#and super quick bc they’re so short

[justworm]

i made some chicken socks :]

pattern: https://www.ravelry.com/patterns/library/eggs-for-easter-2

#knitting #hand knitted #knit socks #handmade #the pattern is eggs for easter from the book charming colourwork socks! #these were so fun to knit #and super quick bc they’re so short #wormurs

[riordanness]

bad blood - [h.haddock]

8.2K wordcount

warnings: death mention, panic attack mentions

requested: no

a/n: i usually don’t do author’s notes on my fics bc i don’t think i have really anything to say lmao. however. i wanted to say a quick word about this one, as it’s a kind of old piece but one i was extremely proud of and worked really hard to complete. i loved the humorous parts i wrote, loved the character arc i gave y/n, and just in general really liked how my writing turned out. also, it’s the second longest one-shot (currently) i’ve ever written! anyways, enjoy my lovelies <3

I disliked Hiccup Haddock more than anything else in the entire world. I didn’t like him at all for a very long time, but… well, here is our story.

“Hey love.” A voice appeared next to my shoulder, and I rolled my eyes.

“Go away, Hiccup,” I demanded, refusing to look at him. I was carving a spear out of a wooden stick, so I kept my focus on my knife running back and forth along the wood.

Even without looking at him, I could tell he had a smirk on his face. “Oh love,” he whined. “I want to talk to you.”

He tugged on one of my small braids that ran down the sides of my hair. I whacked his hand away, still not looking at him. “I said go away,” I said again.

He laughed. “I know.”

“So leave me alone.”

A moment’s pause. “But why?”

“Because I hate you and don’t want you around, annoying me to death. I’m busy.”

“But you’re fun to annoy.”

I turned on him, fiercely glaring up at him. The worst thing about Hiccup was how tall he was compared to me. He wasn’t even that tall, I was just super short. Hiccup was a full head higher than me.

Hiccup had a smirk playing around his mouth. “Hey shortcake.”

I hit him. “Shut up, Hiccup.”

“Aww, c’mon sweetheart. I’m bored.”

“That’s nice.” I crossed my arms protectively. Not that Hiccup would ever actually hurt me. Honestly, if it came down to me being in danger, I was pretty sure he’d defend me. I’d known him longer than anybody else I knew.

I might hate him, but it was the truth. Hiccup was an asshole, but I knew deep down he didn’t absolutely hate me. I guess I didn’t hate him, either. He was just a total pain.

“Go ride Toothless or make a friend or do something. Just leave me alone. I don’t care to see you.”

Hiccup sighed, running a hand through his ruffled brown hair. His green eyes flickered with amusement. “Okay, love. I’ll see you later.”

“Don’t call me that.”

He winked. “Sorry love.”

I resisted the childish urge to stamp my foot. “Hiccup!”

He held up his hands. “Okay… okay.” I almost thought he might actually be genuine, until he smirked. “I’ll stop calling you love… darling.”

I knew there was no shutting him up. I turned on my heel without a word, and stamped angrily into my cabin, slamming the door behind me.

Three seconds passed, then there was a knock on the door. I opened it. “Hiccup, go away!”

Hiccup stood there, grinning mischievously. “Fine, fine. Bye, you.”

I rolled my eyes and shut the door. I’d only just turned around when another knock sounded. I gritted my teeth. “Stupid little —“

I opened the door again and stopped short. “Oh! Stoick. Um, hi.” I swallowed. “Sorry, I, uh, I thought you were Hiccup.”

Stoick looked amused. “That’s alright, y/n.”

“Um, would you like to come in?” I offered.

Stoick nodded, and stepped inside. I suddenly felt very conscious of how messy the place was. I didn’t spend much time here, preferring to roam outside or stay at Astrid, my best friend’s house.

“How are you faring up?” Stoick asked.

I shrugged. “I’m okay. Still getting used to the fact that they’re gone, but, you know. It’s okay. I’m okay.”

Stoick nodded. “If you ever need anything, feel free to let me or Hiccup know.”

I groaned internally. “Yeah, like I’d ever ask him for help,” I muttered.

I hadn’t intended for him to hear, but Stoick chuckled softly. “He doesn’t hate you, you know.”

“Sure,” I said. “Because he thinks I’m fun to annoy.”

“That’s not it.”

I waited, but he didn’t elaborate. “O…kay…” I said slowly. “Um. Great. Well, it’s getting late, so if you don’t mind, uh…”

“Oh! Sure, sure,” Stoick said. “Have a good night, y/n.”

A long time after he left, I stood in my empty, cold house, staring at the door, wishing for something to come and fill the hole that was forming inside of me.

