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fairyhaos · 11 months

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. ˚ never a burden

requested by @dandycharmer : I was thinking, pure fluff, if reader is on the bigger side/chubby going on a roadtrip with svt but there aren't enough seats so someone has to sit on another's lap. Everyone thinks the reader should, as they are the "smaller" coompared to some of them, reader is insecure and refuses but then maybe Mingyu or Coups or Dk brush you off and pull you in they're lap. I love your writing btw, so fluffy💞.

pairing: mingyu x gn!reader

genre: mutual pining, fluff, comfort, pre-relationship, implications of chubby!reader, road trip (planning)

word count: 2118

warnings: none

notes: thank you very much for requesting! not edited.

Like with most events, this entire trip was Seungkwan’s idea.

"We should stop getting Seungkwan to do all the planning whenever we go anywhere," Mingyu grumbles, coming to sit next to you on the floor of the kitchen. You hum in agreement, listening as Seungkwan yells at the others in the living room about packing and food and clothes and whatever. He's always yelling, really.

It's a thirteen-member road trip that he's currently planning. Well, a thirteen-member road trip plus you, because you'd foolishly told Seungkwan that you were free when he asked you whether you were doing anything this weekend. And, as a result, you'd become part of his event-planning craze, hiding on the kitchen floor and waiting for him to inevitably find you and scold you over your toothbrush choice or something.

You’re sitting tucked away between two corners of kitchen drawers when Mingyu comes down to sit beside you on the tiled floor, and it’s a bit of a squish because even though it fit you quite comfortably, it’s not made for two people and he’s, well, a big man.

Automatically, you try and shuffle away from him, something that’s become habit lately whenever he steps too close to you. You hate yourself for doing it, for distancing yourself from one of your closest friends, but if it means that he won’t be able to feel your skin heating up and your pulse racing through your veins when he comes near, then so be it.

But the moment you try to move away, Mingyu wraps an arm around your shoulder, effectively trapping you against him.

It’s difficult to hide a crush when your crush is an incredibly clingy person.

“Where are you going? There’s barely any space here. You’re going to smash yourself against the drawers,” Mingyu says, and his arm settles around your shoulder, comforting, warm.

It’s a hot day. But you let Mingyu keep his warm arm around you, settling into the comfortable embrace, feet cold against the tiled floor.

“You’ve been avoiding me these days,” he says, out of nowhere, and you try not to tense up in surprise that he’s noticed.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He hums disapprovingly. “No, you do. I think this is the first time I’ve managed to pull you into anything resembling a hug for weeks.”

“That’s not true. You hugged me yesterday,” you point out, but Mingyu just shakes his head. He’s pouting at you now, and he looks so sad and adorable and you feel a little bad. Damn your stupid feelings.

“That was a group hug. That doesn’t count, you know that.” He tilts his head to the side, and the action makes him look a little like a dejected puppy. “I haven’t been able to hug my Y/N in ages, you know? That makes me feel really sad.”

Your heart flips in your chest (he called you his—) but you push down the giddiness, smiling and attempting to brush it off. “Oh, well, I’m sorry. You can hug me tomorrow. Maybe.”

Mingyu huffs, but he doesn’t say anything else, and there’s silence in the kitchen, the faint echoes of Seungkwan’s shouts echoing throughout the entire apartment.

“I think Seungkwan is horribly disorganized,” you murmur after a little while in an attempt to change the subject, heartbeat still thrumming throughout your entire body. You’re used to it now, though. The buzzing feeling whenever Mingyu is near, the slight floatiness of your consciousness when he smiles or talks ot stands close to you. It never really goes away.

That makes Mingyu laugh, and the sound makes your heart jolt in your chest. “Tell me about it. We’re meant to leave in half an hour, actually, and Joshua has only just woken up. He hasn’t even packed yet.”

There’s a crashing sound from the living room, and both of you collectively wince. The entire apartment is silent for several seconds before everyone explodes into a cacophony of noise, and you can’t quite tell if Seungkwan is screeching or crying.

“Why are you here?” you ask Mingyu, because instead of holding Seungkwan back from kicking the others like he normally does, he’s sitting next to you on the kitchen floor, the arm around your shoulders still firmly keeping you by his side.

Mingyu quirks a grin, squeezing your shoulder once. “Was going to find my lovely Y/N, wasn’t I? You disappeared without a trace, so of course I had to find out where you were.”

You tilt your head, confused. “Why? Was someone looking for me?”

Mingyu just looks at you and smiles.

“You two!” Seungkwan’s voice suddenly rings out, and both of you jump, Seungkwan’s disapproving face looming over you from the other side of the counter. He’s leaning across the top of it, on his stomach, and he sounds a little strained when he says, “Come out. Both of you. We’re leaving now, whether Joshua has enough pairs of socks or not!”

He hops off the counter, dashing off to go somewhere while Joshua yells in the distance for Jeonghan to share his socks with him while the other steadfastly refuses.

You and Mingyu both look at each other.

“Well, looks like we’re setting off on this delightful roadtrip,” you sigh, and Mingyu chuckles, getting up.

“Looks like it.” He extends a hand for you, and you take it, after a brief hesitation. His palm fizzles against yours, bright pink and warm, and you hope he doesn’t notice how anxious your very fingers are when they touch his. “Where are we even going?”

“Somewhere,” Seokmin says, popping his head out of the living room as you walk past. “Seungkwan keeps saying it’s a surprise, but I think it’s because he hasn’t planned that far ahead yet.”

“I definitely have!” Seungkwan yells indignantly, and he’s standing in the hallway with the car keys in his hand and several bags piled around his feet. “And for your information, we’re going round to Seungcheol’s place first. Everyone else has gone to his apartment, for some reason, so we’ll meet them there and then get going.”

Joshua emerges from his room, arms laden with bags, Jeonghan behind him carrying absolutely nothing. “Okay, but where are we going after that?”

“He doesn’t know, obviously,” you say, and Seungkwan shakes his head.

“Sure. Now come on, let’s get everything loaded into the car and get going.”

Seokmin is practically skipping out of the door the moment he opens it, bouncing on the balls of his feet and pestering Seungkwan to give him the (Joshua’s) car keys so he can put away his stuff.

It’s a gorgeously bright day outside, and you squint in the sun, the heat of the late morning hitting your skin almost instantly. It’s nothing compared to the warmth of Mingyu’s touch, of course, but it’s pleasant all the same.

A hand comes up to cast a shadow across your face, shielding your eyes from the sun. Mingyu grins, holding his bags in one hand, the other in front of your face.

“You look like a vampire who’s never seen light before,” he says, and mimics the squinty-eyed, scrunched-up face that you were making just a few seconds prior. It makes you roll your eyes, pinching him in the side, dumping your own bags in the car trunk. He follows you around obediently, trying his best to keep your eyes shaded even as he continues to tease you. It’s a little adorable, actually.

It does nothing to cease the fluttering of your heart, though.

You’re trying to bat Mingyu’s hands away, annoyed when they keep coming too close to boop your nose when Seungkwan suddenly pauses in his frantic flitting around, staring at the car in deep concentration.

“You guys. We have a problem.”

“Oh no, another one?” Jeonghan says, but Seungkwan doesn’t even pay attention, still frowning down at the car.

“Joshua’s car only fits five people,” Seokmin pipes, leaning out of the shotgun seat to inform them. “We don’t have enough seats for all six of us. Someone’s going to have to sit on someone’s lap.”

“Ah. Well, what do we do?” you ask, looking at Mingyu. Mingyu just looks back, not saying a word, and everyone else is looking at you too, and that’s when you realise. “Oh. Oh, no. Guys, no, I can’t.”

“You’re the smallest out of all of us,” Seungkwan says, and you rapidly shake your head. “Y/N, it’ll only be until we get to Seungcheol’s apartment. Then we’ll split off into more even groups, ‘cause there’ll be Seungcheol’s car, Minghao’s car and Joshua’s car. Just for now? Please?”

“No, I can’t,” you say, hugging your arms around yourself. “It’s just… I’m too…” You cringe, embarrassed, insecure. “Am I not a little too… heavy for that?”

Jeonghan pffts, and Joshua shakes his head fervently. But you’re looking at Mingyu, and Mingyu is looking back at you, and his expression shows that he’s never even thought something like that, even for a second.

“You’re fine, Y/N,” he says, and he’s speaking gently and firmly at the same time, reassuring and determined all at once. “Why would you even think you’re too heavy?”

“Well,” you start, and your cheeks are hot, and this heat has nothing to do with the sun, still bearing down on all of you. “I mean, my thighs? I’m not exactly, like, the skinniest person ever…”

“And we’d never want that,” Mingyu interjects, eyes wide and clear and serious. He holds out his hand. “Come on. You can sit on my lap. It’s okay.”

You hesitate, just like how you hesitated earlier in the kitchen, but again, you take his hand anyway, and again, his fingers fizzle with warmth as they come into contact with yours.

“Great!” Seungkwan clasps his hands together. “Let’s get going then. We need to start this trip as soon as possible. We’re already an hour behind schedule.”

“What even was the schedule to begin with?” Mingyu mutters to you as he walks you to the car, and it makes you chuckle a little because he’s right. There seems to be no actual schedule.

When Mingyu opens the car door and gets in, though, the laughter dies away, and you feel apprehensive once again. You try not to think about it too often, but your weight and the way you look is a huge insecurity of yours, and the fact you have to sit on Mingyu’s lap? This is not helping those insecurities go away. Suddenly you feel like a big, heavy thing, and you kind of don’t want to go on this trip if it means you have to inconvenience Mingyu like this.

Mingyu notices you pausing, notices the thoughts and fears running through your head.

“Y/N?” He looks up at you, and smiles, opening his arms. “Come on. It’s okay. Just until we get to Cheol’s place, yeah?”

“I mean…”

“No, no, none of that,” Mingyu says, and then he’s reaching out for you, pulling you into the car and securely into his lap. He wraps his hands around your waist, firmly, and rests his head on your shoulder. “Look? You fit so perfectly in my lap.”

And you kind of do. He’s spreading his legs a little, making it slightly more comfortable for you, and with his arms and his warmth surrounding you so reassuringly, skin buzzing sweetly at every point of contact between you two.

He presses a kiss to your shoulder, smiling up at you, and even his eyes are warm. Warmer than Seokmin’s beams, warmer than the sun itself.

“You’ll never be a burden for me, Y/N,” he says, and even though Seungkwan is still bustling around outside and Joshua is bickering with Seokmin in the front of the car and Jeonghan is complaining at having the shotgun seat stolen, the world goes silent for you and all you can see and hear is Mingyu.

Mingyu grins wider, and it makes you smile too. He reaches up and pokes your cheek, cooing softly. “Look at you, my lovely Y/N. So sweet, so adorable.”

You swat his hand away, cheeks heating up. “Aw, stop it. You’re so sickeningly sweet.”

That makes Mingyu laugh, leaning back in the seat, tightening his arms around your waist. “Only for you. Only ever for you.”

And even when you get to Seungcheol’s apartment and kick Jeonghan out into Seungcheol’s car so there’s more space, even when you’re sitting next to Mingyu rather than on him, Mingyu is still smiling at you, so softly and sweetly and you’re smiling back, heartbeat thrumming through your veins.

Damn. Looks like you’ve fallen for him even more than before.

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jo-harrington · 1 year

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Corrective Action (Eddie Munson x Store Manager!Reader)

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: Reader and Eddie have been hanging out for a little while and a lot of people seem to think it’s ok to voice their opinion around her.

