reach for it.

You roll your eyes, figuring he’d only do it once - but no, he does it again. He seems to find it funny, giggling his cute face off. “Stop!” Your face flushes red and your hand instinctively covers it.

“I’m sorry,” he laughs. “I see a pretty girl and all I wanna do is fuck with her,” he charms. He pulls your hand away, smirking. “Here,” he holds them out for you, but you don’t trust him; he puts them on the table, slowly sliding the keys over to you.

You finally grab them, a smile forming on your face. There are the cherries, a tiny 8ball and a cassette tape. “These are cute,” you say.

“Thanks, I think?”

You notice on the cassette tape it says ‘I wanna be your dog’. “God, I love this song!”

“The Stooges, my kind’a girl,” he grins.

“Can you play it?” You ask. “Like, on your guitar?”

Eddie’s heart warms at the attention you pay to him, but he nods. “I can.”

Your eyes light up. “Can you show me sometime?”

“Finish the milkshake. I have my guitar in the van.”

He helps you into his van. It’s packed with amps and stands, but there’s still space to sit. He turns the light on, sliding the door shut. It’s cosy, there’s a circular carpet, posters all over the walls and a beanbag. You smooth out your plaid skirt, sitting on your knees with an excited smile.

He pulls out an acoustic guitar from behind an amp. He explains that with no amp, his beloved electric wouldn’t sound as good. He starts to play and you gasp enthusiastically. He smiles at your reaction, watching your hips sway as he plays.

“God you’re cute,” he says once he’s finished playing.

“Thanks,” you blush. “Maybe I could join your band, I can play the tambourine,” you joke.

He sets his guitar aside, shaking his head as he laughs. “Nah, I wouldn't want anyone else looking at you. Although, I wouldn’t mind seeing you all the time at rehearsals,” he says.

“Maybe I can come watch?” You ask and he nods.

“Of course, sweetheart. Whenever you want.”

You grin, crawling towards him. “Thank you for taking me out,” you murmur, arms wrapping around his neck.

“Anytime, beautiful.” He looks up at you, face inches away from yours.

You lean in first, but he meets you halfway. His lips are so soft and plump, kissing him is easy and comes natural. The kiss is slow, heated, and sensual. His fingers brush your hair back, his tongue pushes into your mouth. You suck on it, smiling through the kiss.

“Eddie,” you murmur.

“Yeah?” He replies through the kiss. His lips move from yours to your jaw and neck.

“You’ve been such a gentleman,” you acknowledge. “But you don’t have to hold back anymore,” you breathe out.

“You sure?” He looks up at you, asking for final confirmation.

“I like ‘em mean,” you whisper and he chuckles.

“If you say so,” and just like that, he snaps into a different person. His hand grabs your jaw, kissing your lips harshly. As you gasp, his tongue licks into your mouth. “You’re gonna be fun to play with.”

He slides your lacy white tank top over your head, one hand expertly in clipping your bra. He instantly takes a breast in his mouth, nipping at the bare flesh. You moan out and he instantly clasps a hand over your mouth, “quiet sweetheart.”

You nod, he pulls you onto his lap. He slides your panties off but leaves your skirt on.

“Be a good girl and ride my thigh,” he commands and you don’t dare to disobey. You start out slow and gentle, little whimpers escaping your lips. “Can’t wait to see you take my cock,” his vulgar language makes you tingle.

“Get on with it then,” you breathe out.

He slaps your ass, harshly. “You don’t wanna get bratty with me, sweetheart. Don’t talk back to me,” he rasps. He does sort of listen to you though, he takes his cock out and presses the tip against your hole. He gets you on your back, dragging his cock up and down your pussy. “You ready?”

“Yes, fuck.” Your body shakes at the feeling of his dick on your clit.

You watch him spit down onto your puckering hole, lubing himself up in it. He slowly enters you, you both moan in unison. “God you’re tight,” he lets out.

He thrusts slowly, his hand grabs your jaw and forces you to look at me. “Eyes on me or I stop,” he grunts. You nod in understanding, your hands instinctively cup your breasts. He speeds up, moaning and groaning as you clench around him. “That’s a good girl. Can’t believe I’m fucking this sweet pussy in the back of my van.”

“D-Don’t stop Eddie. S’good… please,” you moan out.

“You’re such a good girl when you get what you want, huh?” He drawls out and you vigorously nod. “Yeah that’s right. You don’t even know what I’m saying, do you? You’re cock-drunk,” he says proudly. “Aren’t you?”

“Yes, yes,” you desperately agree. “Close, ‘ddie. S’close.”

He’s mercilessly rubbing your clit now, “that’s a good girl. Cum for me,” he’s snarling in your ear. Your knees bend, toes curl and you’re almost screaming if it wasn’t for his hand over your mouth. “Easy girl,” he says as he continues to plough into you. Waves of pleasure wash throughout your body, and it’s not long before Eddie finishes on your thighs and whisks you into his arms.

“Mmm,” you hum, your face buried in his leather jacket.

“I was still holding back,” Eddie speaks up.

You look up at him, raising a brow. “I figured you could be meaner than that. Heh, maybe next time?”

“There’s gonna be a next time?” He chuckles, swiping your hair out of your face.

You nod, “if you would like that.”

“Course I would. You think I’m letting you go now I’ve had that god-sent pussy of yours?” He grins, his fingers idly tickle your shoulder.

He helps you back into your clothes, kissing you whenever he can. “Pussy-whipped?” You tease.

“God, yes.”

#eddie munson #stranger things #eddie munson smut #eddie munson/reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n

[thefathersbride]

Spell your url ✧˖°.

Spell out your URL using song titles that can describe your muse/OC, then tag as many people as there are letters in your URL!

@cove-holdens tagged me for this game, thank you! This was really hard, I cannot remember with how many songs I was like "this is perfect for X or ship Y" - only to realize that they did not have the right starting letter :( But, here we are, I managed! :) I am tagging, without any obligations as always, @glowwormsmith @jacobseed @starsandskies @illithiad @alyssalenko @theviridianbunny @baldurians @fenharel @ginadotjpg @honeypunks and... YOU YOU YOU YOU and YOU!

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

T - THE GOOD LIFE by THREE DAYS GRACE. "the good life is what I need, too many people stepping over me. the only thing that's been on my mind, is the one thing i need before i die" for Daphne Bosworth

H - HAD ENOUGH by BREAKING BENJAMIN. "when all is said and done, i will be the one, to leave you in your misery, and hate what you've become" for Eleanor Strand and Joseph Seed

E - EVIL by HOLLYWOOD UNDEAD. "evil, am i evil, through the empty eyes of you people? evil, i am evil, or are your eyes deceitful?" for Daphne

F - FIREDANCER by POETS OF THE FALL. "But fire doesn’t dance to their dictates. and now you’re dancing with the greats, let the fools have their fates, for time it never waits" for Iris Hawke

A - APOSTLE by DARKHAUS. "you gave words that were true, and you have made my life brand new. i was lonely and you were the only thing keeping me in line" for Eleanor and Joseph

T - TYRANT by DISTURBED. "but the love turned to hate we kept pushing away, and the words that came out turned it into a mess, and it's like pulling teeth 'cause you'll never confess." for Eleanor and Joseph

H - HAMMER OF DAWN by HAMMERFALL. "i can't pretend, never let it go, 'cause everything comes with a price. what you have done, what you put me through, the devils incarnate is coming for you" for Jayna Cousland

E - EMPIRES by RUELLE. "empires rise, empires fall. we live or die to take the throne. empires rise, empires fall. we live or die to take the throne. only one will stand at the end of it all" for Daphne