“Y/n, did you hear?”

I turned to my best friend. “Um. No. What happened?”

Astrid brushed her hair out of her eyes. “Stoick just told Hiccup he’s going to become chief soon.”

“Cool.” I returned to making the leather straps I’d been softening for my future dragon’s saddle.

See, the thing is, I don’t have a dragon. I know, that’s so weird, everyone in Berk has one, but I’m, well… a dragon killed my parents a few years ago. I’ve never liked them anyways, but after that, I’ve struggled a lot with my feelings about dragons. I’m sure one day I will overcome this fear inside me and own a dragon, but right now? No way.

“That’s all?” Astrid looked offended. “Y/n, that’s so much cooler than cool.” She suddenly laughed. “You know what this means?”

I frowned a little. “No..?”

“Hiccup has to choose a bride.”

I blinked. “Really? Um, so?”

Astrid rolled her eyes, elbowing me as she sat beside me on the ground. “You know you’re in love with him, y/n/n.”

I pretended to gag. “Ugh, as if! Astrid, you know I hate him. I don’t care at all about him in any way, especially not in a romantic way. I don’t care a single little bit if he has to choose a bride.”

“Sure.” Astrid smirked. “You’re secretly hoping he’ll choose you, aren’t you?”

I shot her a glare that warned her to shut up. “He’ll choose you and you know it,” I said.

Astrid wrinkled her nose. “I doubt it,” she said. “Hiccup and I literally never talk. Besides, everybody knows that me and Stormfly are a forever couple.”

I shook my head at her, but I had to smile. “Well, he won’t choose me, and I don’t care about it anyway.”

Astrid looked like she wanted to argue, but she shut her mouth when she noticed someone walking over to us. When I saw who it was, I sighed.

“What do you want?” I demanded.

“Gee, you’re lovely today, darling,” Hiccup teased, plopping himself down next to us.

“Excuse me,” I pointed out. “We didn’t invite you to sit with us.”

Astrid glanced at me, a smirk playing around her mouth. Her eyes were twinkling. I glared at her. I hate you, I mouthed.

I swung one leg over the log so my back was to Hiccup. “So, Astrid,” I said, a little too loudly. “What do you want to do this afternoon?”

“I’m taking Stormfly out for a ride,” Astrid replied. “You’re welcome to join —“

“No,” I said instantly. “Uh, I mean. No thank you. I’m good.” My hands trembled ever so slightly. I coughed, swallowed, and picked up my leather strap, gripping it tightly to stop the shaking.

Hiccup poked his head over my shoulder. “You know—“

I elbowed him in the ribs so hard he tumbled off the log. “Whoa!” he yelped. “Jeez, y/n!”

“Sorry,” I apologised. “I- you startled me.”

Hiccup rolled his eyes. “No I didn’t. You just like hitting people.”

My mouth tightened. “No I don’t. And stop calling me a liar!”

“When did I call you a liar?” He got to his feet, one arm cradling his ribcage. “You’re violent for literally no reason.”

I glared at him. “You just said I was lying. And I didn’t even hit you that hard.”

Hiccup winced. “Uh- yeah you actually did. I think you broke a rib or something.”

I slammed my work to the ground, getting to my feet and facing the boy. “Stop avoiding the fact that you called me a liar! I never ever ever make up anything.”

My eyes glittered with unwanted tears. Involuntary memories sprang into my mind. My parents hugging me. My father’s voice in my hair, my younger voice begging them to promise to return soon. “Of course we will return, darling,” my father said. “We’ve never lied to you, have we now?”

I blinked, forcing the tears away. I hated crying in any situation, but I wouldn’t be able to stand crying in front of Hiccup. I’d never live it down.

“Whatever.” Hiccup glanced at me. His voice suddenly changed. “Want to see something amazing?”

“Yeah,” I grumbled. “The retreating back of your head would be great, thanks.”

Hiccup rolled his eyes. “I’m serious.”

“So am I!” I turned away from him, and only then did I realise Astrid was nowhere to be seen. She must’ve snuck away while Hiccup and I were arguing.

Hiccup’s hand grabbed my shoulder and spun me around. “C’mon,” he pleaded, and his voice sounded genuinely kind. “It’ll be fun.”

I rolled my eyes. “If I come with you, do you promise to leave me alone after?”

Hiccup nodded.

“Fine,” I muttered. “Where are we going?”

He grinned mischievously. “You’ll see.”

Hiccup turned, and I had no choice but to follow; partly because I was curious, and partly because I wanted him to leave me alone, and this was the only way to guarantee that.