Previous Part: Interview Prep

Warnings/Themes: AU where the Upside Down doesn't terrorize Hawkins. Reader works at the Claire's at StarCourt. Eddie works at TapeWorld. Mutual pining and slow burn (yes still, always). Bullying, manipulative/helicopter parents, ACAB, all around shitty people that might trigger some things. Thick skinned reader who is sick of said shitty people. Sad boy Eddie. Hurt/Comfort. Pinky promises.

Note: I really hope this one is good guys, I feel like I wrote half of this in an airport wishing I was actually drinking (I did and I was, but I'm sober and kind of currently wishing I wasn't). If this is me fishing for compliments...I guess this is just yummy bait.

You can find my masterlist here for more featuring our resident Store Manager (in chronological order because I’m chaotic and I’m not gonna stop writing this way) and all of my other random Eddie Headcanons.

Please do not interact if you are not 18+.

Enjoy!

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It started with Stacey at work.

You were sitting at the little desk in the stockroom, working out payroll and the next schedule, when she came to clock out.

“Hey, good job today on upselling diamonds,” you told her, incredibly proud. While she was great at customer service, she really had a hard time getting customers to add to their basket. You had worked on coaching her and she was quickly becoming your best sales associate. “I’m proud of you, you’ve been doing so great!”

“Yeah thanks! All of these rich PTA moms I swear to god,” she rolled her eyes. “I guess my mom was only a hard ass if I asked her to buy me things though. If anyone else tried to sell things to her, she always caved.”

She continued going on about her mom getting all the upgrades when she got a new car.

“…Mr. Harrington almost started singing when she finally signed the lease.” She laughed but then sobered up, glancing around the stockroom to see if anyone else was around. Stacey cleared her throat. “Hey I’ve been meaning to ask…”

“What’s up?”

“Are you, like…dating Eddie Munson?”

It would have been an innocent enough question if not for her tone. Or the way she grimaced and scrunched her nose, as if just saying his name put a bad taste in her mouth.

Eddie had been wary of your interactions with Stacey from the beginning, you recalled. And when you had asked him why later on, he beat around the bush a little before giving in.

She was someone who had been in his classes for as long as he could remember, she was not a cheerleader but certainly one of the popular girls, and when her jock boyfriend got a job at the local insurance office after missing his chances at getting an athletic scholarship, she stayed behind too and made all of the local gossip her business.

And for some reason, even if he swore he never remembered saying more than two words to her at any given time, she made rumors about him her specialty.

You’d been at a loss. On the one hand, you knew Eddie dealt with bullies and rumors even if he never outright admitted it to you. But on the other, you had no reason to distrust Stacey. All you knew about the people you worked with were just what they told you and what you were able to witness while working together. And you knew Stacey engaged in all sorts of gossip. But Eddie’s name had never exited her mouth.

Until now.

“What?” You were so shocked at the entire scenario that you didn’t even realize she would take that as an invitation for her to continue.

“Well he’s been hanging around the store and I’ve seen you guys sitting together sometimes. But like…well, haven’t you heard?” She got closer and sat in the chair next to you. “He, like, sacrifices virgins in the woods and has, I don’t know, summoned demons before. He’s a Satanist, a freak.”

You bristled at the name-calling and the accusations.

“Stace—“

”And you’re new so of course you don’t know—“

“Stacey I’m gonna stop you right there,” you held up your hand and she immediately shut up and sat up a little straighter. “First of all, it is incredibly inappropriate to ask me about my personal life. About any aspect of it, outside of what I willingly share with you. I am your boss, I’m not your friend, this isn’t high school. We are all entitled to privacy and I am incredibly uncomfortable discussing this with you.

“Second, again not that you need to know, but no. I am not dating Eddie. Eddie works here in StarCourt and you make friends with people when you work at a shopping mall. That being said, Eddie is not only an employee at StarCourt, but also a human being and a neighbor to all of us—”

“Ew no he isn’t. He lives in that—“ she started but you weren’t having any of it.

“And because of that he deserves some respect. Calling someone a freak and spreading rumors isn’t respectful. Which leads me to the last point.

“One of the values of this company is integrity. Doing the right thing, even if it’s hard to do. And I’m sorry but bullying, under any circumstance, is not the right thing to do. So even though you are off the clock, you are still on company property and you are certainly not operating with integrity. I’m incredibly disappointed that I have to have this kind of conversation with you, but I will consider this a warning for next time.

“If I hear talk like this coming from you again, there will be disciplinary action,” you concluded. “Do you understand?”

You hated to do it, you hated to put on the manager pants. You hated that Stacey’s eyes welled with tears the longer you talked and that she trembled as she finally nodded. But even if Eddie wasn’t your friend, you wouldn’t condone this kind of behavior. You held your team to an incredibly high standard and this wasn’t it.

You sent Stacey home and got back to the schedule with a sour taste in your mouth.

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The next time, you were actually out with Eddie.

He had told you that the sunrise at the old quarry was second to none and when you confessed that you had never actually watched the sunset or the sunrise before, he immediately figured out the best day for you to go together.

He had put together a picnic with all sorts of breakfast foods, because apparently no one made pancakes, bacon, and eggs better than he did—

“Got an A+ in home ec, thank you very much. Didn’t help me get my GPA up but Wayne is pretty happy when I have breakfast waiting for him after a double shift.”

—and treats from the gas station since he insisted that you needed to experience all of the convenience food he loved. There was a thermos full of coffee and a boat load of blankets in the back of the van. He picked you up at your apartment, ringing the bell at ass o’clock in the morning looking way too energetic for someone who woke up so early.

“What do you mean? I never went to sleep!”

The radio was low as he drove you towards the outskirts of town; he’d also surprised you with a replacement of your old Boston cassette that you had nearly played to death, and he hummed along and tapped his fingers against the steering wheel along with Foreplay.

You reached a certain sign on the road signaling the quarry was up ahead, only for the tell tale lights and “whoop whoop” of a squad car to sound off from behind you. Eddie cursed and pulled off to the side of the road.

“Sweetheart can you grab me, uh” he motioned for the glove box. You’d already popped it open and dug through to find his registration as he pulled the wallet from his pocket. “Thanks.”

The crunch of gravel caused Eddie to look at this side mirror and groan a low, drawn out “fuck.”

“Munson,” the officer greeted roughly once the window was rolled down.

“Callahan,” Eddie replied. “Hopper got you on traffic patrol now huh?”

“Very funny,” Callahan deadpanned. “You know why I pulled you over.”

“Actually I don’t,” Eddie chuckled dryly. “License plates are up to date, I wasn’t speeding, and that tail light you busted last time you pulled me over is fixed.”

What the fuck?

"I don't like the tone you're taking with me, kid," Callahan spat. "Not a respectful bone in your body, any time I have to pull you over. It's for your safety after all. And the safety of the entire town."

How many times had this guy pulled Eddie over? 5? 10?

“Anyway, we just broke up a party over in Loch Nora about an hour ago, lot of kids high and wasted,” Callahan continued and there was no way you could have guessed the words that were coming out of his mouth next. “I know how you like to hang around parties like those, do a few deals. Maybe you decided to take advantage of some pretty girl who doesn’t know where she is.”

Callahan leaned down a little further and shined a flashlight into the van, directly at you.

“How you doing tonight miss? Can you tell me your name please?”

Your world was shaken to the core.

“Excuse me?” You scoffed, clenching your fists.

“You got your wits about you, or do I need to call an ambulance or something? Maybe your mom, if she needs to come pick you up?”

“I’m fine, officer, but I don’t like what you’re implying about my friend here.” You responded harshly. “Or about me. I am a grown woman, I am in this van of my own volition, with full mental capacities other than the fact that I’m maybe a little tired because I just woke up 20 minutes ago to go see the sunrise with my friend.”

Callahan stumbled over his words for a second, immediately backtracking as Eddie sat speechless in the driver's seat.

“We were never at a party in Loch Nora. Eddie didn’t kidnap me. Neither of us are drunk or high. So I’m pretty sure this is an unlawful traffic stop officer,” you concluded.

Both officer Callahan and Eddie looked at you with dumbstruck expressions.

“What, it’s true. So unless you have another reason to have pulled us over, officer?” You asked. “Can we be on our way now?”

He cleared his throat and handed the license and registration back to Eddie.

“Must have seen another van outside the party. An easy mistake to make,” he replied. “Got yourself a smart girlfriend there, Munson. Don’t fuck it up like you usually do ok?”

Callahan did another “whoop whoop” before pulling away and heading back to town, but Eddie continued to sit stiffly, refusing to move.

“You ok?” You asked, putting a hand on his arm.

“I can’t…he didn’t…” Eddie stumbled over his words. “I’m not like that ok? I don’t…I don’t take advantage of girls at parties. Fuck. Please don’t think—”

“I didn’t,” you assured him.

“Callahan always has it in for me, man,” He explained. “I don’t even know what I did. Caught me smoking weed on school grounds with the guys one summer way back and it was like a permanent target was placed on my back.”

“Small town cops with a big ego,” you explained, knowing fully well how douchebags like that were. “And you’re the resident bad boy.”

“You gotta stop calling me that,” he groaned in, what you believed to be, embarrassment.

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And it kept happening.

Whispers when you went out for pizza, eyes watching you at the grocery store with pity or disgust, you didn’t know for sure. The one time you both stopped in Montgomery Ward on lunch to get a new dress (and for Eddie not to spend his lunch alone) and the saleswoman kept hovering as though you were about to steal.

Well, not you. Eddie.

No one usually dared to say anything to your face but you could still hear it. “She hangs around that Munson boy. Ugh such a troublemaker. Poor girl. Someone should tell her. He’s a trickster, that one.”

And no, you knew it wasn’t everyone. Just the busybodies who didn’t know what they were talking about.

You’d usually roll your eyes and continue on with your day. You could take whatever was thrown your way—some people just sucked and they couldn’t keep their mouths shut—but you knew how it affected Eddie. You could see it when you were with him, how deflated he became.

Your friend, one of the best people you knew, regardless of your stupid crush on him. He became distant, shrunk like he wanted to take up less space in the world.

You just about had enough of it.

And it all came to a head one day, a week after you hired Chrissy Cunningham as a part-time associate.

Her mother dropped her off after Cheer camp one day and wanted to see the new store.

You had a pretty solid parent policy that you made known to your teenage associates, just as your old store manager did when she first hired you at 16. Parents could come in and visit, shop, sure. But they weren’t going to interfere with the business. No calling to complain if the schedules conflicted with family nights. No calling in sick on their kids behalf.

“If you’re old enough to take on the responsibility of a job, you’re taking all of the responsibilities, ok? Even the not so nice ones.”

Chrissy, just like the others, understood.

Chrissy’s mom, on the other hand, had a bit of a problem with that.

You were nice enough when they first got in, getting to hear how the whole family was so excited about her first job, how it would look great on college applications come Fall. Chrissy, of course, had told you all of this in her interview; she was a sweet kid who clearly was trying to take on a lot and once you met her mom, you understood where the pressure was coming from.

Your mom was like that too, in her own way. Picking and picking and picking.

“Oh actually,” Mrs Cunningham started and from her tone you knew it was just going to be the beginning of a whole to-do. “I was meaning to ask if Chrissy could change her schedule? I saw you had put her on Saturday afternoons. But there’s a junior cheer team at the park district that she helps coach and they have meets on the first Saturday of the month.”

The too-big, overly-whitened smile was an unspoken threat of “you’re going to give me what I want or else.”

You explained that weekends were a mandatory availability for your associates who were still in school, but it didn’t mean they would always be scheduled. You had already told Chrissy that you would give her the days of her meets off, if she let you know the dates at least 2 weeks in advance. It was only once a month, after all.