R - RISING SON by STURM UND DRANG. "can't you see me coming, coming for you baby? coming there to take you from the light. can't you hear me calling, calling for you baby? so you better take on to the night, i'm the rising son" for Jayna

S - SURVIVOR by 2WEI & EDDA HAYES. "i'm the survivor, i'm gonna make it, i will survive, keep on survivin'" for Caivyre

B - BEYOND THE HORIZON by POETS OF THE FALL. "beyond the horizon, i’ll follow where love has gone. twilight finds me here alone. beyond the horizon, i see your love shining, oh. my ghostlight, my afterglow" for Iris and Anders

R - RAISE YOUR GLASS by PINK. "so raise your glass if you are wrong in all the right ways, all my underdogs. we will never be, never be anything but loud and nitty-gritty, dirty, little freaks" for Caivyre

I - INTO THE HEART OF DANGER by BATTLE BEAST. "walk into the heart of danger, and don't let the darkness enchain you. walk into the heart of danger, face your fear" for Iris

D - DEFENCE OF MOSCOW by SABATON. "they don’t belong, we stand our ground, a million strong. we are ready for their strike, face the army of the reich. a million strong, this is our land, they don’t belong." for Dagmar Trevelyan

E - EVERYTIME WE TOUCH by CASCADA. "your arms are my castle, your heart is my sky, they wipe away tears that I cry (that i cry). the good and the bad times, we've been through them all, you make me rise when i fall" for Dagmar and Cullen Rutherford

#my OCs #OC: Daphne Bosworth #OC: Eleanor Strand #OC: Iris Hawke #OC: Jayna Cousland #OC: Caivyre #OC: Dagmar Trevelyan #this is a good basis for any potential playlists i might wish to create later

[twistedsiren86]

I cannot for the life of me remember who offered this prompt, but…

Steve and Eddie are stuck at Family Video during a heavy thunderstorm, the lightening and thundering causes their PTSD to run rampant.

Lightening Crashes

“It’s just rain.” Steve inhales deeply and slowly, his eyes screwed shut. His clammy hands rest on the counter, the muscles in his arms tighten with each strike.

The storm hit Hawkins around eight in the evening, it came completely out of the blue. Steve watches the early morning weather report like a hawk so he can prepare himself for the sparks of lightening in the sky and the rumbling crashes of thunder. But today was supposed to be clear. So his guard was down.

“It’s just rain.” Steve repeats the monologue.

Eddie sits on the floor behind the counter, his back to the wooden cabinets under the computer monitors. He sits with his knees pulled to his chest and his arms wrapped tightly around them. He has his forehead resting on his knees and he’s muttering something to himself.

It was supposed a typical Tuesday. Eddie spends every Tuesday afternoon hanging out with Steve at Family Video since it’s Robin’s day off. Neither of the men know what to do with their free time these days.

Eddie spends most of his evenings with Steve. The two men became extremely close after all hell broke loose in Hawkins. Something about both of them being demobat chow brought them closer together. For the most part the town had recovered. The holes in the town were being filled in by construction crews hired by the military. The government had come in and paid off the ones who knew the truth. Eddie and Wayne had even gotten a new house. Nothing fancy. Just a small two bedroom cottage.

Steve and Eddie find a movie and order pizza, or they’ll take the kids to the arcade. Eddie will jimmy the token dispenser and the kids will go crazy for hours. Steve will go to Corroded Coffin practices. Steve even found a group therapy focusing on PTSD they go to every once in awhile. Steve knows they need. Eddie can’t stand it. But he goes because Steve asks him to.

Today was a day where they both needed their coping skills. Not that Eddie had really paid attention to what was being taught in the group therapy. But he knew what Steve does to help calm him down and that’s what counted right now.

“It’s just rain.” Steve mutters again, but he quickly ducks under the counter with a thunder strike that shakes the store.

“Stevie, man, I’m gonna lose my shit here.” Eddie announces with certainty, rocking back and forth.

“We’re f-fine, man. We’re going to be fine.” Steve manages and resigns to sitting with his back against the wooden cabinets as well. “It’s just rain.”

“No man, I can feel my chest tightening and shit. My fucking hands are doing that tingling shit. I’m fucking losing it, Stevie.” Eddie’s voice is muffled against the denim of his jeans.

The lights flicker, but don’t fully cut out, making both men jump, and a quiet yelp leaves Steve’s lips.

“Okay, okay, maybe we lose our shit, and we stay down here all night, and Robin can find us in the morning.” Steve admits with a nervous laugh, rubbing his face with his hands.

“Not if I suffocate and die. Then she’ll find you and my corpse and then the town will think you killed the freak.” Eddie rambles, quite certainly breathing even though he swears his chest is too tight to inhale.

“You’re breathing if you’re talking. Remember what they said in group? If you can talk or scream your body can breathe.” Steve says as he tries to relax his own breathing.

The lights flicker again before completely going dead with another violent shake of the earth from the crashing thunder. Eddie managers to move in one swift motion to the other side of Steve’s body and squeezes himself between the wood and Steve’s body faster than Steve can blink. Eddie has a death grip on Steve’s arm.

Eddie’s body trembles uncontrollably, his breathing is erratic and fast, and he can’t loosen his grip on Steve. The men end up wrapping their arms around each other in the dark video store, hiding from the storm behind the front counter. Steve’s voice comes out uneven and pitched slightly higher.

“Breath in.” He tells Eddie, and takes in his own shaky breath. “Breath out.” Steve blows out and grinds his teeth as the lightening lights up the building for a moment.

“Steve!” Eddie hisses as the room lights back up and Eddie buries his face into Steve’s shoulder, making himself small next to the broader man.

“I’m here. We’re here. In Family Video. Not in the upside down. Vecna is gone. And we’re just sitting in a room full of movies. It’s just a storm. It’s just a storm. It’s just a storm.” Steve wraps his arms around Eddie tightly and rocks him back and forth as he speaks.

“What can you hear?” Steve asks.

“R-rain.” Eddie replies.

“What can you see?” Steve asks again.

“You.” Eddie’s answer is simple.

“What can you smell?” Another grounding question.

“Hairspray, leather, dust.”

“What can you feel?” Steve tightens his arms as he asks the question.

“The floor. Your arms.” Eddie tells him.

“You’re doing great. You’re breathing through it.” Steve rubs one of his hands up and down Eddie’s back.

Eddie pulls his hidden face from Steve’s shoulder feeling grounded by the coping techniques Steve had used on him. Eddie rubs his face with his hands then looks up at his best friend, letting out a breathy laugh.

“I’m fucking chicken shit.” Eddie tells Steve, rubbing hand over the leather of his leave to stay grounded.

“No, man, you’re the bravest guy I know. We’re just a little banged up, up here ya know.” Steve taps his temple. “We’ll get better just like the wounds healed to scars. Our brains will heal.”

“Okay, Dr. Harrington, don’t get too deep on me.” Eddie chuckles.

“Fine! We’re chicken shit then. Ya happy?” Steve playfully shoves Eddie’s shoulder and laughs.

The phone suddenly starts ringing and both men jump, then burst out into laughter. Steve reaches up and answers the phone. It’s Robin checking in on her best guys. She’s a dear like that. But Steve reassures her they’re going to be okay.

“So, uh, group…? Twice a week?” Eddie offers.

“Twice a week.” Steve confirms.

#steddie prompt #steddie #steddie au #steddie fic #steddie fluff #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve x eddie #steve harrington needs a hug #eddie munson is alive

[starguardianniom]

Lila and her priorities

I noticed a pattern bit with Lila in each episode we see her.