We entered the woods that surrounded the village, and I began to get suspicious. “Hiccup?” I asked. “Where exactly are we going?”

He didn’t answer for almost a minute. “You’ll see.”

I rolled my eyes. “First, that’s not a proper answer. Two, don’t you think that you should tell me before you drag me off somewhere?”

He laughed. “C’mon. Don’t you ever do anything adventurous or risky?”

“Yes,” I answered. “I talk to you.”

“Hey!” He shot me a playful glare.

I managed a smirk. “No, but seriously. Where are you taking me?”

He glanced at me over his shoulder. “Okay. Just stay here a moment. I’ll be right back.”

I frowned, and opened my mouth to complain, but before I could say anything, Hiccup had disappeared into the trees. I had no choice but to wait where I was.

Only a few minutes later, I heard a rush of wind, and a midnight-black dragon landed in front of me. Hiccup sat astride Toothless, one hand in the air.

I yelped, taking a few quick steps backward. “I- shoot, Hiccup. Why are you…” My voice died as Toothless stared at me. A shiver ran down my spine, making me feel sick to my stomach.

“Y/n, it’s fine,” Hiccup assured. “He won’t hurt you. Will ya, bud?”

I shook my head, my throat tightening. “I- no. I can’t do this, Hiccup.” I took another step back, my entire body beginning to shake. This. This what had killed my parents. Dragons couldn’t be trusted. No matter how much Hiccup had tried to convince the village, I would never trust anyone, or anything, ever again.

Hiccup frowned. “Fine.” He leaned down and patted Toothless on the neck. “C’mon, bud. Let’s go.”

Without another word, Toothless spread his wings and they soared into the air.

I stood stock still for a whole minute before I realised I was holding my breath. I let it out all in a rush, and staggered a little. I reached out to hold onto a tree truck for support. My legs felt wobbly and unstable.

I decided it was best if I headed back for the village. I didn’t want to hang around in the woods today anymore. I had a sour taste in my mouth, and I needed some water.

I was twenty meters away from my cabin door when suddenly the ground beneath me was swept away. The village got smaller and smaller, and then I realised what was happening.

“Hiccup Haddock!” I shrieked. Toothless was holding onto my forearms, and I was suspended in the air.

“Yes, m’lady?”

“I am going to kill you!” I yelled up at him, panic temporarily pushing aside my utter agony at being defenceless against a dragon.

“Toothless, put her down,” Hiccup commanded.

Toothless flew around a huge pine tree that was significantly taller than most of the forest, and promptly dropped me onto its highest branches.

I clung to the tree truck, shaking. Tears clogged up my throat, and my legs were so trembly I thought I was going to fall and die.

“Y/n.”

At the sound of Hiccup’s voice, I slowly turned to face him. He looked almost sorry, but I knew that was impossible. The little wretch was trying to make me terrified, for what reason I could only guess. This was his biggest prank yet.

“Hiccup,” I said, trying to keep my voice level (and failing), “you will get me down from here, now.” I gripped the tree tighter. “You will take me home this instant, and you will never ever talk to me again. Do you understand?”

He blinked. “But—“

“Do you understand?!” I yelled.

“Fine,” he sighed. “Here.” He held out his hand.

I stared at it for a second, then gingerly reached out and rested my fingertips on his palm. A tingle ran up the length of my arm. He gripped my wrist, and pulled me up onto the dragon behind him.

Every part of my body that was in contact with the dragon’s felt heated up, like I could burst into flames at any moment. My head pounded in sync with my heartbeat, and my palms were getting sweaty. I was, in short, absolutely terrified.

“… let her down slowly.”

I realised Hiccup was talking. “You got that, bud?”

Toothless made an exasperated grunt, sounding more like a sarcastic teenager than a dragon. That didn’t make me feel any better.

Toothless slowly spread his wings, and for a second, I almost relaxed. Maybe he would fly down gently like Hiccup had asked.

The next second, my illusion shattered. Toothless took off so fast I almost toppled off. I was forced to grab onto the nearest thing to stay onboard (on-dragon?). Unfortunately, that thing happened to be Hiccup.

Whatever. I’d rather not die today. I gripped his shoulders so tightly my knuckles turned white. I squeezed my eyes shut tightly, as if not seeing would make it better for me.

The wind whipped in my ears, blowing my dark hair all around my face. I was so scared, so worried, so distraught I felt like crying. I couldn’t, though. I wasn’t dumb enough to cry in front of Hiccup. He would never let me hear the end of it.