That smile fell, like it always did, when someone like Mrs. Cunningham, like your mother, like all the other Stepford-wife types in town, didn’t get their way.

She tried once again to explain, this was important to Chrissy and she could trade Saturdays for another day. Maybe Thursday afternoon? Only if she didn’t have too much homework, of course.

But there was no way to know that when you were writing the schedule two weeks out, you argued.

"Then I guess you'll just have to find a replacement for her shifts if she can't come in," Mrs. Cunningham argued.

“Ma’am, I leave the responsibility of schedule and availability to my associates when I hire them,” you explain. “Not their parents. You said you were excited for Chrissy to have a job. It’s only been a week. If she thinks she can handle Saturdays—or even if she doesn’t—I’ll leave it up to her. School hasn't even started yet; let's just give it some time before we try to make changes ok?”

And as one does when they feel attacked, she went after low hanging fruit.

“I wouldn’t expect you,” she sneered, “to know a whole lot about responsibility…or planning ahead for the future. You work in this little shop; it's not even a real job. I’ll bet you didn’t even go to college.

“And Chrissy said you’re friends with the Munson boy right? That he shows up sometimes to talk to you. He’s never known a day of responsibility in his life. He’s…he’s a drug dealer, a troublemaker—”

“Alright that’s it,” you interjected. “This is a place of business—my place of business—and we’re getting busy, so I will have to ask you to leave Mrs. Cunningham. Unless you want to stay for a piercing, I do have paying customers to tend to. I will discuss the schedule again with Chrissy. I promise.

“But for now, thanks for stopping by, it was so nice to meet you.”

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“God she was such a bitch,” you complained as you watched Eddie throw cardboard boxes into the bailer.

This was typical for lunches spent together. You would both run trash down to the loading dock and complain about work while Eddie smoked—allowing you to luxuriate in his secondhand smoke for a little while—and then you would head to the food court to eat and just…spend time together.

Listen to music, talk about movies or books or whatever else came to mind.

This friendship was still new, there was plenty to talk about.

You kind of hoped there would always be something new to talk about. And that you two would be talking and having lunch together for a long time.

Best not get your hopes up though.

Currently, you were recounting the interaction with Mrs. Cunningham, purposefully leaving out the way she brought him into conversation.

What he didn't know wouldn't hurt him. Right?

“Poor Chrissy,” you sighed.

“Poor Chrissy?” Eddie scoffed. “Yeah, really sucks to be on top.”

“You know, she might be on top at school—”

“And her family might be rich, and she might live in a big house, and she might only need to work so it looks good on college applications. See where I’m going with this?”

“—but it sucks to have a parent constantly shitting on you. Even if they do it for ‘your benefit...'.”

“Why can’t you do anything right?”

“I stayed at home with you kids and this is the thanks I get?”

“I can’t make you respect this family. But don’t you have any self-respect?”

Maybe you were just projecting...

“Speaking of Queen Bee, here she comes now with her lover boy,” Eddie said, batting his eyelashes dramatically, and then he made a gagging noise. You were exiting the service corridors and spotted Chrissy, who had clocked out for the day, walking towards the food court with a very clean, athletic-looking blond boy.

“Now if you wanna talk about a bitch, look no further than Jason Carver.”

He proceeded to tell you all about how Jason and Jeff were neighbors, how they used to be friends as kids. How they stopped talking once Jason started up with sports, and he started picking on Jeff once he made varsity.

“He had some macho, roided up growth spurt last year, and that paired with the self-righteous bible thumping meant that Hellfire was an easy target. Those meathead jocks picked on us before, sure, but…I dunno, Jason is a whole other level of cruel.

“And he doesn’t hesitate to beat up the younger kids, but if I’m around…well needless to say they’re a little scared of me, they don’t want to take a chance that I’ll put a curse on them or something.

“I’ll do whatever I need to, I’ll be their villain, if it means keeping those kids safe.” He rubbed the sleeve of his flannel against his nose and sniffled lightly. “But it’s not like there’s anything I can do aside from that. I have to just sit there and take it, let my friends take it, because if I don’t…if I don’t, then I become everything they say I am. Angry, dangerous, a menace, a criminal.”

“Eddie that’s terrible,” you grumbled, Chrissy’s mom and your own troubles forgotten. "You don't deserve to be picked on like that."

Eddie hummed in contemplation for a moment.

“Ok enough of them, do you want to share chili cheese fries?” He diverted. You hesitated, not wanting to drop the subject entirely, but also not wanting to push him. Eddie flashed you those big, pleading eyes, though, and you caved.

Asshole knew exactly what he was doing.

“Sure,” you smiled.

“And you’ll let me buy today,” he continued, holding his hand out before you could argue. “Because you feel bad for me you’re gonna let me do it.”

“What logic is that?!” You exclaimed. He giggled maniacally and motioned for you to find a table before he practically skipped to the line to order.

He was lucky that he was cute.

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Chrissy approached you the next time she had a shift together; you were planning to pull her aside at the end of her shift to double check that she was sure about her availability and to go over the parent policy once again. It was kind of a relief that she took the initiative instead.

“I’m sorry about my mom,” she began timidly. “She shouldn't have come in here just to interfere. It's just that I do have a lot going on, and when I told her I wanted to work at the mall too...well, she just..."

"Chrissy, I understand," you interjected. "Really I do, you don't need to explain. I knew when I hired you that you had a lot on your plate."

"Thank you again, by the way."

"I just want to make sure that you're sure this is the right move. Do we need to look at your availability again?" you asked. "If your mom comes back to have this conversation again, I'm not going to stand for it. I need employees who are responsible for their own time."

"No I know..." she sighed. "I'll talk with her. I really do like working here."

"I like having you work here," you reassured her. "You're doing a really great job so far."

"R-really?" she smiled, eyes getting a little glossy. "Thank you. I'm trying. My mom...never seems to be happy with anything I do. If it's not what I do, it's how long it takes, and if it's not that, then it's how I look, and--" She was starting to breathe a little heavily and you sighed.

"Hey listen, I get it," you said gently. "Mom's...well, sometimes they can be the worst. They know exactly what buttons to push. And I don't want to sound insensitive because I want you to know you can talk to me any time, I'm here for you. But we are on the sales floor.

"I know your shift is almost over, if you want to take a few to go in back and settle down before you leave, you can," you encouraged her. It wasn't a busy day; you could afford to give her a few extra minutes to herself.

"You're sure?"

"Yeah, Mindy will be back from lunch in a few and I can come and grab you if I need you."

Chrissy gave you a watery smile and then headed back into the stockroom.

There were a few minutes of restocking bracelets before the shop bell rang as a new customer walked in.

"Hey! Welcome in!" You greeted brightly, mindlessly, before looking up to find Chrissy's boyfriend standing there. He smiled and nodded in greeting.

"Hey, I'm here to pick Chrissy up," he explained.

"You're a little early," you laughed, trying to be cordial despite Eddie's words about him echoing in your mind. "She's just in back finishing up. I'll let her know you're here."

"Nah, that's ok," Jason shrugged. "I wanted to talk to you really quick."

You frowned at him and narrowed your eyes.

"Boyfriends unfortunately don't qualify for the employee discount," you stated lightly, hoping that this was the only thing he had to ask. "So if you have a little sister or something--"

"No, it's about Eddie Munson," he continued. "You really need to stay away from him."

Yeah. That was exactly what you were afraid he would say.

Ugh, you were really getting tired of this.

And it wasn't just that you were sick of people meddling, it was this boy in particular who was really rubbing you the wrong way. Gossipy sales associates with jock boyfriends, useless troublesome cops, nosy housewives, and well-meaning grandmas were one thing.

But a high school boy who was still wearing a letterman jacket in July, with a too nice smile and the audacity to have a savior complex when he was the one tormenting other kids?

That was where you drew the line.

You just wondered if you were willing to lose your job because of him.

“I'm telling you this for your own good. The crowd he’s a part of…,” Jason leaned closer as though it was a secret. “They’re a bunch of wastoids, listening to that devil's music, trying to lure virgins into the woods to sacrifice. And if you want to sit with the right crowd at lunch when school starts--”

You barked a laugh at this, right in his face, and he backed away looking confused.

Ok, so this wasn't "lose your job" worthy.

You mentally pulled on both your Disappointed Older Sibling and Angry Store Manager pants to gear up for this fight.

"Ok kid, real talk," you started, clapping your hands like a coach would. "I'm not in the business of yelling at teenage boys. And as flattering as it is that you might think I'm still in high school, there is no way a teenager would be managing a store. So there's point number one. Number two, don't assume a lady's age ok? At all. In either direction. That's a life lesson I'm gonna give you for free.

"Number three, and not that this conversation isn't...just really lovely, I need to get a point across and I'm sincerely doubtful you're gonna listen to me anyway. I just need you to understand that...like, whoever is hanging out with who, or going where, or doing what, is generally none of your business. Especially your girlfriend's boss. It's really disappointing that a nice boy like you is gonna cause his girlfriend to lose her job because he can't mind his own business."

And that was the punctuation at the end of the sentence to make him look nervous and a little sweaty.

You felt a little bad saying it, because no, you weren't going to fire Chrissy because of this dumb boy. But hopefully this would be a lesson learned.

"E-e-eddie was hanging around Chrissy the other day," he stuttered, looking extremely out of his element. Never been the person who had to face consequences before; you knew the type. "I saw him in here when I came to pick her up. She said...you were his friend and he was just waiting for you."

"I'm sure he was waiting for me."

"He always had crushes on the cheerleaders," he explained. "He was sniffing around this girl Julie a few years ago and she found out he was into this satanic stuff...I figured either you or Chrissy were next..."

"Oh buddy," you sighed. "And you figured if you came in here and told me not to hang around him, I would be spared...and Chrissy would be too?"

"See? You get it."

"Except that's really not how things work in real life or at a shopping mall, kid," you said. "Everyone is allowed to go wherever they want and talk to whoever they want. And I, as one of the managers in this building, am able to assess what is a danger to myself and my employees and Eddie certainly isn't one of them. Except for his corny jokes, he is harmless.

"You on the other hand," you continued, savoring the moment Jason's eyes got a little wider. "Approached me with a very distinct and threatening energy. So unless you want me to call mall security and make sure you are no longer allowed on the premises, I will need you to...re-evaluate your tone of voice and your intention of visiting.

"So, what was your name again?"

"J-Jason Carver, ma'am."

Ew. Ma'am. Ok you weren't that old. But you could deal with it.

"Jason Carver," your tone changed immediately, back to the sickening Store Manager voice you defaulted to on a regular basis. Eddie had called it unsettling before, to hear you go from your regular tone of voice to that. Jason's eye twitched and you grinned maniacally. "It's so nice to meet you. Chrissy was telling everyone it's your anniversary coming up?"

His eyes shifted slightly, and he laughed nervously.

"Ye-yes ma'am," he agreed.

"And what are you planning to get her as a gift?" you asked. He froze again. Ok, no gift; Chrissy definitely deserved better than that. "I think a necklace would be really lovely. Not from here, I can see you looking at the jewelry wall. But there's a really nice jewelry store downstairs that has birthstone pendants and stuff. I think she would really love something from there."

"I-I think that's a great idea," he nodded vigorously.

The door to the stockroom opened and Chrissy walked out with her bag in hand, ready for you to check it.

"Ok, I'm all set to go then, thank you so much for--Jason!" Chrissy smiled when she saw her boyfriend. "I thought you were going to wait for me downstairs."