She can and will switch her priorities when it suits her or when it's in her best interest.

I think it does say something about her. She can aknowledge when she's in a good or a bad position, and tread carefully from there.

For example, after Volpina, when we see her in Heroes Day, she makes sure that the lies she tells can't be as easily found, as Marinette couldn't say she was lying because Lila was more careful and planned ahead, while Prince Ali was in another country, he could still have invited her to her palace without him being there, as his parents could host her.

In Chameleon, she has no idea at first why Marinette is on her back, and when Marinette tells her off about her lies, she drops her act and quickly threatens her, but also tries to have her on her side by giving her a deadline to be with her or against her, saying that Marinette seemed less dumb than the others so she was interesting in having her around since she seemed a cut above the other guillible students, and when Marinette doesn't sumbit she promises her that she will make sure Marinette ends up alone once she's done with her.

Next in Oni-Chan, when facing the villain, Lila is willing to give up on Adrien if it means Ladybug is gone for good, despite her affection for Adrien, she is willing to let go of him if it means her enemy will go down, showing her priorities. And she's completely honest about it too, which impress both Oni-Chan and Hawk Moth. Her hatred runs deeper than her feelings for Adrien. But it shows that she is willing to give up on stuff if it means that she's getting rid of a thorn on her side. She is willing to compromise and give the other party something they want in exchange for something of equal mesure that she would want, and they can trust her on that. She adjust her priorities and can change them.

Best first example of this would be in Ladybug, after succeeding in expulsing Marinette from school, Adrien makes a bargain with her, she tells whatever lie it takes to bring back Marinette to school and he stays her friend, and with Gabriel's approval, she accepts. She brings back Marinette, even though she wanted her gone. She could have also just laugh in Adrien's face and tell him no, he has no proof, it will be his word against her, and well, he wasn't around to witness anything, other than her lie about Ladybug back in Volpina, he knows next to nothing. Again, priorities. She brought back an enemy to appease someone else. It says something, as if she didn't care, Marinette wouldn't have come back to school. Keep in mind that she also almost won there by making several people upset over the expulsion of Marinette that Hawk Moth could become Scarlet Moth again and bring back his Scarlet Army, and she pratically had pulled it off without an inch, freaking Ladybug was just about to give her earrings to Hawk Moth and become Princess Justice, only Nathalie's health declining at that exact moment prevented them from winning right there and there. Sheer, dumb luck. Nothing else. None of that on Lila's fault there, she did her job correctly, it's just Nathalie's health due to the Peacock being broken that they dropped the plan.

Later on in Penalteam she starts to form an alliance of sorts with Chloe over their shared hatred of Marinette, both girls knows Marinette has a crush on Adrien and neither want them to be together, so it's easy for Lila to have Chloe shove Marinette away anytime the girl tries to confess in Risk. She saves face and Chloe gets to shove Marinette around and both prevent her from confessing to Adrien, works for both of them and win for them both.

In season 5, Lila befriends Kagami and tries to make her stop being friends with Marinette, being able to get her akumatized. Kagami calls her out but Lila manages to stay friends with her. Her goal hasn't changed, but she also keeps her priorities in mind, she can't ruin Marinette's friendships if she can't keep her friendships with her friends, so she plays "nice" with Kagami.

But it's in Revelation that we see her priorities change. Gabriel stopped using her as a model for the Agreste brand and replaced her for Kagami. She's beyond enraged at this. She will make him pay, as she swore in the previous episode, Emotion. She shifts her priorities entirely there, usually she's going after Ladybug or Marinette, not this time. Marinette is just an excuse. Her hatred of her is genuine and she uses it to make Monarch come to her so she can be akumatized. She'll pretend to want to destroy Marinette, which will distract Monach enough that he won't notice her going behind his back to get all his secrets and getting away with it. Even better, it works like a charm. And nobody suspect a thing. She fooled everyone. By adjusting her priorities.

Gabriel made the same mistake that Ladybug did back in Volpina, he publicly humiliated Lila and then thought nothing more of her, not thinking her of a threat anymore. He didn't learn a thing from that time it seems. And he was aware of her emotions and how she rejected Ladybug's apology over the whole thing, even sensed her anger for months over her, effortlessly manipulated one of his villain to do what she wanted and he still thinks she's just a liar. But he doesn't know her that well, apart from hating Ladybug and being good at lying, to him she is just useful as a source of information and getting rid of Adrien's friends who aren't good enough for Adrien in Gabriel's eyes. Big mistake of him.

Lila changed her priorities so that her enemies would jump to conclusions and go in her trap so she could get everything in one fell swoop. Usually, she wants Marinette and Ladybug dead. Not this time. She's going after freaking Monarch, she knows who he is, and she doesn't care, he's going down, and she'll take his miraculous from him too in the process. After she learned everything there is to know from him.

Lila doesn't do things halfways. If she faces a loss, she'll make sure to be better prepared next time so she won't be so easily defeated. She learns from her loss and adapt. And she's also willing to make her act more believable by learning skills so that nobody would doubt her, as seen with how she communicates easily with her deaf mother in sign language in Revelation. She has dedication. And is very determined. And is willing to change identities entirely to try again under another name if she fails the first time around.

She will also switch her target when it comes to it. Marinette and Ladybug are her greatest enemies, so much that she ignored taking Chat Noir's miraculous to go after Ladybug back in Chameleon. But she learned from that time since then. As seen in Revelation, her beef was at first with Gabriel/Monarch, who wasn't going to give her powers when she hated his guts, she only got his attention when he thought he was no longer the target of her hatred. She's really good like that. Her plan seemed to be on 2 parts in Revelation, learn Gabriel's secrets and redirect his attention on Marinette. While she's talking to Marinette as Hoaxer, she discreetly brainwashed Nathalie to give her all the information about Monarch, and when she listens to Marinette's speech, she gives up her powers to make herself look good and win the class election, while also making Gabriel think that Marinette was responsible for his loss, and given he already didn't like that she couldn't break Marinette and Adrien together as he wants Adrien to date Kagami instead, Lila redirects Gabriel's anger toward Marinette at the same time, hoping he might try to destroy her for her. She wouldn't have to do a thing. She has known for a while that Gabriel wants Marinette gone from Adrien's circle, and now she gives him another good excuse to be pissed at Marinette more than at herself. Meanwhile she'll go and read all his secrets to prepare to go steal his miraculous when the right time will come. If Gabriel doesn't get rid of Marinette and Ladybug by then, then it's fine, she'll get his miraculous, and do it herself.

But you see how she change her priorities for her plans. When it suits her. She will do anything and everything, if it means putting on standby 2 of her biggest enemies in the hopes of getting something more out of it that would give her even more satisfaction in the long run and would make her even more able to get rid of her enemies herself in the future, then yes, she is willing to change her priorities.

She will already change identities and looks for season 6, and she'll have Nooroo now.

I wonder what she'll do in season 6 when back to school, like I said in a previous post before, maybe she'll try to befriend Marinette and Adrien without all the big lying around her "amazing life". Maybe she'll keep a lower profile, given her look as "Iris Verdi", she will most likely appear normal so to not arouse suspicion. Maybe she'll try what she tried when she was akumatized all the way back the first time as Volpina, a false friend to the main duo who won't see anything coming until it's too late.

She's sadistic enough to pull it off I would say, and she would take great pleasure in it. She could be like a fifth wheel to the Marinette, Adrien, Alya and Nino group of friends, while secretly plotting their demise maybe.