Suddenly, I felt the dragon beneath me twisting sideways. We started spinning, twirling in tight circles. My grip tightened on Hiccup’s shoulders.

Someone was screaming, and I was like eighty-five percent sure it was me.

“Toothless!” Hiccup yelled. “Stop this right now! You’re scaring her!”

Toothless took that as a challenge, and dove toward the ocean a hundred feet below. He showed absolutely no signs of slowing or stopping in any way. I opened my eyes, wanting to at least be able to see something in case I died because of this.

“Thanks for nothing, you useless reptile,” Hiccup muttered. I slowly began to realise that maybe Hiccup wasn’t the one at fault here. Of course. It was the dragon’s fault. Dragons weren’t to be trusted, which was exactly what I’d been thinking this whole time.

Just as we were about to hit the water, Toothless opened up his wings. We shot upward, soaring towards the sugar-spun clouds above us.

We levelled out, and my muscles lost some of their tension. Toothless floated in the air, almost flying gently now. I remembered how to breathe, and let out a long, breathless sigh.

“Hiccup,” I managed, my voice hoarse. “I am going to murder you.”

I melted into him, partly in relief that I wasn’t dead, partly in exhausted terror. My arms went around his waist, my forehead falling to rest on his back. My eyes fluttered shut, and a lone tear streaked down my cheek.

Hiccup didn’t say anything for a long while, and so neither did I. Toothless flew long and slow and level, giving me the slightest chance of not murdering him, too.

I’m not sure how long we stayed like that. All I remember is Hiccup’s voice saying softly, “Sweet dreams, love,” before I fell into the welcome arms of sleep.

I woke slowly, curled in a ball inside a warm, soft bed that didn’t feel like mine. When I finally opened my eyes, I realised why it didn’t feel familiar. I wasn’t even in my house.

I sat up, looking around, trying to work out where I was. With a start, I couldn’t even think of a time I’d been inside any other houses in the village except for Astrid’s. I had no idea whose house this was.

“Morning, m’lady,” said a deep voice from the top of the stairs.

I groaned internally. “Oh, gosh, of course it’s you.” I found myself pulling my fingers through my hair, brushing it as nearly as I could, straightening my shirt, rubbing the sleep from my eyes.

I dragged myself out of the bed. I was still dressed in the same clothes as yesterday, my usual top and skirt combo, with leggings underneath for warmth. My boots were lying on the floor, so I yanked them on.

I glanced up at Hiccup, who was hanging over the banisters, watching me. With a jolt, all the memories of yesterday flooded in.

Red-hot anger filled me. I clenched my fists. “Are you gonna come down here, or should I just murder you up there?”

Hiccup’s eyes widened. “I- what?”

“You heard me,” I muttered. My knife was missing from my belt, which was just great. I’d probably lost in on that horrific flight yesterday.

I stomped up the stairs, stopping on the one below the one Hiccup was standing on. He leaned against the banister, raising an eyebrow at me.

“Hey shortcake,” he whispered teasingly. “Sleep well?”

I gritted my teeth. “You are so beyond dead right now, Hiccup.”

He chuckled. “Hey. Blame Toothless, alright? There was nothing I could do!”

I wanted to roll my eyes. “Um, okay. And he’s your dragon.”

“That doesn’t mean I can control him!”

I didn’t answer, my gaze sliding away from Hiccup. I sighed, laid my palm on the cold wood banister. “I don’t ever want you to talk to me again, okay? I don’t want to see you; I don’t want to hear you. I don’t even want to know you exist.”

I felt a glistening tear streak its way down my cheek, dripping off the bottom of my chin. “Just—“ My voice broke. “Just leave me alone.”

I turned, and ran out of the house, leaving his door wide open. I headed for the only place I could think of; the woods.

I didn’t stop running until I was deep in the forest, surrounded by unfamiliar trees. I dropped to my knees in the dirt, buried my face in my hands and cried.

Hours later, I slowly rose to my feet. It was growing steadily dark, and the cold was seeping into my bone. I shivered, and wrapped my arms around myself as I walked around in a small circle.

I realised, horrified, that I was completely lost. I had no idea whatsoever where I was, which direction the village was, or what time of day it even was right now.

I eventually sat down on a rock, pulling my knees up to my chest. The darkness was growing. Soon, I didn’t think I would be able to see a thing. I began to get worried.

Who knew what things might be hiding in the shadows? My hand instinctively went to my belt, my my knife was gone. I cursed under my breath, and stood, pressing my back against a tree. I figured it would be safer than sitting on an exposed rock.

I shivered, wrapping my arms tighter around myself, my eyes turning towards the sky, hoping, for some insane reason, that someone might be out there looking for me.