He cleared his throat and composed himself.

"Figured I would come up and surprise you," he grinned smoothly. "Met your boss, she's...really cool, just like you said."

Nice save.

Ok maybe he wasn't as stupid as you originally thought.

Chrissy waved goodbye as they left, and Jason had the right sense to keep his mouth shut.

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You waited outside Tape World as the mall started to slow down and get dark. There was a little coin-operated horse right outside of the store and you leaned against it and wondered, if it was a real horse, how fast it could take you and Eddie out of this shit hole of a town, away from all of the people who said horrible things.

You had nothing to complain about though. Eddie had to deal with it for years. He did so much to protect his friends...all you wanted to do was to protect him too.

The gate opened up and Eddie ducked underneath, grinning at you once it was locked and he was upright once again. He muttered a quick goodbye to the associate who closed with him before he approached you.

"Hey, it's only Thursday," he laughed. "Did I forget we had plans? I thought you opened."

"No, I was a mid," you shrugged. "But I stayed because..."

Should you tell him? You didn't want to upset him, or have him pull away from you, like he always did whenever talk of his reputation around town was mentioned. You wanted your silly, carefree, wonderful best friend not to have to suffer because of narrow minded people anymore.

"Beeeccaauuuuseee." He hums for a moment. "Because you knew that I was planning a Little Debbie taste test for Sunday and that all of the snacks were in the van right now?"

"What?" you laughed. "Oh my God."

"You said you were more of a Hostess person. I am trying to change your allegiance to the Dark Side of the Force." He stood taller, theatrically trying to mimic Darth Vader. "What better way than with a joint or two and a shit ton of snack cakes at the lake."

"Eddie!"

"What? Don't tell me you have never smoked before," he said in mock offense. "What rock have you been living under? I'm going to have to call your parents, young lady. They did too good a job raising you."

You stared at him for a minute as he laughed and you couldn't help yourself; you quickly closed the distance between the two of you and wrapped your arms around his waist. He went stiff for a second before placing one of his arms around your shoulders and his other hand on the back of your head.

"What's wrong?" he asked quietly. "I mean, I know I did good with the Little Debbie, but you don't have to smoke if you don't want to. I was just kidding."

"No, it's not..." you sighed.

Hugging Eddie was nothing like hugging a girl friend--all squeezes and giggles over something silly and stupid--or hugging a relative--stiff and a little cold, your family not really ones for outward affection to begin with. He was just the right hug shape, his arms at the right height, the right length to wrap around you. His cheek at the right height to rest on the top of your head if he really wanted to (which you really hoped he did). His stupid waist that was perfect for you to wrap your arms around and soft enough that you could squeeze a little bit and he would actually give instead of just stiff and there.

An Eddie Hug was a perfect hug.

And hopefully your hug was perfect for him too, so that it wouldn't hurt him or scare him away as you told him...

"You remember last week?" you began. "You said Jason Carver is the biggest bitch I'd ever meet?"

"Y-yeah," he replied hesitantly, getting a little stiff in your arms, but he did nothing to pull away from you.

"Well, I met him and he is," you continued.

"What did he do?" Eddie asked, irritation evident in his voice. "If...if he did something, said something to you, I swear to God I--"

"I handled it," you cut him off. "He tried to scare me away from you. He said...well, it doesn't matter does it?"

"I'm sure it's what everyone says about me."

"And I told him he could get fucked," you said.

"What?!" Eddie finally pushed you away from him, hands gripping your arms tightly, as he laughed. "No you didn't."

"No I didn't," you shook your head. "But I might as well have. I think I scared him."

"Did you do the creepy voice?" he asked.

"Yeah," you giggled.

"I fucking hate that," he shivered.

"One day, Eddie Munson, you will answer the phone with a 'y'ello' and you will forever be turned to the Dark Side too," you mimicked his Darth Vader impression. "Just you wait and see."

"Never, I would sooner die!" He threw an arm across his eyes dramatically and turned away from you. After a moment had passed, he stood up straight again, hands fidgeting at his sides. "So, uh, are we cool?"

"Why wouldn't we be?"

"Because everyone tells you to stay away from me," he shrugged. "That I'm no good. That I'm a freak. I've been hearing it all my life. But I don't think I could stand it if I heard it from you too."

"Eddie," you started, worrying at your lip for a second. "I know how soul crushing it is to constantly have to hear how bad you are, how you're never gonna live up to whatever expectations others have of you. But listen to me, and listen good: you are absolutely wonderful.

"A wonderful neighbor, a wonderful coworker, a wonderful friend. Who cares what other people think about you; who cares, even...what I think about you?"

"I care," he shrugged.

"But it doesn't matter how many people tell me that you're bad, I'm never gonna think that about you ok? You're so many things but you're also just...good. Ok?"

"Ok," he nodded, eyes getting progressively more watery by the second.

"And don't you start with the self-deprecating shit around me anymore either," you weakly swatted at his shoulder and his torso, and he laughed. "I can't take it. Only one of us can be a miserable piece of shit, and I'm older, so I have dibs."

"You're not a miserable piece of shit," he chuckled. "You're wonderful too."

"No more of this...sad sackery then? From either of us?" you asked and held out a pinky to him. "You can't break a pinky swear."

Eddie wrapped his pinky around yours tightly.

"No more. Upon punishment of death."

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Next Part: Standard Operating Procedures 1.04

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Abu Dhabi moments

Jack Hughes x Ferrari driver reader

Je T’aime Masterlist

** Vegas is the last race before Abu Dhabi & series takes place in 2024 with Danny, Seb & Mick still on the grid **

A handful of moments as the season come to an end because I didn’t want to write a full fic. Also how are y’all? I’ve haven’t been on here in a while because ya girl had finals and grad 🫶

Post Practice, Friday

Welcome back to sunny Abu Dhabi, as we prepare for the final race of the season!! This weekend brings us the most heated battle for the Drivers Championship we’ve ever seen!! Yes that includes Lewis versus Max 2021, the Mercedes battle of 2016 & Sebastian Vettels maiden win in 2010. Ferrari have the Consrtuctors trophy, will they clinch the Drivers too? Lets have a look at the possibilities

Y/n L/n currently sits first in the points, with Max trailing by only one. Charles Leclerc only sits only 5 points behind him. It will come down to whoever takes the win for this race. Three potential champions, one race. Will it be a third championship for Verstappen, a second for Leclerc or a first for L/n?

Are you excited? Because we sure are. They all had great practices today. Who will come out on top? Tune in all weekend to see what happens!

Lets send it over to Naomi, who’s with y/n now

Media Pen

Hi y/n, how are we feeling today?

I’m doing great, how about you?

You know, I’m pretty good but were not here to talk about me. What’re you feeling coming into this weekend, knowing that the championship could be yours?

Honestly, I’m trying not to think about that. It’s just a normal race. I dont want to psych myself out since anything can happen once we get on that track. Of course I’d love to win, but who knows. Charles & I have been able to bring that constrictors back to Ferrari which was incredible, and whoever wins will have absolutely deserved it.

Thats a great way to look at it! I’m rooting for you but we’ll see what happens. Now, onto something more important. You had an interesting weekend in Las Vegas, didn’t you?

Yeah, you know the race was a lot of fun and it was great to win, especially given the issues we had the week before

Girl you know thats not what I’m talking about!!! I mean your after race shenanigans Haha, yeah, so I got married which was a special experience.

Can I ask if you’d planned that going into the weekend?

Oh not at all! It was more a timing thing. So Saturday night Jack, my husband which is still weird to say, asked if I’d want to get married while we were there. He played a game in Vegas which is why he was there at all. Of course I wanted to marry him, but I didnt want to do it without some of our closest friends there. Luckily, most of them who play hockey were either in Vegas because they’re on his team or they were within a 2 hour flight range so we could get them there for Sunday night. And of course I was able to get the guys from the grid there no problem. So we just decided to go for it!

So no parents?

No, unfortunately not. Both of our parents live on the east coast and it was too quick to get them there, but we’re going to do a big party over the summer so they can celebrate with us.

At least they’ll have that!! Can I ask what the planning was like?

Jack took on all of the decisions which was really great of him since I had the race that evening, but Sunday morning we texted everyone with flight info & told them to get there asap. Then my best friend Thomas went & picked a dress for me, since Jack wasn’t allowed. I sent a message to our groupchat after the race with the chapel address once jack found somewhere & told the drivers to be there and look decent. It was a really great night though & I would do it all over again in a heartbeat.

Well congratulations!! Is he here this weekend?

Unfortunately not, hockey season is well underway, but I’m on the first flight to New York that I can get & we’ll have the winter break together.

Well, all the best to you and your new husband, and we’ll talk to you later this weekend I’m sure. Good Luck tomorrow!!

Thanks Naomi!

RACE DAY

Commentators

Oh my god, we’ve come down to the final lap to decide the championship. Who’s going to cross the line first?? Right now L/n is leading, but Verstappen is right behind her. Will he be able to get past?? The other Ferrari of Leclerc is a fraction of a second behind Verstappen.

There goes Leclerc!!! He’s trying to pass Verstappen, my word! OHHH he does it!! Charles Leclerc puts his Ferrari between the Ferrari of L/n and the red bull of Verstappen

Radio: “Tell y/n I’ve got verstappen, go & win it!!”

That was Leclerc, it looks like he’s going to defend against Verstappen so L/n can win. We have half a lap, can he hold off the Red Bull? Fantastic driving by Leclerc, and what a teammate!!

Here it it!!! Rounding the final corner in that iconic red car, its L/n!! The chequered flag is waving, SHES DONE IT!!!!

Radio: C’est toi y/n!!! Tu es la championne du monde!!!!!

In her 4th season in Formula one, your 2023 World Champion Y/n L/n everyone!! What a finish from the young driver. History is made here tonight as she becomes the first female driver ever to win the championship!! She’s also the second youngest driver to take it after former ferrari teammate Sebastian Vettel.

What a race, what a finish as Leclerc crosses in second, less than half a second behind.

You

Over the radio you hear the team celebrating but you have no words. It doesn’t feel real. There’s tears streaming down your face. All the shit you put up with, all the years of hard work, missing your friends and family, it’s all lead up to this.

“Y/n?” You can hear your engineer ask since you haven’t responded, but nothing comes out. Driving towards the end, you do your donuts and pull in to your designated spot. You just sit there for a second before “HOLY FUCK” and someone on the other end laughs.

You’re still crying but its all happy tears as you pull yourself up & step onto the front of the car. You sit down on the Halo & put your head in your hands, trying to collect yourself as the crowd goes mad around you. Pulling off your helmet you look over to your team at the barriers & smile. You want to run over & celebrate with them, but you can’t bring yourself to move, afraid its all a dream. Then you get tackled. You’ve completely missed the other guys pulling up, too in your own head and you jump when Charles grabs you and pulls you off your car. He pulls you into a hug & whispers congratulations in your ear before someone else grabs you & you see Mick.

“You fucking did it!” He yells and you laugh. It was the kick in the ass you needed and you release Mick to go over to your team, hugging your engineer first. After that it’s a blur, until someone passes you a phone.

“McQueen!!!” Thomas is on the one end of the FaceTime, jack also popping up on the screen. You laugh at the nickname, glad to see their faces.

“I’m so proud of you!” Jack says “Me too!!” Thomas yells, wanting to be part of the conversation. “Thanks Thom!” “I love you so much babe! I can’t really hear you so I’ll call you later?” “Go celebrate, I’ll see you soon. Je t’aime mon amour” You blow a kiss before handing back the phone. There’s one more person you need to see. You spot Susie and you rush over to her. She’s been a mentor and inspiration to you since you were a kid and without her who knows where you’d be right now.