If she got all Gabriel's info on the miraculouses, I must wonder if she'll also get the information about the miraculous holders that he had, like the identities of Rena Rouge, Carapace, Pegasus, Viperion, Ryuko and King Monkey. Knowing they are all close friends of Marinette and Adrien, maybe she would connect the dots and thinks that they are Ladybug and Chat Noir, and then everything would be perfect for her. Marinette and Ladybug being only 1 person would make it so much easier for her to plot her destruction. As for Adrien being Chat Noir, well, given he knows how she really is, and given her actions back in Oni-Chan, she would be probably also be willing to destroy him/give him up for the change to get Marinette/Ladybug. And then with their miraculouses, well, who knows what she might wish for. Probably to be the Goddess of the Universe who is worshipped by everyone, or just make sure to erase the memory of Marinette Dupain-Cheng from history, or just being able to bend reality to her lies. Who knows.

But we'll see if any of this happen next season, and how she will adjust her priorities then.

#ml bible spoilers #ml season 5 spoilers #ml bible leak #lila rossi #ml analysis #ml s5 leaks #ml s5 spoilers #ml season 5 leaks #marinette dupain cheng #gabriel agreste

[moxley]

(leans into the room) hey so i'm going to... games criticism... "discourse" if you will ... but luckily this post got far too long so nobody's going to read it <3

playersexual as a games criticism concept doesn't mean those characters aren't also bisexual or pansexual. playersexuality is just when all characters are romanceable regardless of your character's gender, appearance, etc. it's "just" a functional way of describing a game mechanic, which can land badly or well depending on the game in question. a better name for it might be gender neutral romances, but i guess it's not really as snappy.

the reason it has such a bad reputation is because it's usually connected with games that do it badly. bad playersexual games can make the player feel devalued, as if the core traits of their character don't matter. implemented poorly and unevenly, it can make the romanceable characters appear as though they haven't been written with a lot of depth, and can even be biphobic in itself.

it's important to talk about what games do playersexuality well, and what games do playersexuality badly, without the assumption that people are being biphobic when they talk about it. an example of a game that does it badly at times is dragon age 2, and i'll just pick on one thread: you cannot learn that anders is bisexual if you romance him as f!hawke. he simply won't tell you about his history with karl.

in-world, you can justify this, but criticism isn't about the logic we can headcanon. it might make sense that anders won't tell a woman because he's concerned she won't take it well or it's not relevant, or it might make sense that anders only tells a man in order to feel out if he's receptive. but neither of those are explicit textual events, so it ends up feeling to the end players that anders is schrödinger's bisexual - that he feels straight or gay depending on the player's gender. that feels extremely bad to play, especially if you're a queer player going for a queer hawke. it's really poor representation of a bisexual person, too. our bisexuality isn't conditional like that.

baldur's gate 3 also has playersexual romances. don't hit me!! that's the mechanism that's going on in the game: the characters do not care about the gender or appearance of the character, and will romance you regardless. the key and crucial thing is that baldur's gate 3 makes sure that each character is at the least a fully-rounded person and well-developed queer character in their own right.

that doesn't mean the game isn't using a playersexual system, but it does mean the game is fully developed, polished, and cares about the writing, the characters and the players enough to do it the right way. i think that baldur's gate 3 does playersexuality the only correct way that you can do it. baldur's gate 3 knows that you can't divorce a romance's sexuality from their character and call it day. baldur's gate 3 knows that you can't implement a different response depending on the gender of the player character.

does it mean it's perfect and nobody should be critical of the game? no, i think it's amazing but i'm sure someone has some in-depth thoughts i haven't even considered. i know that a significant criticsm of playersexual romance systems is that having different characters with different identities is a good thing, but personally i like not having to pick my video game gender based on who i want to romance.

does it mean nobody who talks about playersexuality isn't being biphobic? also no, some people are freaks who think playersexuality is bad solely because it means they're in proximity to queer people in a video game, and those people should be avoided.

tl;dr it is important to approach criticism of this stuff in good faith if you can! but it is also important to know your dogwhistles when people are being assholes. nuance in everything i guess

(honestly, my biggest criticism about bg3's approach to this is that it does some hilarious shit like astarion being outright bigoted about gnomes when you're romancing him ... as a gnome. like. dude!)

#tal.png #im not tagging this but its ok to rb or reply or whatever #i am now logging off to finish the work i need for my magazine that im supposed to publish in 3 days ✌️

[silent-stories]

𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐑 - 𝟔

Pairing: Eddie x F!Reader

Summary: Eddie is avoiding you and you intend to find out why.

Part 5

That day, you caught a glimpse of Eddie outside of school, but you didn't have time to go to him because Robin dragged you into class with her before you could say anything.

You couldn't deny that after the third period, when he didn't show up for history class, you felt quite disappointed and wondered why he wasn't there without finding an answer.

Eddie didn't skip that class once since you two had become friends.

Without him the lesson was incredibly boring and you immediately felt more alone when you saw the empty seat next to you.

Having no one to chat with trying not to get caught by the teacher, and to glance at trying not to get caught by him, made the time go by much more slowly.

The classroom felt almost empty without him.

In art class, the last one of the day, you had taken a seat as far away from Aaron as possible, you saw him follow your movements with his eyes as you settled next to a girl at the back of the class but he didn't say a word.

Sometimes you wondered how you could even have been slightly friends with him. At the party he hadn't done anything when Eddie arrived but he also hadn't stopped Jason when he made his usual comments.

When class was over and you went out, Eddie wasn't there waiting for you.

It was weird because usually after art he always waited for you and walked you home, so when you didn't see him leaning against the wall in front of your classroom door you felt disappointed for the second time that day.

Eddie had become a regular part of your day without you almost noticing it and now that you didn't talk to him for just a day, it felt like something was missing.

Maybe it was the way you slipped your hand into his whenever someone glared at you when they saw you talking outside school or in the hallway or maybe it was the way his silly jokes always make us laugh and that when you laugh, he was always laughing too.

You went home still asking yourself what the hell was going on.

Eddie was avoiding you and he was so sorry about that but he couldn't help it at that moment.

He had decided he wanted to clear his head, think if really all that was between you was just because you wanted to buy from him.

He felt like two voices were fighting inside him: one told him that it wasn't like that, that you weren't like that, you were really his friend and that you cared about him. The other told him he must have been really stupid to think that a girl like you could approach the Freak of Hawkings without a specific purpose, without wanting to achieve something specific.

Outside of school he'd watched you chatting with Robin from afar and felt like nothing had changed since months ago, when he'd just admire you without daring to speak to you, afraid of what you'd think or say.

Eddie wondered if you would give a damn if he just cut himself off from your life, no longer waiting for you outside school in the morning, outside art class when classes were done, and by your locker whenever he found an excuse during the day to talk with you.

He had a campaign after school, that evening and he couldn't even concentrate as hard as he used to.

He didn't know if the others had noticed, if they had they hadn't said anything. Throughout the game he kept thinking about you: how you held his hand making him feel important, making him feel good and about what Aaron had said.

It was obvious that he said those things to drive a wedge between you, Eddie wasn't stupid despite what the whole school thought, but what if he really was right?

What if you really told Aaron that you only became friends with Eddie because you wanted to buy drugs and you didn't give a shit about him, and then Aaron took advantage of it reffering that to him?

The campaign ended later than expected, also probably due to Eddie's distraction.

When he got into his van, after making sure that the kids didn't need a ride, he was still thinking about you.

You knocked on Eddie's trailer door.

You knew it was stupid, that you hadn't seen him in just a day, but you'd come to the conclusion that he'd been avoiding you on purpose and if he was mad at you for some reason, at least you wanted to know what you'd done wrong.