Who was I kidding? Who was there that even cared about me that much? I didn’t have parents who were waiting back at home, wondering how late I was going to stay out. I didn’t have siblings who would notice my absence.

Astrid wouldn’t notice this late at night. I tended to wander during the day; she was used to that, but at night it wouldn’t even occur to her that I was anywhere but home.

Hiccup briefly crossed my mind, but I truly did not think he cared about me that much. I didn’t even want him to. I was still so mad at Hiccup, thinking about him made it hard to breathe. I hated him.

“I hate Hiccup Haddock,” I whispered under my breath, trying to make myself feel better. My breath made a wisp of steam in the cold air. I watched it as it floated into nothingness.

My vision suddenly blurred, but I couldn’t tell if it was because of exhaustion or tears. I slumped down to the ground, my legs giving way. I drew my knees close to my chest, hugging them to me. My chin rested on my knees, gazing out at the woods, though I could barely make out anything anymore. I couldn’t even see my own hand clearly, let alone anything else.

I’m not sure how long I sat there, but eventually, I slipped into a deep sleep, half-frozen, chilled to the bone, alone and crying in the darkness.

“Y/n! Y/n? Y/n/n?!”

My eyes fluttered open. I groaned in pain. I felt someone’s arms encircling me, carrying me, but I couldn’t make out anything. Everything was blurred, hazy. The person carrying me was talking, but it sounded far away and watery.

I slumped against the person’s shoulder, closing my eyes. I was tired: so, so tired. Everything ached; my head pounded and throbbed.

I don’t think I feel back asleep, but I wasn’t really aware of anything for a long while. Finally, the person slowed to a walk, and laid me down on a couch or a bed or something. A cup was held to my lips, and I gratefully accepted the water.

I blinked several times, and my eyes focused on a very familiar looking boy, who’s green eyes were staring down at me, full of concern.

“Hiccup?” I asked weakly. “What are you…?”

“I found you in the middle of the woods,” Hiccup replied, his eyes darkening slightly. “Are you okay? Do you need anything else? More water? Are-are you warm enough?”

I laid my head back, rubbing my thumb against my throbbing temple. I let out a long sigh, whether it was of annoyance or exhaustion or pain, I wasn’t sure.

“I hate you so much,” I muttered.

“Gee, thanks,” Hiccup answered. He held the back of his hand against my forehead, testing my temperature. “You don’t seem to be too sick. I think you’re going to be okay,” he said, almost to himself.

“I’m not sick at all,” I said firmly. “I don’t even know why you’re taking care of me. I don’t need you. You—“ My voice suddenly broke with emotion. “You did this to me.”

Hiccup’s eyes filled with sorrow. “Look, Y/n/n—“

“Don’t call me that,” I snapped.

He blinked. “Y/n. I-I am so sorry for what happened yesterday. I, well, I thought it might make it better if you saw that dragons aren’t always vicious. Um…” He glanced down, rubbing the back of his neck. “Toothless didn’t really get the memo.”

He looked at me. “I’m really sorry, Y/n. And I hope that maybe someday you can find it in you to forgive me.” He stood, brushed off his pants, and left, closing the door gently behind him.

I lay there for a while, staring up at the ceiling. I hadn’t noticed it at first, but Hiccup had brought me home. I was in my bed, in my house. I could hear small noises from downstairs, which meant that Hiccup was still here. I wasn’t sure what he was doing down there, but I didn’t really care.

What I cared about right now was what he’d said. And what it had made happen inside of me. Was I really as mad at him as I thought I was? After all, he’d gone out and found me, brought me home, taken care of me. Maybe he’d been trying to be nice, and it really was Toothless who had been doing all those things to me. (Which just proved all my theories that dragons weren’t to be trusted).

I thought again of Hiccup’s eyes staring down at me, his sad voice asking me for forgiveness. The worry in his expression when he asked if I was okay. I hated how much I’d liked that. I hadn’t ever been in love, or even had a crush on anyone. I wasn’t sure if this even was a crush, but if it was, I didn’t like it.

I didn’t like the swirling in my stomach when I heard Hiccup’s voice. I hated how much I suddenly wanted him near me. I disliked how I kind of trusted him. I didn’t want to be in love. I didn’t want to have somebody I believed in again.

Last time I’d loved someone, trusted someone, all they’d done was break my heart and leave me forever. My parents. I wondered if part of my hatred inside was because I’d never truly forgiven them for leaving. For dying and not coming back for me like they’d sworn they would. I blinked back tears, brushing my cheeks with the back of my hand.