The rest of the day passes in a blur. You’re pulled into interview after interview, congratulations coming from all around and your phone buzzing like its possessed. You call your parents & Jack but thats it, grateful for all the love but too overwhelmed to deal with responding to all your messages. That night you and the boys go full send. You know its a good night since you can’t remember anything. Monday is filled with media, and then you hop on a flight straight to Newark.

Fourteen hours later, Jack & Luke are waiting from you when you finally make it through customs.

You’d think you’re racing or an Olympic gold to win the 100m with how fast you fly over to Jack & jump into his arms, tears streaming down your face as you hug him like a koala.

“Tu l’as fait” he whispers in your ear as you squeeze each other, your face buried in his neck. You can hear the emotion in his voice

“Je l’ai fais”

“Ma championne”

“Je t’aime tellment”

“Mon champion” you say back, smiling at the fact that both of you won this year

“Cough cough, Hi, hello, where’s my hug?” Luke says from somewhere behind you, causing you to giggle and pull your head up to look at him

“I’ll get to you in a sec”

Jack puts you down & you give Luke his hug. “Congrats y/n/n. You deserved it”

“ Thanks Moose. Now we match with our trophies.”

“We do!!” He passes you the big bouquet of flowers he’s holding, “from mom & dad”

“I love them. Let’s go home boys”

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happiness | eddie munson x fem!reader

dustin delivers some very bad news to Y/N.

notes: MAJOR S04E09 SPOILERS, DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVEN’T WATCHED IT. Very angsty. Might have cried while writing this. Not edited and written on my phone, so sorry for any spelling errors.

there’ll be happiness after you but there was happiness because of you

After the major earthquake that hit Hawkins, every single family started packing up to leave town immediately. Among these families included Y/N’s.

“Don’t you worry, honey. We’ll be out of this town very soon,” her mom said, carrying out kitchen stuff to their car.

But it wasn’t the thing that Y/N was worried about. She hasn’t seen her boyfriend, Eddie, ever since he was accused of being Chrissy Cunningham’s killer along with the other murders that happened the pass few days.

She knew in her very core that Eddie was not responsible for the murders that happened. He would’t hurt anybody. He even was screaming and crying when he killed that one cockroach in his trailer now he is being framed for the murders.

Y/N may not know Eddie’s current whereabouts but knew something did not feel right. That, she was sure of.

Taking her mind off things, she started cleaning her bedroom, until someone her name.

“Y/N! A boy named Dustin is here for you!”

Y/N was confused on why Dustin was here. The two of them weren’t very close but she knew that he was one of Eddie’s friends and club mates.

“Hey, Dustin! What are you doing here?”

“I have something to tell you, Y/N. But you may want to sit down for this,” he started.

Y/N’s breath got caught in her throat. An unsettling feeling ran through her body as she nodded and ushered Dustin to her backyard so they can talk.

“Dustin, do you know where Eddie is? I’ve been looking for him for days now,” she started but suddenly stopped when tears started forming in Dustin’s eyes, “Dustin? Why are you crying?”

Dustin pulled a bag in his pocket and gave it to Y/N. She opened the bag and saw Eddie’s rings and his favorite necklace, the one she gave to him.

“Why do you have these, Dustin? Where is Eddie?” she asked, as tears started to pool in her eyes.

“Y/N, Eddie fought to keep you and this town alive. But he did not make it.”

The tears she was holding back started falling down as she shook her head.

“No! Dustin, you’re lying, right? Eddie’s not gone. He’s just hiding from the police, right?”

“I’m so sorry, Y/N. I was there when he died.”

Y/N was full on sobbing at this point. She stood up as she repeatedly shook her head no. She did not want to believe the boy but she knew deep down that he was telling the truth.

“This- this cannot be happening.”

“You know, Eddie loved you very much, Y/N.”

Y/N started to cry harder, “Don’t start now, Dustin. Please, don’t,” she begged him to stop but the boy continued.

“It’s true. He loved you more than anything in life. In the times he did not talk about D&D, all he talked about was you. When you walk in the room, he looked as if an angel just passed by. And though, some times it was really annoying, especially when the two of you would make out with one another in front of all of us, he really showed how much he loved you,” Dustin sniffled, wiping some of the tears that were in his eyes, “Eddie’s last request was for me to let you know how much he loved you and to tell you that you’ll be alright even when he’s not here. That you were his entire life as he was yours.”

This broke Y/N. She knew that she loved Eddie, but she wasn’t sure if he did love her back. Now, all she wished was he was the telling her all of this instead of Dustin. All she wished is that she was able to tell him that she loved him too, so much. So much that it hurt a lot to think about it right now. So much that she was willing to stay here away from her family just for him. So much that it was getting hard to breathe because of the information she just received from Dustin.

“Thank you, Dustin. For doing what he said and for giving me these. I’m sure that it was hard for you, as well. But I think I need to be alone right now.”

Dustin nodded as he gave Y/N a hug as he left her house. Once she saw Dustin was gone, she bolted towards her bedroom where she cried even harder. She just can’t accept that the love her life is gone and she wasn’t even there to see him one last time.

She fished out Eddie’s necklace from the bag that Dustin gave to her. Her hands shaked as she put the necklace around her neck. She leaned on her wall as she sat down still crying. Grieving the loss of the greatest love she knew and will ever know.

A/N: no thoughts. empty head. my head really hurts from crying. this is how i cope with baby eddie’s death.

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20 Fanfic Questions

Tagged by @cchickki. Thank you!

Tagging @urrone @westernlarch @bioticbooty @commander-krios and anyone else who feels so inclined!

How many works do you have on AO3?

2. What's your total AO3 words count?

944,833

I haven’t checked to see if Mezzo’s current word count will put me into 7 figures, but if it doesn’t, it’s close.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Mass Effect. One trick pony right here.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Sonata – Sam and Kaidan fake dating.

Cantata – The Making of Commander Shepard, aka, a group of misfits find a home in each other. Also it’s an epically slow burn friends to idiots to soulmates.

Celestial Navigation – One of the rare times I wrote smut. The entire time I worked on it I was the equivalent of a hissing cat stuck in a tree.

Pieces Form the Whole – A collection of mshenko shorts, prompts, etc., featuring more or less a proto-Sam Shepard who isn’t Sam Shepard but eventually became him.

Fugue – Alchera and the 2 year gap. A story about finding hope in grief.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes! Sometimes I go through a low spoons period where they sit for a bit, but I have a rule that I cannot post anything new until I have responded to everyone who took the time to share their thoughts on a thing I wrote. Community is the best part of fandom. Having others to yell and flail with about the fictional people in my head is fucking incredible.

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

A short in Pieces Form the Whole called Faraway, So Close, which is the only Angst Without a Happy Ending thing I have ever written. It is the fic that kicks puppies. It is less than 1,000 words and I will never write anything like it again.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Not sure I have ever written about two happier people than Sam and Kaidan at the end of Sonata.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Nope. The occasional odd comment, but I haven’t gotten any hate, thankfully.

9. Do you write smut. If so what kind?

When a story calls for it, I write it, though I’m too ace to write much smut for the sake of smut. I don’t have anything against it; smut just doesn’t interest me much unless the conditions are right. Couldn’t tell you what the conditions are. I just know them when I see them.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

Crossovers and AUs aren’t usually my thing, but I have to admit I have been mildly tempted to write a Mass Effect/Stargate AU, because I sure wouldn’t have to work hard to set it up, and Sam Carter and Sam Shepard breaking physics would be tons of fun.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I am aware of.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not translated, though I’ve had a couple of stories podficced, which is insanely cool!!!

13. Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

Once, and it taught me rather painfully that cowriting is not something I am cut out for.

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

Shepard and Kaidan, to the surprise of no one.

15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

It’s pretty rare I start something I don’t finish. My head explodes if I try to work on more than one project at a time, so if I get invested in something it generally gets finished. I have a story called Cadenza that isn’t currently doing anything – because I can’t work on 2 things at once – that I really want to finish; I just don’t know when I’ll get there. But I really hope I will.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue and combat are two things I have a very good time with.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I suck at setting. If reading that surprises you in any way, and hopefully it does, it is because I have worked very hard to suck less at it.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I have long envied the ability of others to write in other languages, and write dialect. I would love to be able to do it, but I suck at it. So add that to #17, lol.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Technically, it was The Black Stallion. I was probably eight. I sent The Black and Alec Ramsey to space.

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

Aww, don’t make me choose between my children. I love my stories. But gun to my head, long fic is probably Cantata. It was such a joy to write, and watching other people fall in love with OC characters I figured no one would care about was proof magic is real.

My favorite one shot is probably The Words That Change Us, an N7 day story that became the catalyst for all the Sam and Kaidan First Kiss AUs. Writing that story was an insane experience – I couldn’t write it fast enough. At one point I had two completely different conversations unspooling in my head at the same time. It’s so much fun to go back and read.

#mememe #meme replies #how writing is written

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glxyaaandromeda · 9 months

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Cockwarming (NSFW: MDI)

Pairing/s: Morpheus x F! Reader Summary: The reader shares an idea with Morpheus about cockwarming to help him relax for a bit from his duty as the King of Dreams and Nightmares. Warning/s: cockwarming, public play, dom, and sub undertones, I think that’s all? Please let me know in the comments if there are any warnings that I haven’t mentioned. Thank you! A/N: This is just a blurb, not sure if I should write a full fic but if you guys want a full fic of this one please let me know. Feedbacks / coffee / likes / reblogs are very much appreciated. Happy reading loves, xoxo. masterlists | commission sheet + socials

— You’ve been able to visit Morpheus in his realm from time to time, especially if he’s busy and can’t visit you in your dreaming or in the waking world because of his duties as the King of Dreams and Nightmares and you totally understand that matter. As you walked through his throne room, he was nowhere to be found, luckily Matthew was there, asking where his King went he said that he might be in the library with Lucienne. Humming to yourself as you walk through the hall of Morpheus castle, you arrive at the destination hoping that Lucienne wasn’t with him you were greeted by Merv whose doing some cleaning as per usual he even opened the library door for you, thanking the scarecrow you went to your way to check how’s Morpheus is doing. He was on the corner of the library, books and stories that every dreamer dreamed stacked and scattered nearby, his eyebrows furrowed seemingly trying to find certain information, clearing your throat to get his attention, he finally looked up in your direction, his furrowed eyebrows ceased and his gaze softened when he saw you. Taking the vacant seat on his side, and seeing how worked up he is from his current state you suggested a certain activity that will somehow ease him up a bit. “Cockwarming? You are rather naughty, love. We are in the library, any minute Lucienne or the other servants would walk right in–” “Thrilling isn’t it? I’m sure it will help you relax, you look like you could use one right now, to be honest.” Morpheus hesitantly agrees to your idea, it was great that he’s on the secluded side of the library and the thought of just taking him in a public place excites you already. It’s been a while since the two of you had shared an intimate moment together so this is a nice chance for the both of you. Helping him unbuckle his pants, you could almost see the outline of his hardened cock through his boxers. Smirking at the sight you see, pulling just a bit of his boxer and letting his cock out, your heart leaps upon seeing him twitching and leaking. Morpheus watches this scene unfold, cheeks flushed and his breathing is almost erratic, he whines. “Mngh... just sit on it already.” “Hm.. someone’s eager.” Pulling down your pajamas alongside your soaked panties, you felt both of his hands grip your hips, pulling you closer to him – his cock pressing lightly onto your folds, while his right middle finger and ring finger gently rubbed your swollen aching clit making you gasp and shudder from his touch. He then slid right into you so quickly, almost immediately hitting your g-spot in one thrust, biting your lower lip to suppress a moan you rolled your eyes back from the sudden pleasure while both of your hands on top of the table for support, Morpheus hands made it’s way to your thighs – gripping it ever so slightly, nails digging onto your flesh he spoke quietly kissing the back of your earlobe. “I miss you so much, darling.” “Oh, I’ve missed you so much too, dear.” Leaning your back to his chest, you could tell that Morpheus is starting to relax and his breathing is now calm and collected despite his cock buried deep down inside of you, his hands gently running through your stomach gently gripping your warm flesh, his lips slowly giving your neck kisses making you purr from his gestures. “I need more of you, darling.”