The one who opened the door for you after a few moments wasn't Eddie, but a man in his sixties with white hair, wearing a red and blue plaid.

"Hi Mr.Munson." You smiled at the sight of the man.

"Hey, kid, I've told ya hundreds of times you can call me Wayne. What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to talk to Eddie, if you don't mind." You wrapped yourself up in your leather jacket, it was just a bit after seven pm but it was already starting to get slightly colder than during the day.

"Eddie isn't back yet." Wayne explained. "He had a campaign of that game of his, you know? I think he'll soon be back though. Come on in."

"Oh, never mind, I can talk to him tomorrow, he-"

"C'mon, kid." The man interrupted you, insisting.

Finally, you stepped into the trailer as Wayne closed the door behind you, like the last time you'd been there, you found it comfortable and weirdly full of mugs and hats.

You sat down on the couch across from Wayne.

"So... what did he do this time?" Asked the man.

"I'm sorry?"

"You came here to talk to Eddie, what did he do?" He spoke in a tone of voice very similar to the one a father would use to scold his child.

"Oh no." You shook your head. "He didn't do anything, I actually think I'm the one who did something."

Wayne furrowed his eyebrows.

"Let's just say Eddie has been ignoring me. All day. And I wanted to ask him what I'd done."

Because it wasn't like him, it wasn't like the guy who had been at your house until four in the morning cleaning up the mess that others had made.

Wayne thought for a moment in silence.

"Weird."

"Maybe he's mad at me."

"Mad at you?" He laughed. "He wouldn't get mad at you even if you asked him, believe me."

"What do you mean?" You frowned.

"He always talks about you." He started explaining. "Even when it has nothing to do with what we're talking about. Y/N said that, Y/N did that, Y/N is so nice and funny… He must really care about you, he doesn't talk so much about someone since... well, he has never talked so much about someone before."

You giggled. "I'm sorry you have to hear so much about me."

"You're sorry?" He asked with disbelief in his voice. "Don't be! I'm so glad that Eddie has finally found someone that he's so happy to spend his time with. You know how kids are right? They're mean, they say stuff."

"Yeah, I know. People suck sometimes."

"But not you."

You burst out laughing. "Thank you?"

"I mean" He shook his head, trying to explain what he meant ,"I'm glad you and Eddie are- good friends. He's much calmer and happier since he's met you. I'm glad my boy has you in his life."

You tried to hide the smile that was born on your lips. "I'm glad to have him too."

Wayne nodded, a little smirk was on his lips as he glanced at the clock on the wall.

"Tell me, kid, have ya had dinner yet?"

"Well...no. Not really." You admitted, you had hoped Eddie was home when you got there but time went by and he still hadn't arrived. You hoped you weren't being annoying to his uncle. "But I'm not hungry, I'll wait for Eddie to arrive, talk a second and I'll leave immediately. Or if you want have dinner I can leave now and-"

"Kid" the man interrupted you with a low chuckle "you can stay and have dinner with us, if you want. We can actually eat without waiting for Eddie, so he'll learn his lesson." He added the last part with a smirk even though you knew he'd never leave his nephew without food.

Eddie had told you about all of his uncle's sacrifices and everything he'd done for him.

"I don't want to bother anyone, really."

"You don't. C'mon, keep this old man some company and have dinner with me."

You laughed. "You're not old, Wayne!" You realized it was the first time you didn't call him Mr.Munson. It sounded good, like you were talking to a member of your family.

"So, are you staying? We don't really have much to eat but we'll find something."

You thought a moment longer, then you smiled. "Only if you let me cook."

When Eddie entered the trailer, his mind was still somrwhere else but an unusual smell brought him back to reality as he opened the door.

"Hey, what-" Eddie froze before he could ask the question.

You were there, in front of the stove placing a frying pan on it while laughing at something his uncle had just said, sitting in a chair at the table not far from you.

Probably none of you had noticed that he had entered the house.

"I swear, he had a wooden sword and he was always running all over the house screaming like crazy, jumping over the tables." Wayne said.

Eddie wondered what you were doing there, why you were cooking and why his uncle was telling things he wished you never knew.

Your laughter filled the room and god, he missed it even though it had only been a day since he heard it.

"Trust me, he still does that. Well, without a sword but he still jumps over cafeteria tables screaming like crazy."

Eddie put his backpack on the floor and closed the door silently, then continued to enjoy the scene.

Moments like this, where he saw the people he loved most laughing and getting along, was when he felt most at home and almost forgot why he's been avoiding you all day.

You were there, at his house, with his uncle, for some strange reason cooking and then taking care of them and that was the only thing he could think about at that moment.

He loved you.

He had to fight back the sudden urge to walk towards you and hold you tightly in his arms.

When you turned away, your mouth slightly open at something you were about to say to his uncle, your gaze met Eddie's.

"Hey." Hey smiled. He couldn't help it.

"Hi." Your expression was slightly surprised. "I didn't hear you come in. I…I came to talk to you."

"But you're cooking." Eddie pointed out.

"Because she is kind." Wayne butted in and Eddie rolled his eyes at the fact that his uncle always complained when he didn't help him cook.

"It was getting late and Wayne asked me to stay and I thought cooking was the minimum." You answered while wiping your hands with an old rag.

"So you cooked... for us?" Eddie was still a little incredulous.

"No, just for me." You joked. "Of course I cooked for you!"

Eddie felt a warm sensation inside his chest.

His mom was the one who cooked when he was little, everything she prepared was always done with love and it was all delicious.

When she died, his father was never home (and maybe that was a good thing) and Eddie got by as best he could, with snacks, junk food and ordering pizzas.

Since his father got arrested and Eddie moved in with his uncle, he hadn't eaten many home-cooked meals. He knew Wayne tried his hardest but cooking wasn't his best thing and many times he was at work during mealtimes.

Perhaps you had done it without thinking about it, without giving too much importance to that gesture: it was dinner time and therefore you were cooking but Eddie could never have put into words what that meant to him.

"What... what did you want to talk about?" he asked instead.

"You've been kind of avoiding me all day. I just wanted to ask what's going on."

Eddie was pleasantly surprised, he thought you didn't even notice he did it, then he nodded down the hallway that led to his room.

"Come with me."

He owed you an explanation and you did too.

Part 7

I think the total parts of this will be around 9 but it's possible that I'll write other short one shots that are part of this universe. I just love them too much now.

50 is the maximum number of people I can tag in a post, the rest are in the comments <3

Tags: @jacklesdeanvessel @morning-sky7 @pipsqueakkitten @navs-bhat

Love you from afar tags: @capitanostella @enam3l @saramelaniemoon @ang3lb44by @einkitty @themorriganisamonster @esme-viridian @daisyridleyyyy @whenshelanded @eggo-segual @comfortcharactercraze @callmeyn @expiredcum21 @unholyyylita @squidscottjeans @twilight-love-nochu-main @idkatee @bakugouswh0r3 @amira0303 @greatpizzascissorstaco @ebonybloom @emxxblog @lunaryasha @cherryobx @jasminelafleur @magicalchocolatecheesecake @tracymbcm @harrypotter-imaginees @eli-flower @mrsjellymunson @tttttttttttts-things @miabiar @wayfaring----stranger @princess-eddie @omgshesinsane @littlestarfighter03 @zoeymunson @tanyaherondale @bl4ckt00thgr1n @thebook-hobbit @eris-rose-86 @ly17 @jenuhlyn @ximi1315 @avocadotoastwithegg @lomljigg @1paire2vans @praline357

#eddie x reader #eddie x y/n #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fanfic #eddie fanfiction #eddie fanfic #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fanfiction

[movedto-bunny-lovers]

Any unanswered asks for mirko!