I swung my legs out of the bed, standing. I swayed a bit at first, but I forced myself to be steady. I yanked on my boots and slowly pushed open my bedroom door. I stepped out onto the landing, peeping over the edge of the banisters.

Hiccup was down in the kitchen. I was shocked at how much cleaner everything looked. I barely ever tidied up. Not that things got particularly dirty, as I spent little time here, but dust had certainly stocked up over the years. Hiccup had scrubbed away the five years of dirt from my home, and it was sparkling.

Something smelled good, too. It hit me like a brick wall that the fire was going, and Hiccup was cooking something over it. It looked like soup or something similar. I hadn’t had a home cooked meal for ages. I hated cooking, so I just lived on things I grew in the garden, or tidbits from friends.

I shifted slightly, and a floorboard underneath me creaked. Hiccup glanced up, and when he saw me, a slight smile flickered across his face. “Hey,” he said.

“Hey,” I said back, not sure what else to say. I mean, I’d just yelled at him, and made it pretty clear I didn’t ever want to talk to him again. What do you say to someone who’s just cleaned your entire house and taken care of you after you told them that? “What are you making?”

Hiccup glanced down at the pot he was stirring, then back up at me. “Chicken and potato soup. Want some?”

I hesitated, but nodded, with a small shrug. “Why not.” I slowly walked down the stairs, my eyes on Hiccup the whole time. I couldn’t seem to tear my eyes away from him.

He noticed me staring and smiled nervously. “What? Am I in trouble?”

I found myself slowly shaking my head. “No, I don’t think so.” I allowed myself a small, watery smile. “At least not yet.”

Hiccup grinned. “Good. Now sit down and eat.”

I obeyed, setting myself down at the old dining table. I wiped my palm on the wood, expecting it to be coated it dirt, but it shone with new cleanliness. My eyes suddenly filled with tears.

“Hiccup…” was all I could manage.

Immediately, Hiccup knelt in front of me. “What’s wrong?” he asked, almost urgently, staring up into my eyes. “Are you alright?”

I swallowed. “You-you cleaned the house… you’re cooking… I- you…” I let out a broken sob.

For so long, so one had cared. Astrid cared the most, but she was busy with Stormfly and her new baby brother and life in general. She’d offered a few times to have me stay with her and her family, but I’d known that would be far too hard for them. I’d always politely told her I was just fine on my own, thank you. But I wasn’t. I knew that. I needed someone to care so badly that now that someone did, someone cared, it almost hurt.

“Hey, hey,” Hiccup said softly, grabbing me by the shoulders. I realised I was shaking.

“It’s alright,” he assured me. “Come here.” He brought me into a hug, which at first both startled and scared me, but then I melted into it. The hug felt unfamiliar, different, awkward. But nice, somehow.

But this was Hiccup. I untangled myself from him. “Uh,” I stammered, tucking my hair behind my ear, eyes flitting away. “Thanks.”

Hiccup shrugged. “It’s fine.” He stood slowly. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

I nodded. “Yes. I mean, no. I-I guess? I’m not sure…” I stared up at him. “Hiccup, why are you doing this?”

His eyes narrowed slightly. “What do you mean?” He gestured around. “You needed help. You need help. I am the son of the chief; soon to be the chief myself. It’s my job to help the village.”

Something inside me wilted a little. So this was just part of the job to him? The rest of me internally yelled at that bit to shut up, and that we hated Hiccup, so it doesn’t matter what he does. But why did I hate Hiccup?

Thinking back on it now, I really didn’t think he had ever done anything truly bad towards me. Yeah, sure, he’d been a total tease, but I was a rude, bitter, secluded brat to be honest. I didn’t deserve any help from him.

I blinked back unwanted tears. “Um, well, I really appreciate it,” I said. “It was really nice of you to come looking for me.”

Hiccup studied my face for a moment, then pursed his lips and nodded once. “It’s okay, Y/n/n.”

Something inside me jolted. No one had called me that in years before today, when Hiccup had started to. It was the nickname my father had given me. Hearing Hiccup use it had just opened up a deep wound inside me I hadn’t even remembered.

“Please don’t call me that,” I whispered, staring at the floorboards. My feet hung limply in the air just above the floor.

Hiccup glanced over at me from where he was standing, stirring the soup. “Um, okay. Sorry, Y/n.” He stressed my name, saying it slightly slower than the rest of his words.

There was so much tension in the air, and I realised it was all my fault. I made the room awkward and made Hiccup have to watch everything he said. I was a terrible person.