#blurb #king of dreams and nightmares #morpheus the sandman #morpheus #dreams x reader #the sandman #morpheus x you #netflix sandman

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enid-rhees · 11 months

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i’m back 😭 could you do an enid x reader story where enid has feelings for reader and constantly flirts with her but she can’t confess because shes dating ron and she doesn’t want to hurt him, but in the end they end up getting together? (it’s kind of like in the show but ron doesn’t shoot readers eye out and beat their ass 😭) ty and i love ur writing <33

i absolutely love this ask and the last part made me laugh 😭 although it did give me a small idea ,,, anyways! tysm for ur kind words all the time and your requests! it means a lot :) hope you enjoy !

genre: friends to lovers <3

warnings: bit of angst

A/N: hope you all enjoy this! if you’d like to request, all info is listed in my pinned post <3

“you look so pretty today.” Enid commented. your face heated up when you looked up at her. “thank you, Enid.” you smiled. you guys were currently in her bedroom, reading comics and talking about whatever.

it had been a pretty chill day, leaving you guys with no chores or work to do. whenever you had a free day like this, you guys would hang out in either of your rooms.

“did you do anything different?” she asked. “with your outfit or your hair?” you shook your head, “it’s the same as always.”

“hm,” she hummed. “guess you’re just getting prettier by the day then.” you leaned your head down, embarrassingly hiding your face. she always did this to you, and it worked on you every time.

she knew just how to make you flustered. it was like a special talent of hers that you couldn’t figure out how she did it. Enid was the only one who was able to do this to you.

“why are you hiding? i wanna see your pretty face.” Enid said. you lifted your head up and she smiled. “prettiest girl i’ve ever seen.”

while you loved her flirtatious statements, it confused you. she was in a relationship with Ron. and everyone knew that. it was undeniable that you had a massive crush on her, how could you not? but it was clearly unrequited.

and while you loved everything she said to you, you knew she didn’t mean it in the way you wanted her to. it was only platonic to her. she meant it as a friend.

you took a look outside, noticing it was now dark. “i um,” you coughed, sitting up for Enid’s bed. “it’s late. i should get going.”

Enid blinked, “oh. yeah- yeah. i’ll see you… tomorrow?” she asked. you gave her a small smile and nodded. “yeah. of course.”

she followed you downstairs to the door. “bye.” she smiled at you. “bye.”

Enid pulled you into a hug unexpectedly. you wrapped your arms around her neck. you guys stayed like that for a few seconds before you pulled away.

you waved awkwardly, opening the door and leaving. after you stepped off her yard, you exhaled a breath you didn’t even realize you were holding in.

you made it back to your house and skipped up the stairs into your room. you fell back onto your bed with an exasperated sigh.

Enid went back up to her room after grabbing a bottle of water. when she closed her door, she noticed your sweater on her bed. you forgot it.

she picked it up, debating if she should quickly go to your house or return it tomorrow. before she could decide, she was knocked out of her thoughts when there was a tap on her window.

when she looked up, Ron stood there. she gave him a look before opening her window. “what are you doing?!” she hissed. “it’s late. you should be home.”

“Enid, i haven’t seen you since yesterday.” Ron told her. “are you okay or..?” his eyes trailed down to the sweater. “isn’t that Y/N’s?” he asked.

her hands fumbled with the fabric, “yeah uh… she was just here a bit ago. she left a few minutes ago.” she said quietly. there was a sudden change of aura in the room. it was heavy.

“you’ve been with her a lot.” he commented. “is that why i haven’t seen you?”

she hesitated, “yeah. it is. sorry.”

there was an awkward silence between them for a moment before he spoke up again. “i’ve seen the way you look at her, Enid.”

she sucked in a breath, “i’m sorry.” she whispered. she didn’t know what else to say.

Ron had an unreadable expression on his face. she wasn’t sure if he was pissed or sad. or maybe both.

“so, what does this mean? do you want to be with her? you want to break up?” she stared at him, unsure what to say. this was the hard part.

“i’m sorry.” she said again. there was no way she was able to hide it now, coming clean was the only option left. “i just- i didn’t want to hurt you. i didn’t know what to say to you.”

“so that’s it?” she nodded. “i’m sorry, Ron.” he nodded but didn’t say anything back. slowly, he started to back up towards the window.

“see you around, Enid.” he spoke dully before going out through the window. Enid ran her hands down her face, sighing deeply.

her mind raced. she didn’t know what was gonna happen now. how Ron was gonna handle this. but she knew it was the right thing to do.

morning hit, and the first thing Enid did was grab your sweater and leave her house. she walked the small distance to yours and knocked lightly. Rick opened the door, furrowing her eyebrows slightly.

“hey, Enid? what do you need?” he asked. “is Y/N awake? she uh, she forgot her sweater at my place last night.” she explained, holding up the sweater..

“yeah, she’s up in her room.” he moved to the side to let her in. she mumbled a quick ‘thank you’ and walked up the stairs.

your bedroom door was cracked open, so she walked right inside. you noticed her instantly, giving her a warm smile. “hey, Enid. you’re up early.” you chuckled.

she blushed, handing out your sweater. “you forgot that when you left last night. wanted to give it back.”

“oh- i didn’t even realize i forgot it. thank you, Enid.” you told her, setting it on your bed. she sat down next to you on the bed.

when you made eye contact, you frowned a bit. “you look really tired. did you get enough sleep?”

the truth is that Enid didn’t. she couldn’t stop thinking about this very moment. you knew her almost better than anyone, if she lied, you would know instantly.

“no, i didn’t.” she admitted. “what’s wrong?” you asked. your voice was full with concern.

“i uh… i broke up with Ron.” your mouth dropped open slightly. it wasn’t what you were expecting at all. “oh.” you spoke in surprise.

“um- wow. are you-

“i’m not upset.” Enid interrupted. you looked at her with confusion. “what do you mean?”

she looked at you, eyes sinking into yours. it was always easy to get lost in them. her eyes then trailed down to your lips, and before she can think it through, she pressed her lips to yours.

you sat frozen for a moment, not knowing how to process it. her hand landed on your thigh, snapping you back into reality. finally, you kissed her back.

it went on for nearly a minute, neither of you wanted to pull away from each other. when you did, she continued to hold your thigh.

“i’ve been waiting so long for that.” you told her. “i assumed you meant what you would say to me in a friendly way. i didn’t think you liked me.”

“i’m in love with you.” she corrected. “i have been. for a long time. i just didn’t know how to break it to him.” you nodded understandingly.

“so… does this mean you’re my girlfriend?” you asked with a smile. she mirrored the smile, her face burning red. “yeah. and you’re my girlfriend.”

#enid rhee #enid twd #enid rhee x reader #enid rhee x fem!reader #the walking dead x reader #twd x reader #the walking dead

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larcenywrites · 10 months

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Hey Lars! New here, but I adore your writing!

How do you think Tony would comfort you when you’re upset (whether it be sad, anxious, or overwhelmed) ?

Heya! Always glad to see new followers as well as old, especially since I’ve been in my writing slump for a while now x) I promise I usually write often, my brain just died or something around the end of May and I haven’t recovered yet 😭 but! I’m glad that what’s currently up is still being read and well-received!! Thanks for your kind words 🩵 and I hope I can make more for you soon 🤞

Also this became a lot oops

Tony isn’t a stranger to those kinds of emotions, if anxiety and/or being overwhelmed is the particular issue, but he likely has a different or perhaps even unhealthy way to manage it, or what comforts him might have the opposite effect on you! He’ll be just as stressed to see you upset, especially if you have a specific tic or behavior that lets him know it’s rough, be it pacing or sitting in the bathroom corner for a little while. Or maybe you’re just sad or down and have been laid up in the bed all day. But, he’s surprisingly able to approach the situation with plenty of calm and courage, just as with anything he faces, really!

His first instinct will be to ask what’s wrong, but that question is really more annoying than helpful, and he knows that firsthand :/

He doesn’t ever really leave you alone anyway, so you can guarantee that he’ll do just that, even if you do get standoffish, give him the cold shoulder, or straight up tell him to leave you alone. He wants to help!! He doesn’t wanna let you brood, at least not alone 😅 if he doesn’t think it’s anything too serious, when he comes to sit besides you, he’ll probably be a little dumb and mimic you, maybe you’re arms are crossed for example. If you grumble and turn away, he’ll grumble too and just scoot closer. He’s trying to make you laugh tbh, or maybe annoy you enough to finally have to talk out loud. He may ask what’s wrong, but so that he can also be upset about it! He’s persistent and annoying you is his love language, so eventually he’ll probably just end up on top of you. When he’s sad or anxious, he feels better when you’re on top of him! So maybe it helps when he also manages to twist and turn his way around you into your chest. You can’t ignore him now! If you still don’t wanna talk, he’ll still just lay there, and hopefully it helps that he’s there at all! If you do finally talk, he’ll try it best to talk through it with you, even if you just say “I don’t know” because he’s been there too! Even if you get shy about it, the best few days he’ll be working overtime, meaning: expect anything from silly post-it notes in the bathroom mirror and even in your underwear drawer, to roses left on his pillow or in the kitchen, or even cute little trinkets on the nightstand. He wants to cheer you up! And it still gives you a little space!

If the situation is a little worse, like the pacing or hiding in the bathroom, he’ll still come in and sit next to you, or if it’s pacing he won’t like- stop you, but he will say a few calm heys and hold ons and hold his hands out so you brush against them and maybe it encourages you to stop between them. In this case he will ask what’s wrong, and very tentatively take one of your hands, and try again when you pull away, just to loosely hold your hand. Obviously, you’re pacing here or hiding here because it’s a safe spot, so he won’t try to drag you out of it until he’s managed to talk you down a little, whether he knows the source of stress or not. He’ll play with your fingers and stop in the hopes that you’ll copy him, giving you something else to do that’s not as isolating or unhelpful. Even if you’d still rather sit there in silence, he’ll still walk you out if whatever that safe spot was, and instead offer a new spot, near him! Maybe he’s been in the lab or the office, he’ll keep the noise down, but it’ll probably help to be near a little more life and sound and have things to do and look at! Or maybe you two could hang out in the living room instead! He might be a little annoying in this situation, only because he might be offering various other things to do, like puzzles or games. If it was a lot and you just need to lay down (adrenaline from panic attacks or meltdowns can make for quite the energy crash!) then he’ll lay there with you and probably try to convince you to eat. He’ll even get your favorite treats delivered if you want! And tbh, he might try to immediately plan a vacation away for a few days, especially if you’ve been stressing like this in the same spots like the bedroom for a while now.