-selfshippery

Hope you & your f/os have a wonderful weekend & thank you for the ask! 😊💛

Mirko

Puppy Princess (Hot Freaks)- what’s you and your f/o’s ship (or friendship) dynamic?

Mirko is the smart one while I'm the clueless one. Love at first sight!

30/90 (Andrew Garfield)- When are you and your f/o’s birthdays? How do you celebrate?

My birthday is May 14 & Mirko's birthday is on March 1st. We like to go to the mall for one of our birthday. Then we eat lunch at a restaurant. Once we get done doing those, we head home & have cake at home.

The Bidding (Tally Hall)- how did you and your f/o meet?

Mirko and I met when Mirko saved me from the villain. After she beat the villain, she went up to me, asking me if I was okay. I almost couldn’t speak ‘cause of how strong & badass she is. I love her muscular arms, it’s so attractive to me. When she flex her arms, I find it so hot. Ever since she saved me from the villain, I started to have a huge crush on her. When I got home, I lay on my bed, looking at the ceiling & thinking about her nonstop. I was so attracted to her! About a week after she saved me, I saw her again walking in the street. I walked up to her & thank her for saving me. Mirko said it’s no problem, I’m just hopping around & kicking the bad guys’ butts! I smiled at her, admiring her of how strong she is. I blushed when she said that. Mirko noticed I was blushing and asked me what I was blushing about. I told her ever since she saved me, I started to have feelings for her. It caught her off guard when I said that, Mirko said in a calm voice saying how very sweet of me, she called me little bunny and said I was cute when my face is red. I asked her if she want to have a coffee date with me and she said yes. After asking her out, she & I gave each other our phone numbers and started to call & text each other. Mirko & I had meet at a coffee café in person. We were talking, just to get to know each other. We spend about an hour there. After the coffee date, she and I walked somewhere private, it’s just me & her. I confessed to her first since I really had feelings for her & Mirko confessed to me back. After we confessed to each other, Mirko and I looked into each others’ eyes, having arms around each other, we both lean in and had our first kissed. The kissed was sweet & soft!

Could Have Been Me (Halsey)- Is your f/o energetic? What about your s/i?

Oh yeah, Mirko is definitely energetic since she's a rabbit. For me, I can be energetic but not as much as Mirko

Meow (Ivusm)-Do you and your f/o have kids and/or pets? If you do, feel free to infodump about them!

No, Mirko & I don't have kids nor pets

Hawks

Puppy Princess (Hot Freaks)- what’s you and your f/o’s ship (or friendship) dynamic?

Hawks is the smart one while I'm the clueless one. Friends to lovers!

30/90 (Andrew Garfield)- When are you and your f/o’s birthdays? How do you celebrate?

My birthday is May 14 & Hawks' birthday is December 28. For my birthday, we go to the mall & eat at a restaurant for lunch. Once we get done doing them, we head home to relax & have some cake. For Hawks' birthday, it depends on the weather. If it isn't bad out, we go out & eat at a restaurant for dinner. If it's bad out, we just stay indoors & celebrate his birthday at home

Meow (Ivusm)-Do you and your f/o have kids and/or pets? If you do, feel free to infodump about them!

Hawks & I have a cat together! She's basically like my cat in real life. She loves to curl up in Hawks' lap. Hawks likes to take his feather & have the cat play with his feather. When I get home from work, she greets me at the door while meowing. She loves to lay in the sun in the curtains. Sometimes she likes to sleep underneath our bed sheets when Hawks & I are away for the day.

#otp: rabbit hero and her bunny #otp: wing hero and his dove #selfshippery #self shipping #selfshipping #selfshipping community #selfship community #self shipping community #self ship community #self shipper #selfshipper #romantic f/os #ask #long post #long post cw

[autumn-foxfire]

Dabi's incredible constant snark and apathy to contrast the League's more action oriented personalities Vs Hawks' incredible ability to piss off anyone he meets in 2 seconds, from AFO to Endeavor + Dabi's fierce tenacity to survive 8 years past his one month left to live, a strong heart, Vs Hawks' lucky natural birth and resilience to survive all the shit up to now, a strong mind. Their constant cat-and-mouse game and hiding their true selves, both geniuses in their own right. DabiHawks is too powerful a relationship. We still don't know whose going to get the last laugh in their Divorce Arc Part 2: or is it part 3? It was an actual line by Dabi too, I sure hope they get Toga and the Twice clones on their side, best middle finger to Dabi ever. Also Dabi's photographic memory to memorize every move he sees on sight and copy it to perfection Vs Hawks' yeah I'm not listing every freaking thing he memorized about PLF in a month, too fucking many- Touya's dying optimism Vs...Keigo, who gained it. The tension of Hawks holding a blade to Dabi's throat and Dabi casually throwing an arm around his shoulder and them always smiling and acting jolly with each other when inside they're probably thinking "ugh I really hate this guy" but just keep smiling :) :) :) Pls, I love them. There's an endless list of parallels to find in them and even similar energy. I keep going back to the basic ones but that's because it's too much effort to dig through the manga to verify things. And about that! We really wrote Hawks always snuggling up to Dabi who was annoyed by his advances, but it's the other way around (like it always is, we're always switching them up) because Ultra Impact recently got a DabiHawks event and there is SO MUCH there I haven't caught up on yet, but at one point Hawks is injured from a fight and Dabi is a naughty cat choosing this time to cozy up to him, "No fatalities, good work Hawks. The No.2 hero really is different from all the others" and Hawks is all "ow...I'm hurt, don't pat me like that" 😒 ("Come on, this is just my way of sayin' good work, you definitely earned some trust this way.") LMAO DABI ARE YOU SURE?! Can't win with this man. It's what he wasn't impressed by during High-End, but if Hawks let them die he'd just put it in his expose video. Hawks is all "well then it was all worth the effort" the effort being that this pigeon used his body to deflect bombs and everyone at PLF is worried about him while Dabi is just 😏 Really reading like a League Found Family + Hawks fic. And there's this one scene where Dabi wants to ditch a PLF meeting because Geten keeps nagging him about skipping them in the first place so he's all "Tch...Ah, Twice. Can you make a clone for me? Then I can skip it." So then Dabi clone is all, "Fine. Sure thing...did you really think I would say that?" Because who can tick off Dabi other than another Dabi? Get teased back you loser. So now original Dabi is instantly triggered because he can dish out sass but can't take it, especially not from himself, he WILL fist-fight himself in a Denny's parking lot if he has to. "Huh? Fine, then I'll make you go. Ice guy, No.2 lend me a hand." Lmaoooo why are you recruiting help? You can handle a single clone, man. Another scene: Geten: I'm not waiting. You shouldn't need a replacement in the first place. Hawks: Haha...sorry to say, but I agree with him there. Dabi: Like I said? You did it this time, Hawks. Hawks: Now now, you can't expect your subordinates to follow your commands if you act out in front of them, commander. Dabi: Tch...I'll remember this, hero. Hawks: Haha. It is my job to maintain public safety. Oh, Hawks. You don't realize the kind of grudges Touya can hold 😔

Also...Hawks insincerely-sincerely calling Dabi "commander" and Dabi nonchalantly calling Shigaraki "boss" hmmm what is the reason. I think the one mystery I can't solve is how Touya's personality turned into Dabi. No matter how much I look, nothing about Dabi matches Touya except for when he's being manic, which they got rid of in the episode! Instead he's walking all calmly down the stairs, while in Hori's sketch he was a hyperactive cat running and leaping "Shigaraki must've woken up!" >:D literally looking like he got the zoomies at 4am, a caption saying "Dabi running down the stairs" easier than running up for you, eh? *leaps over with one hand over the railing* "Just a sec, Machia." *eerily looms over Skeptic and grips him like a ragdoll, like those cursed emoji memes that try to grab you but more forceful and dynamic* "From the day we met, I knew you'd be perfect for this." How long exactly, was Dabi planning this, what was the image of his reveal in mind that made him go, "you're perfect for me!" when he joined the League, what could they offer him? Is that why he was so apathetic, but suddenly when the League gained power and new allies, he's suddenly interested? In October, right after Kamino + Overhaul that he was absent for except revenge arc because he can't resist a good revenge and murder opportunity to spread his name. (It did, Snatch. Confirmed it for him too that he was making the news.) right so October, that was the only time he was mildly interested...in still his own agenda, because he was recruiting Hawks atm and told Shigaraki that he only looks out for himself and has no interest in going out in a blaze of glory alongside him. Dabi, hey Dabi, WHAT CHANGED?!?!?!