I’d even told Hiccup never to talk to me again, right after I’d woken up in his house. It hit me that he must’ve taken me there after the awful flight on Toothless. Then, I’d screamed in his face that I hated him, and gotten myself lost in the woods because I was selfish and prideful and full of hate.

Even then, Hiccup had gone out and found me. Who knew how long that had taken him? He’d brought me back here, cleaned my house, made me food, and for what? For me to be snappy, harsh, and rude.

I ran my tongue over my lower lip, staring resolutely at the floor. “Hiccup?” I managed finally.

“Yeah?”

“Why are you doing this?” I looked at him, leaning forward with my elbows on my knees. “Be honest.”

Hiccup hesitated, stirring the wooden spoon listlessly around the soup. “What do you mean?” he said finally.

I sighed, sitting up straight and brushing off my skirts. “You know… helping me.” I have a little laugh. “Heavens knows you don’t need to. So why are you really doing all this?”

Hiccup chewed his lip. “Because I’m going to be the Chief of Berk pretty soon. I need to be able to protect my people.” His gaze fixed on mine. “Even when they don’t like me, or want me to.”

Under his fierce eyes, my insides crinkled. I felt exposed, as if I was being examined under a bright light. I dropped my gaze.

“I’m sorry…” I managed, the words sounding funny in my mouth. I hadn’t apologised to Hiccup, for anything, ever.

“It’s okay.” His voice sounded surprisingly even, like he wasn’t even bothered about all this. So it was just me feeling all these things, was it? He was truly just doing this out of a sense of duty. And honestly, why shouldn’t he? I’d already told myself I was a rude little brat, to be totally honest. I didn’t deserve to have people look after me, at all.

I didn’t meet Hiccup’s eyes. “Um, that’s cool. But thank you, really.”

Hiccup nodded, and handed me a steaming mug of hot soup. “Eat up,” he said. “I’ll leave you the rest… have a good night, Y/n.”

And with that, he disappeared. The house felt suddenly very small and lonely, and I shrunk into myself, staring into the fire, sipping tiny bits of soup until I was all warmed up inside.

I gazed around the cabin. It looked so different, all shining and clean. It made me feel like maybe I might be able to move on; get over them leaving me. I shook my head. That would never happen. I didn’t think I was capable of letting it go, of moving forward with my life. I was seventeen years old, and I still held a grudge against my parents for ‘abandoning’ me when I was twelve.

Thoughts whirled through my brain, at an almost dizzying rate. I left my mug on the table, and went to stand by the open window, facing out into the main road of Berk.

A few children were playing in it, kicking a round wooden ball to each other. I watched them for a minute or two, before an absurd idea struck me. I pushed open the front door. “Hey!” I yelled.

The kids turned to look at me, momentarily forgetting their game. “Can I join you guys?” I asked, feeling brave.

The oldest girl looked confused for a moment, then after a brief pause, gave me a smile and a nod. “Sure!” she called.

I grinned, and shut my door behind me, jogging over to them. Playing ball was something I hadn’t done in years, but it felt good to just relax for a while. Plus, it was amazing to see others doing an activity that didn’t revolve around dragons, so I could join in.

Dragons. I shuddered a little, remembering the awful ride on Toothless, and making my feelings around Hiccup even more complicated.

After a good long play, I collapsed to the ground in a heap, blowing up my breath. “Gosh,” I managed. “I can see why kids like playing ball. It’s fun.” I offered the girl who’d let me come play with them a small smile.

“You’re Y/n, aren’t you?” the girl asked, her eyes narrowing slightly.

I hesitated. How did they know who I was? I never really talked to anyone except Astrid, Hiccup and a few other people. Certainly not the children.

“Yeah, I am,” I said slowly. “How do you know my name?”

The little girl allowed herself a smug smile. “Hiccup told us about you.” Turning, she threw the ball to one of her friends.

I was dumbfounded. “Hiccup?”

The girl nodded. “Yeah. He told us you guys used to be friends but now you’re mean to him and won’t let him be nice to you anymore. He said he misses being your friend.”

I wrinkled my nose, staring at her. “Hiccup said he misses me?” I scoffed finally. “There’s no way. You must have heard him wrong. Hiccup hurt me incredibly badly when we were six years old, and ever since then he’s teased and bothered me almost to death. I will never be his friend again.”

I stood, suddenly angry all over again. Angry about how hurt I was, how much I hated Hiccup and my parents for hurting me. I clenched my teeth. “Thank you for letting me join you. Bye.”

I turned and began the walk uphill to Astrid’s house. Right now, I really needed to see my best friend.