If you get anxious/overwhelmed in public, though, it might be a bit if a different story. But tbh it might not happen often? Later on, Tony isn’t much of a fan of crowds and all, so you probably don’t have to worry about that. He gets nervous out in public too! So you probably have little signals, like squeezing his/your hand or arm or something. You both probably can tell what caused the stress by now, from a line of people to dog sitting behind a bush, and can just lead one another away. But if it’s a place you can’t really leave, you’ve probably both scoped out the emptier parts of buildings or hallways beforehand to escape to.

#tony stark #tony stark x reader #tony stark headcanon #tony stark imagine #iron man #iron man x reader #iron man headcanons #iron man imagine #marvel #marvel headcanons #marvel x reader

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uninspired--poet · 2 years

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Personal update regarding my fanfiction (opinionated, for sure. I’m not deleting anything <3.):

I wrote for the warcraft fandom every day from the end of 2018 to around six months ago. Over a million and a half words in that time. I wrote for WoW and, more specifically, Sylvaina, because I loved the characters and I believed I could write them a better story than they were getting.

The ‘finishing’ of Sylvanas’s story, along with the release of her novel, have resulted in things going incredibly south for me creatively. I wrote the stories because I loved the characters, as I’ve said. Especially Sylvanas.

I thought the issue was the high demand level of my job, but it wasn’t. It was just way easier to tell myself that than to admit what had actually happened.

This ship, especially, has been. Y’know. This isn’t the first time the character I identify most with has been turned into something she was never supposed to be. But that’s fine. When the ship trend became, not only noncon, but pushback against tagging it as such, I coped. (Y’know. As well as could be expected considering the reason Sylvanas is who I identify with is that she was the epitome of a survivor character and said trend turned her into the very thing I, personally, survived.)

I even coped when this ‘trend’ became the norm, somehow. When the character’s entire point was regaining her own agency and ensuring the agency of her fellow survivors. It’s fanfiction, right? What could it hurt, right?

I’m fully aware content policing is bad. But also, I have personal opinions and beliefs and it sure does suck that the ship I started writing for to cope with escaping a really bad situation became ‘the noncon ship’.

So, first, the ship’s fandom itself made her something she wasn’t intended to be. Easy enough to deal with. I simply won’t write her like that. I’ll write her the way I think she should be written, and the way that helps me process things. I’ll do everything in my power to always write healthy, consenting relationships. I’ll even withdraw socially from most aspects of fandom because I can’t fathom interacting with anyone who thinks this characterization is ‘hot’. Because in real life, it’s very much not.

And again, the pushback against requests that this particular trigger be tagged? Probably pretty telling regarding the direction things were heading. But I kept writing! I loved the characters. I loved the people who found my works as comforting to read as I found them to write. And because I still believed I could give these characters a better story than canon. Eventually, things evened out a bit on the content being produced for this ship and I felt a lot more comfortable being involved in it on a personal level.

Now we’ve arrived back at canon. The thing I felt so compelled to fix and do better when it just got harder and harder with each content patch. And the craziest thing happened. They stopped just short of canonically giving her the exact characterization I was just addressing. But they didn’t stop before she stopped being Sylvanas Windrunner, and they didn’t stop before the entire lore of the game was irreparably broken.

And I don’t know how to fix that. After so many words and stories and ‘it doesn’t matter, I can fix it.’, I can’t, anymore. And that’s super sad for me on a personal level. I’m not sorry for any opinions I’ve expressed regarding this ship now or in the past, but I’m sorry I can’t fix it. It just feels so much like there’s nothing left to fix. I’ve definitely tried. I’ve opened my docs so, so many times. I even wrote a whole one-shot in one sitting recently. And then I found out the writer currently responsible for Sylvanas’s direction is now writing for Overwatch, which has been one of my favorite things to do since I haven’t been able to write, and I was just like, okay. Writing for Blizzard franchises is becoming genuinely upsetting, and it’s really hurting my ability to write anything at all. I need to stop trying so hard to fit a square peg in a round hole before I ruin my ability to get this creative outlet back at some point.

Anyway, this isn’t some melodramatic ‘I’m leaving forever’ thing. I just wanted to express some things after so many years of so much involvement. There’ll be fics I discontinue, and fics I’ll update when I feel like I can enjoy updating them. Probably not many, though, and I wanted to be transparent about that because there are so many of you that I’ve come to care about and enjoy seeing in my comments and notes over the years.

Also, like what you like! Don’t let me stop you or make you angry about it. If I don’t even have the strength to keep trying so hard to write about these characters, I definitely don’t have it in me to argue about tag preferences, lol. I’m not some weird overarching characterization deity. I’m just a guy with ptsd and strong opinions.

But also, tag that shit if you want to write it. Don’t negotiate about it. It’s not a debate. If someone asks you to tag a theme, just believe them when they say it hurt them, or that it could hurt others. Behavior like that sets the mood and tempo for a lot of things, and you never know who has been through what in their real life.

Anyway, it’s really a perfect storm of things except the storm has been happening for years. I’ll still update some things. I still love the character Sylvanas was. And I’ll always appreciate the journies everyone took with me. They helped me more than you’ll ever know.

I’ll see you in the next silly or gratuitous elf one-shot. Sorry about the longfics. No promises on those, for sure. <3

-Poet

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crescencestudio · 1 year

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Devlog #25 | 11.28.22

Hi everyone!

How have you all been? We are slowly approaching holiday season, so hope the end of the year has been bringing some moments of rest and connection with loved ones <3 We are back with another devlog, so let’s get into it!

Writing

Writing has been where the bulk of my time has been spent this past month. I’ve been working closely with Wudgey, our developmental editor, to flesh out routes, endings, and information cohesion between everything. We’ve officially finished the route summaries for each character, and I’m quite happy with how the lore, endings, and character development has turned out! I think the magic, backstories, and characters have really come to life after talking with them, so I’m eternally grateful <3

Aside from that, my big, big focus has been Kayn’s route. I’ve begun writing the actual script for their route based on our outline and am currently sitting at ~25k words. At first, I was beating myself up a lot with the progress --- I felt like I wasn’t moving fast enough. But now that I’m actually seeing that number and realizing that’s from one month’s work, I’m pretty proud with myself, haha! This is just a rough draft, and it doesn’t include fleshed out choices, the fun characterization scenes where we get to just have fun with the LIs, etc., but I’ve written up most of the basic plot (I’d estimate about 80%). I anticipate this first draft without fleshed out choices and extra characterization scenes will end at around 30k-35k words, so almost there!!!

Art

Last time, I showed you all one of the BGs Vui had finished. And honestly, most of the art development process has been on Vui’s side since I haven’t been spending as much time on Alaris art (((you will see why below LOL))). Above is the most recent background I got back from them, and I’m honestly blown away by how it looks. I find it so unbelievably stunning and can’t believe it’s going to be featured in the game. Hope you all like it as much as I do and are just as excited for future BGs Vui cooks up!

I have been working on some CGs, but I’ll be keeping those a secret for now hehe ^^

Additional Features

Finally, the sound and music! I’ve already started receiving some of the voiced lines back from the VAs for the demo portion. I haven’t gotten a chance to review them yet since I’ve been preoccupied, and they’re not ~as~ time sensitive. But I’m hoping to start reviewing the lines next month and hope to have a better idea of how the characters are sounding! Regardless, I’m very excited to give them a listen <3

I’ve also been working with Peter for song composition for the soundtrack. We have three songs complete, specifically the main theme song, romantic/tender track, and the tense track. I’ll be previewing them in the near future, so be on the lookout!!

"Market Research”

I’m going to have to start unironically having a spot for fanart highlights, haha! Lately, I’ve been trying to improve my rendering and other aspects of my art that I don’t have as much comfort with. Because I don’t want to only draw Alaris all the time, I use other works as a way to practice my art, so that when I work on CGs and sprites, I’ll be able to use those new techniques to hopefully deliver a better visual product for you all!

I was quite proud with how all of these came out. This month, I took a dive into Mystic Messenger and Blooming Panic, two games I’ve heard so much about but have never gotten the chance to play. I felt so inspired with both of them since I have little exposure to chat-based games and fell in love with the GUI (the discord layout of Blooming Panic is especially creative!!), characterization, and voice dynamics between the cast.

While playing games doesn’t seem directly related to game development, it helps me see what’s out there and improve on things to bring to Alaris. I’ve already gotten a lot of ideas floating around that I hope to implement, so I hope you all look forward to it! Until next month, and I wish you all an early safe, warm, and happy holidays!!! <3

#devlog #alaris

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scknight05 · 3 months

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Calling any 9-1-1 Buddie/Buck/Eddie fanfic writers, artists, and fans: I’m hoping to get your help and opinions but to keep from clogging anyone’s feed I’m gonna post the rest behind the cut.

First off I just wanna say thank you to anyone who may take the time to read this. I’m still new to the fandom but fell HARD for the characters, ESPECIALLY Buck, Eddie and Christopher. I’m hoping to try and reach out and make some new friends to discuss ideas and put up with me as I make my way through my first watch of the series in preparation for the new season coming out next month. I have a generic idea of what goes on, thanks to a multitude of clips I’ve seen between Facebook reels and YouTube. I’ve been trying to pace myself with my Hulu binge but I know I’m running out of time. I’m about to start season 3 soon and It really won’t take me long to get through that.. considering I don’t know how to hit that “stop” button to take a break. lol However right now, I’m currently sitting at my local Starbucks trying to get the creative juices flowing on one of the story ideas that I’ve come up with.

Again I’m just trying to make new friends within the fandom other than just liking and reposting posts. I’ve met a wonderful new penpal/author over on fanfiction.net and we’ve been discussing our love of writing and the show… but I feel like I’m annoying her, even though she says I’m not. So if any one would like to chat and share ideas, or just need a place to talk out ideas, feel free to hit me up!

A little about myself: I’m a 36 year old male from the southeast US, South Carolina to be exact. Mostly my fandoms revolve around sci-fi themed shows with a few outliers. 9-1-1 has earned its place in my list of favorite fandoms NOT fitting into that category. As far as the writing goes, I’m actually trying to get back into that. I’ve always been a creative type of some kind and unfortunately my life doesn’t allow enough time for me to explore all options of artistic expression I’d like to try, so I kinda have to rotate my interests every now and then. But writing has been something that I’ve been wanting to get back to for a while now and Buck and Eddie have reignited that spark.

So yeah, if anyone wants to share their love of the characters, the show, their art of any kind. Don’t be afraid to say hi. I guess that’s advice I need to take myself because I’ve come across so many wonderful blogs with some amazing writers/stories and I haven’t been able to work up the nerve to say “hi!” One of the curses of how my brain works.

Anyway… yeah.. thanks for reading this and I look forward to trying to meet new people!

#me #personal #ramblings #9 1 1 #9 1 1 fanfiction #9 1 1 buddie #evan buck buckely #Oliver stark #eddie diaz #ryan guzman #reaching out to meet new people #9 1 1 fandom #9 1 1 fan art

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idiotlovesongs · 11 months

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The Letters pt. 4

Dear Will,

It sucks going from Lenora to Hawkins. I get that I probably didn’t get the full Lenora experience since I visited for only a week, but it was fun being there with you and El. I missed you guys. I miss you guys. I’m stuck in stupid fucking Hawkins where the people are dicks, and there’s nothing to do anymore, and I’m so tired all the time.

Maybe it’s my fault that I’m tired. It is currently 2:00 A.M., and I have to get up in four hours. You noticed it while I was there, but I haven’t been able to fall asleep lately. Lately can be used if I mean two months ago, right? Either way, I just can’t seem to do it. Sometimes I can take a nap when Holly doesn’t bother me. Do you think we were annoying to Nancy and Jonathan when we were her age? Holly really is working my last nerve. She sees that I’m pissed already and chooses that exact moment to poke the bear. Then she gets all weepy when I snap. If I cried every time Nance told me to leave her alone when I was Holly’s age, I would have never stopped.