Yum, Dabihawks parallels. Gotta love them and how many of them there are XD

LMAO, I didn't notice that we also switch the flirty behaviour in fanon but you're goddamn right. Hawks is the pissed off cat sassing back while Dabi is the flirty/flighty cat having fun messing with this new stray to wander into his domain. It's probably why I find fics to be a bit disappointing because I miss this behaviour in Dabi.

I am disappointed with the changes the anime made with Dabi in the latest season too. Describing Dabi as a cat with zoomies is accurate and it's a shame they cut that T-T I think they lessened on his manic behaviour to make him come across more "cool" and "suave" but it also takes away from Dabi...

#bnha #bnha dabi #dabi #bnha hawks #hawks #thanks for the ask!!

[amarmeme]

I joined the Templartations Exchange this year and was honored with four incredible gifts. I encourage you to check out the exchange as a whole if you enjoy Dragon Age's resident templars, including Cullen, Alistair, Rylen, and even some smexy Samson. :) Dinner and a Show by @replicatortrash Bethany Hawke/Alistair Theirin, Rated E, 5,400 words MMMMMM this was so delightful. Everything you want in this ship -- two wardens stumbling through feelings and f*cking. A true GEM and exactly what I was hoping for with these idiots.

Your move, Commander by Toshi_Nama Cullen Rutherford/Original Female Character, Rated E, 5,000 words What a freaking sumptuous story — Cullen gets hounded at the Winter Palace and OC cuts him a deal that protects both of them. The OC is an Orlesian noble and I will not spoil it ...

The Whole World by @knuttydraws Cullen Rutherford/Lotte Trevelyan, ART! This gorgeous art by Knutty made my heart melt. The warmth, the colors, the satisfied looks and wholesome touches. Go feast your eyes on Knutty's lovely art style. It is so good.

Save Tonight by @charmcity-jess Cullen Rutherford/Female Trevelyan, Rated M, 2,500 words So sorry Cullen, we love to torture you with a bad time. But, it all makes good in the end with another lady saving you from the Orlesians — a non-Inquisitor Trevelyan. I was head over heels for this one. Go readdddd.

This was such a delightful exchange with a delightful group of writers and artists. I'll share my contributions separately, as this is already a longer post, but THANK YOU to @knuttydraws for hosting and for everyone else listed above. You are all lovely, talented people.

#dragon age #templartations exchange #fanfiction #dragon age fanfiction #cullen rutherford #cullen rutherford x female trevelyan #cullen rutherford fanfiction #SPOILED ME #alistair x bethany #bethany hawke #alistair theirin #this exchange was the epitome of chill and supportive #what I love to see!

[thesilverlady]

My thoughts on daemyra in this episode as part 2 of my mini rant.

disclaimer: I adore daemyra. Me being salty over this episode has nothing to do with the actors or the ship itself. My main issue is the writing of the show.

I've seen many people loving this episode and I'm genuinely happy for them. But since I didn't I need to vent and get it out of my chest.

So please do not read this if you don't want me to ruin your fun and enjoyment.

.

.

.

Let's start with the amount of times Daemon and Rhaenyra have interacted; their first scene is in ep1 when Rhaenyra meeting Daemon in secret in the throne room.

Immediately we see there's a playful banter between the two even, and it's the first time we see Daemon gifting her something.

They see each other again in the tournament but they spoke two words so I'm not counting (they still have the playfulness from before though)

The second actual interaction is when Daemon steals the dragon egg and Rhaenyra goes to dragon stone in ep2. She's able to talk sense to him and avoid the bloodshed he and Otto were going to have.

In that scene Rhaenyra challenges him to kill her since she's the one who stands on his way to the throne and his response was giving her the egg. It's very clear that Daemon doesn't want to harm her and she's not the actual reason for his anger.

In episode 3 there are no interactions nor mentions since Daemon is fighting in the Stepstones.

And finally, we come in episode 4. They talk again for the first time after years when they're away from the king and everyone else

Rhaenyra questions his return and notices his change and he her maturity. They speak about the concept of marriage and Rhaenyras' feelings over it.

They once more have the teasing energy they already had in ep1 and Daemon constantly looks at her very fondly.

He later offers her a night of freedom and adventure and we all know how that goes. So why am I salty? First of all, there's no leading up to them being physical and actually expressing their attraction to one another.

Where is the courtship? the seduction? them falling in love?

Yes, they're obviously attractive to each other but they barely spent any time together. The moments I mentioned above were merely minutes, we don't see them spending time, doing activities together etc

(The reason I'm not counting their night out is because that night was supposed to be their peak.)

In the book Daemon comes back to her with gifts, he reads to her, eats with her, makes her laugh, they go flying together.

THEY. SPEND. TIME. TOGETHER

"Princess Rhaenyra was a different matter. Daemon spent long hours in her company, enthralling her with tales of his journeys and battles. He gave her pearls and silks and books and a jade tiara said once to have belonged to the Empress of Leng, read poems to her, dined with her, hawked with her, sailed with her, entertained her by making mock of the greens at court, the “lickspittles” fawning over Queen Alicent and her children. He praised her beauty, declaring her to be the fairest maid in all the Seven Kingdoms. Uncle and niece began to fly together almost daily, racing Syrax against Caraxes to Dragonstone and back. "

For the life of me I cannot understand how everybody is eating it up, because even without the book context it's very clear they rushed them to move things forward - which leads us to the next conclusion: the writing is annoyingly rushed.

Do y'all realize that Daemon hasn't been able to stay in King's landing for 1 freaking day without getting kicked out? 😭

I was always sus with the number 10 episodes the show was meant to have and while I understand the need for timeskip in every ep, the reason why the dance of dragon was such a mess was due to the relationship /dynamic the characters had before it.

We don't see these relationship being freshed out and developed because the writers try to move the story increasingly fast and it bothers the hell out of me.

This is something that every character suffers from in the show btw, not just daemyra. But Daemon and Rhaenyra are my favorites and I really wanted their story to be shown without jumping them over.

I won't even talk about the characters individually because the way they butcher them and water them down actually hurts.

And to save you from asking "Then why are you watching?" Because I adore Fire & Blood and all the characters were legit very interesting.

I was hoping to have a good adaptation but my hopes are dying down. I'm trying very hard to separate the show canon entirely to make it easier but yeah, that episode pissed me off to no end.

#hotd meta #hotd #daemyra #hotd spoilers #daemon targaryen #rhaenyra targaryen #I love them. the actors are good. but the writers are god awful Even the dialogue is suffering #now that I got it off my chest I will only hope for the next episode to pick up the whole mess #don't be a jerk I'm just venting ✌️

[earnmysong]

P F & T for the fic meme!

thanks so much for asking, lovely!