Anyways, yeah, you saw that I wasn’t sleeping. I still don’t know how you heard me leave your room. I thought I was being quiet. It was nice walking around with you, even if your mom yelled at us for going out past 1:00 A.M. You always know what to say when I’m being dumb.

My mom keeps trying to talk to me about my sleeping problems, but it’s weird having heart-to-hearts with her. It’s usually the two of us at the dining table, sitting across from one another. She tries to reach her for my hand, and I put it under the table because it feels so fucking patronizing to have her stroke my hand and ask me what’s wrong. What the fuck does she think is wrong? I’m just tired. I try to tell her that and she keeps digging. She has one set of claws in my shoulder so I don’t run away and another down my throat hoping I vomit up whatever answer she’s expecting.

She always brings you up, you know. She thinks I’m still messed up about you leaving. Fucking hell, you cry in your mom’s arms once about something, and she won’t let it go. I think that’s part of the reason she was so eager to let me go to Lenora.

I told my dad that I think I want to move to California after I finish high school, and he just shut me down completely. Way to go supporting your kid. 10/10 parenting right there. He thinks I’ll be living in his basement for all my life. They both do. They say that’s where I spend all my time anyways. Maybe if there was some shit to do in this town, I’d fucking go out more. Maybe if they were actually nice to be around, I would leave more often. They complain about never seeing me, but when they do, they’re always on my dick about something.

If I moved to Cali for college, would you want to be roommates? I know it’s a ways away, but it would suck to have rando when I could be with you. It’ll be like when you used to stay over and we’d sleep in the basement, except we’d have real beds. I guess part of the appeal was sleeping on the floor though. It sucks we grew out of our sleeping bags. We should buy an adult size and pretend we’re in my basement again one day. Or you could visit and we could actually stay there.

I wish you were coming here for Christmas. Both of you. Have you opened your present yet or are you waiting? We should open our presents on the phone with each other so I at least get to hear your reaction. You don’t mind surprises so I doubt you’re thinking about it too hard.

I should probably try to sleep now. It’s been, like, an hour since I’ve started writing.

From, Mike

pt. 1, pt. 2 pt. 3, pt. 5

#byler #byler fanfic #byler fic #mike wheeler #will byers #mike x will #will x mike #mike wheeler centric #brief mentions of joyce el karen holly ted nancy and jonathan #the letters

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darlingpoppet · 6 months

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[20 Question Fic Writer Tag]

Tagged by @johaerys-writes (who is always welcome to tag me in stuff whenever they want because it makes my day every time <3)

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 16 as of now. I have another fic I’m not yet allowed to publish outside of its anthology that I’d like to upload eventually, and I also have new WIP currently in the works, so the number is slowly growing!

2. What is your AO3 word count? 128,406… I’ve only been actively publishing on my AO3 account for about 2 years so I’d say it’s a pretty decent output!

3. What fandoms do you write for? Right now just two: Shingeki no Kyojin/Attack on Titan (mostly Eruri), and Patrochilles (from The Iliad/Hades/TSOA/etc. because it’s better to say the ship itself is the fandom right? lol) Although Hades in itself can perhaps be considered a separate third category because that particular spin on Greek Mythology & its interpretation of Patrochilles has particularly captured my imagination, and because I’ve written for other ships in that universe like PZA and MZT

4. What are your top five fics by kudos? In descending order: Pressed Flowers, Strain, Upon A Lazy Bed, Once More, and Closest To My Heart (the latter two are currently tied for 4th but Closest might eke ahead once this is posted haha.) I actually really love how these are a pretty good representative sample of my works: Eruri, Patrochilles (TSOA-verse & Hades-verse), PZA; some smutty, some angsty & some sweet; their ratings are all that AO3 offers: 1 G, 1 T, 1 M, & 2 E. I’m a bit sad that as of this writing Where The Dead Forget has been knocked out of the top 5 but since it’s still an ongoing WIP that’s only like 25% done, assuming its readership grows, it’ll certainly claw its way back up through the rankings lol

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? I do my best to respond! I like to show my gratitude to anyone who kindly takes the time to share their thoughts, and also I love to be able to discuss the story & characters when I have the opportunity! I’ve done my best to be diligent about responding ever since I started posting Patrochilles fics but unfortunately I still have an accumulated backlog from the earlier days of posting… my inbox is sitting at an ignominious 28 “unreads” atm (although I promise I did read & savor each one! I’ll respond eventually, I promise!!)

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Pressed Flowers and Upon A Lazy Bed both have pretty bittersweet endings. Closest To My Heart has a “happy” ending that in the context of the rest of the story is in fact rather bleak, and I’ve rightfully gotten a lot of feedback that people found it pretty unsettling, haha.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Nonbiri-ya, perhaps? Or perhaps it’s Sea Of Love, if you’re a Hadesgame enjoyer who’s also familiar with the Achilles myths and the prophecies about his life

8. Do you get hate on fics? I haven’t received any so far. If anyone dislikes what I’m cooking up they’re gratefully keeping it to themselves or at least where I can’t see it, haha.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Yes and this year especially I’ve been trying to get better at it! I’ve always personally enjoyed smut that’s used as a vehicle for character/relationship study, that combo of eroticism + emotion is soooo good. As for what kind it is… uhhhh I’m not sure since I’ve done everything from tender & romantic, “fade-to-black” scenes to dead dovey fetish fuel and everything in between, lol. I hope I write the kind of smut that’s hot I guess uwu

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written? Not really, unless you’d consider mixing & matching details of different Greek mythology retellings into a new story to be a crossover… but personally I don’t think it counts haha. Sea Of Love in some ways feels like a TSOA/Hades crossover but I think it’s more just the vibes since it was still my aim to depict Hadesgame versions of Patrochilles during their childhood

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I know of… hopefully not haha

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? I’ve translated several of my own fics into Japanese for doujinshi publishing purposes: The Upper Hand, Stomach & Heart, Odd One Out, and one more that isn’t on AO3 yet called LoveSick Arrows. I also translated Upon A Lazy Bed into Japanese for fun over a year ago and I’ve been meaning to post it for ages but my partner who usually betas my translations still hasn’t looked it over haha. My fic Harmony was translated into Russian and Ukrainian as part of a fandom group project. Also, I once received a request from someone who wanted to translate The Upper Hand into Russian. Not sure if it ever happened… perhaps it’s out there somewhere on ficbook, though I’m not sure where! (If anyone knows I’d love to link back to it!)

13. Have you ever cowritten a fic before? No, never! I’m not sure how a writing collaboration works exactly but it might be fun to try sometime!

14. What's your all-time favourite ship? Oh god… I mean I would have to say it’s eruri right? Just for the sheer amount of time & the degree I’ve gone hard for this ship… all the friendships I made and the person I’ve become literally would not have been possible without it. My comparatively recent foray into writing has come at a time when that passion is in a more dormant period though. And instead I’m having a lot of fun writing with Patrochilles which I can already tell will be another all-timer for me (two years ago me would probably be surprised to know that current me is taking Classical Greek lessons because the hyperfixations cannot be controlled, amirite?) I’ve enjoyed a lot of ships but I’ve had so few genuine OTPs my whole life because once I fall in love with a ship I fall HARD. Probably the only other one that has genuinely changed my life like Eruri and Patrochilles have is Wolfstar… that one definitely comes with a lot of bittersweetness but at least I can still say I have a lot good memories attached to it <3

15. What's a WIP you'd like to finish but doubt you ever will? I wanna say “never say never” because every time I look through my WIPs and fic ideas I’m always like “oh this was so good! I should return to it!” I had always wanted to do my own “Erwin lives” fic but I’m not sure exactly if I have enough passion atm to bring something interesting or unique to that little sub-genre. Maybe someday, if I have a good enough idea. I’ve also for the longest time had a “what if Erwin joined the Military Police instead of the Survey Corps” story idea because back in the early days of the eruri fandom there were a lot of popular fanon & AUs where Erwin was an MP or ex-MP (probably popularized by Audacity?) That mini-genre pretty much died out once we learned his canon backstory but I still wanted to do one in conversation/playing with the canon, because I think that would be an interesting vehicle to explore his character motivations by considering an alternative & I think I could make a neat little political thriller out of it. Again, maybe someday. I think the only WIP I have actually talked about that’s well & truly “dead” is the Achilles POV fic I said I was writing in the notes for Upon A Lazy Bed. It was just too episodic and I could never really come up with a proper narrative through-line for it. On the bright side, much of what I had written for it and its overall thesis statement ended up getting repurposed for Where The Dead Forget, so at least it lives now as something else. There are still a couple orphan stand-alone episodes from it that I still quite like, so maybe I’ll publish them as a little TSOA-verse drabble collection or something someday.

16. What are your writing strengths? I think I’m pretty good at creating a certain tone and atmosphere. I also think I’m getting good at making my prose flow in a rhythmically pleasing way. A friend once called my writing “lyrical” & I think it was one of the kindest compliments I’ve ever gotten ;o;

17. What are your writing weaknesses? I said this in an earlier ask meme but I don’t think I’m very good at action scenes, it’s hard for me to make a sequence of actions both interesting & make sense and I don’t really enjoy writing them haha. They’re harder than sex scenes too because at least in those you can weave in a lot more emotions among the “choreography”. Also: long-form serialized storytelling does not come naturally to me at all and I’m unsure if I do a good job with things like pacing or being able to clearly see both the forest & trees. Time will tell I guess lol. On that note, I’m also a pretty slow writer. I am Not that author who gives regular weekly/monthly updates haha.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? Personally I don’t really encounter this often but when I do it’s usually demonstrating a language barrier between the characters, or something being purposely obfuscated from the reader, which I think is all fine & legit. I suppose you would see it more often between characters who are understood to not actually be speaking in the language of the fic, yeah? I was reading a novel recently that was injecting all sorts of words & phrases in the language of the setting and idk… I guess it added to the atmosphere but when I can’t understand what they’re saying even though it’s something the pov character is meant to understand then it starts to feel a bit alienating and I don’t like it, haha.

19. First fandom you wrote for? Gundam Wing, I think? LMFAO! I was 12 and I wrote some kind of AU where they all go to camp and I’m pretty sure it was pure tween cringe haha. The first fandom in which I posted more publicly was Harry Potter. The only one I really remember from back then was a James/Sirius fic I wrote when I was 16 that nowadays would be considered dd content… it’s probably lost to the sands of time but even now I still think the concept was solid uwu

20. Favourite fic you've ever written? The ones I’ve always felt pretty stoked on since posting them are Upon A Lazy Bed and Closest To My Heart… both of them because I enjoyed toying with the ideas behind them, and to me they successfully evoke the atmosphere and emotional responses I was going for. And if I can continue make my writing as pretty as I think UALB ended up being I’ll be very happy indeed! Also: I felt kind of iffy on LoveSick Arrows (the one not on AO3 yet) when I first submitted it but recently I reread it and I think it turned out way better than I gave it credit for… it might be my favorite eruri fic to date :)

Tagging @galpalpetraral @zorthania @lostcauses-noregrets @he1chouarts @goddamnchou @ladymacbethsspot & @elemmacil <3 Also belatedly tagging @sonderous-opia because I couldn’t remember what your tumblr account name was until now ;o;

#eruri #patrochilles #wolfstar #hades game #the iliad #the song of achilles #shingeki no kyojin #my fics

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