P: ARCHITECT - story built and planned out or GARDENER - story unfolds as you, and it, progress

i'm such a freaking gardener, MY GOD! there's never any planning ahead. i usually literally say to myself 'well, shit, [exhibits a-z] gave me feelings. what would it look like if...' then, i type a bunch of emotions into a doc and make my chaos mildly more coherent. you've saved my ass from myself a time two as well, for which i'm eternally grateful!

F: one of my favorite dialogue exchanges in my repertoire, with explanation

this rather lengthy snippet of 'experience has made me rich' holds a high spot in the rankings:

“Good God, Alexis! Were you mugged?” David’s concern manifests rather forcefully and in an extremely high octave. She startles, scrunching away from the noise and blocking her ear with an arm. The closest arm, sure, but definitely the wrong choice.

“Ouch, fuck!” she hisses, cradling her ice-chilled {also bandage-wrapped and currently about five times its regular size} wrist. Silver lining? She can finally feel her pulse! Except, it’s kind of, like, not where it should be, and it seems really angry and basically shocks her whenever she moves. She must not be exactly at her quietest, either, because Ted glances over, every feature of his face asking if she’s okay. She smiles, shoos him back to steadying their daughter on that murderous contraption. “Hey, David? I, um, kind of broke myself?”

“Mhmmm, yes. I did notice that. Sort of difficult to miss the striking resemblance between you and Anna Paquin after her car crash in that movie you always lose your shit over? Where she’s Mother Goose? And how exactly have we achieved this ultimate form of flattery and maimed ourselves so spectacularly this fine spring evening?”

“Okay, first of all? Shut up, David. Fly Away Home is fantastic and you totally got misty when Len held you hostage and finally forced you to watch over Chrismukkah. Don’t bother denying. Lying is beneath us now. Also?” She fluffs her hair, bracing herself to recount her harrowing ordeal. “Len’s got a shiny new itch to be a tinier, much more adorable Tony Hawk? Because of the Vans.” She growls the brand at him; he peers down apologetically – he’s probably wearing the traitors as they speak – and scoots himself slightly farther back. “She assigned me the role of guru, and I said: What the hell? It’ll be like surfing. But on solid ground.”

“I don’t think –” David grimaces at her misguided logic, nods in understanding. “That hasn’t ended well for you?”

Alexis treats him to a slow, shaky pan of her battered physique in case he requires assistance to arrive at the correct answer. “Clearly not, David,” she huffs. 

“Yes, well. To render the sting of your obviously declining athletic aptitude less sharp, I’ve just shipped you the largest, most expensive bottle of peach schnapps that a five-minute search can yield.” She flips him off. “I also took the liberty of having ‘Get Well Soon’ engraved on an ice bucket, to both commemorate the occasion and be available in the event of future mishaps. Whether these will relate to beverages or body parts of course remains to be seen.” 

“So much love!” Sarcasm edges her cheer, but her grin is genuine; she boops his nose through the screen. 

Then: “Mommy, I can almost land an ollie!” Len announces proudly, clambering up to sit next to Alexis as Ted mouths She can stay upright. “Are you alive? That was so much blood! And, see? I told you I memorized Daddy’s numb – Oh! Hi, Uncle David! Did Mommy tell you she taught me to skateboard?” 

David snorts in a ridiculously impolite manner, choking down the rest of his chuckle. “You could say that. The marvelous Ms. Mullens she most definitely is not, however. Oooh, have we added to our wardrobe without consultation?” 

Alexis listens to Lennox and David chat while Ted examines her mangled wrist. “Um, babe? Are you sure this – ” he’s pushing gently on various spots “- is the safest bet? Like, knowing something’s broken when I pass out in the park?”

“I’m not just going out on a limb, Lex. I have had practice.” Ted laughs, pressing his lips softly to hers, trading an unnerving touch for one flooded with comfort and calm; okay, yes, he might be, like, an expert at taking care of everything he encounters. 

“No. No.” David’s insistent scold cuts into their impromptu make-out sesh far sooner than she appreciates. “None of that, please. Your child is present and that fact alone should deter you. Because I am well-acquainted with your habits, however, I must also submit this for your consideration - my sister has wreaked enough havoc upon herself in a single afternoon to, quite possibly, last a lifetime.  Do we really want to put her further at risk, given some of the fun in which you’ve engaged in the past?” 

okay, so! my affinity for, and admiration of, dan levy et al. and 'schitt's creek' as a whole is storied and unrepeatable. typically, i would be terrified to attempt to capture the essence of a universe i value that highly. because i love SC as much as i do, still, i also wanted to see how close i could get. i'd already written two installments of the saga before this, but they'd only featured alexis and ted. here, david enters and the established tiny human speaks. i ended up coming pretty close to the mark, if i do say so myself, a fact that makes me smile, even a few years removed.

T: fandom tropes i can't stand

i don't necessarily understand when protagonists are paired romantically with villains who showed no glimmer of redemption in canon [carol danvers/yon-rogg, jyn/krennic, etc]. also? i'm not one for when violence extends beyond the action/fight sequence realm.

#megalong #fic inquiries #writing #schitt's creek #fic series: let me hold your crown babe #david & alexis #alexis x ted #otp: sometimes a special little lock can come along #thoughts: i have them

[softkostyk]

More random thoughts™ about Call Down the Hawk now that I’ve finished it (so spoilers of course) :

— my poor bb Declan I love him so much why can’t he catch a freaking break

— I wanna wrap Matthew in a blanket and protect him from all evil always

— Ronan and Jordan being besties and holding hands and leaning on each other? we love to see it

— Ronan Lynch has a giant f*cking heart and everyone needs to know it!!!!!

— all of pynch’s interactions have been so soft what the heck I want what they have :((( but also I can feel the angst coming from a mile away and I’m not prepared

— speaking of which where TF is Adam by the end

— Liliana and Carmen? a thing? so true 😌 but also I’m not 100% sold on liliana’s deal/motives

— am I the only one that doesn’t trust Bryde? why is he helping them? what’s in it for him? Idk man

— is Adam gonna be jealous about him because I mean jealous!Adam is something I’d like to see since we’ve seen jealous!Ronan multiple times 👀 not that Ronan would ever in a million years fall for anybody else

— what the hell is the Lace where does it come from how did it even exist to begin with ahhhh

— Jordan and Declan really be having me in my feels they’re so CUTE 🥺 I just want them to be able to be together is that too much to ask? (probably)

— Chapter 52 (Matthew finding out the truth) made me SOB for multiple reasons

— there was so much adrenaline coursing through my body for the last like ten chapters it’s not even funny I was so scared lmao

— THE SUNDOGS!!!!!!! basically flesh-eating puppies but!! we love all puppies in this house 🫶

— now for the quotes (in no particular order)

• does any part of you still look at the sky and hurt?

• the opposite of magical is mankind

• you smell like home

• I’m coming back. Be here for me.

• Can’t trust Ronan to save himself. He throws his heart and then runs in after it.

• He didn’t have it in him to love another dream. It hurt too bad. Loving anything did.

• I’ve been alone a long time.

I’m gonna stop here because otherwise I’d have to quote the whole book but in conclusion: I’m absolutely terrified for Mister Impossible and it won’t get here for another week so :) I’m sittin :) with myself :) if anyone wants to chat theories hmu!

#call down the hawk spoilers #the dreamer trilogy #ronan trc #adam trc #declan lynch #cdth #the raven cycle spoilers #pynch