When Astrid opened the door, she immediately noticed something was wrong. She frowned. “Are you alright?”

I shook my head. “Everything is so hopeless, A.”

Astrid made a sympathetic face and pulled me into a tight embrace. “It’s okay,” she whispered into my shoulder. “Come on, come inside. It’s freezing.”

Maybe it was. I felt so numb I didn’t think I would’ve noticed even if it was cold enough to give me frostbite. I felt like my insides were frozen, unable to feel anything at all.

Astrid pulled me inside, sitting me down on a chair beside the roaring fire. She knelt down in front of me. “What happened?” she asked, staring into my face.

I shook my head, looking away from her. “I… I don’t even know…” I began to cry, dropping my head in my hands.

Astrid pursed her lips, hugging me again. “Is it your parents? Hiccup? Tell me.”

I took a deep breath, and slowly began to tell her the entire story, beginning yesterday, when Hiccup took me into the woods and the whole, horrible ride on Toothless began. I kept my eyes steadily fixed on the fire as I spoke, quietly recounting the flight, the fight, being lost in the woods and then Hiccup rescuing me and cleaning my house. I even told her about the awkward hug.

The only thing I couldn’t manage to admit to Astrid was how I felt about Hiccup. I couldn’t decide if I hated his guts, or if I wanted nothing more than to be in his arms again.

When I was finished, Astrid let out a long sigh. “I’m sorry, babe,” she said. “But if you ask me… Hiccup wasn’t at fault for what Toothless was doing during that flight. I think he might be telling you the truth; that he just wanted you to see that dragons aren’t dangerous.”

I nodded slowly. I was beginning to believe that. Of course, that just made me hate dragons even more, but there was no point saying that aloud. Astrid knew I hated dragons even more than I hated Hiccup. I would never, ever trust a dragon.

Astrid studied me. “Do you want to know what else I think?”

I glanced at her. “By the look on your face, no. But I guess you’re going to tell me anyway, so… sure.”

Astrid suppressed a smile. “You know me too well,” she said. “But, what I think is, you don’t hate Hiccup at all. You’re just angry. At your parents mostly. But Hiccup hurt you too, years ago. You’re alone now, so you’re taking out your anger on the only person you have any sort of justification to do so to.”

I was silent. Sadly, her words rang hard and true. I could finally see that, yes, my hatred of Hiccup was really just anger at myself, and my parents. It had honestly nothing to do with Hiccup himself. He’d just been unfortunate enough to annoy me all those years ago, so now I’d decided to hate him because of it.

I shook my head in disbelief. “I’ve been so stupid,” I muttered.

“Not stupid,” Astrid said. “Kinda crazy, maybe, but not stupid.”

I looked at her. “I think… I think I should go and apologize to someone.”

She smiled. “Go.”

I jumped to my feet and ran, leaving her front door swinging open in the wind.

I didn’t stop running until I reached Hiccup’s house. I burst inside without thinking about knocking, but stopped short on the threshold.

“Stoick!” I gaped, trying to find the right words. “I, I am so sorry—“

“Y/n,” Stoick replied, getting to his feet. “What brings you here in such a hurry?” His eyes narrowed. “Are you alright?”

I nodded breathlessly. “What? Yes. Yes, I’m fine, thanks, I just —“

“Were you looking for Hiccup?”

I pursed my lips. “I might’ve been.”

Stoick chuckled. “You’ve got spirit, lass. I like that about you.”

I blinked. “Um, thank you?”

“He’s at the beach.”

I smiled. “Thank you, Chief.”

The path that ran towards the beach was thin and steep, covered in loose rocks that skidded under my shoes. More than once I almost fell off the cliff side.

When I reached the beach, I was surprised at how small it seemed. Then again, I hadn’t been here since I was little. I guess my memories of it had faded. With a start, I realised that the last time I had been here was probably with Hiccup himself, back when we were small and best friends.

I spotted Hiccup’s figure walking through the surf a few hundred meters away. I started toward him, slowly in case I scared him with a sudden approach.

The beach itself was small and rocky, round black stones instead of proper sand. The waves here were little and inconsistent, barely making a splash. Sometimes in the summer, we would have a day or two of good weather, and the waves would be bigger, but that was a pretty rare occurrence.

I reached Hiccup, who was now standing with his hands buried in his pockets, his eyes fixed on the horizon.

“What do you see?” I whispered.

“Freedom,” he replied softly, turning to look at me. “When I’m riding Toothless, nothing is impossible. Me, a human, can fly on the back of a dragon. There is something magical about that, Y/n.”

I chewed my lip, considering his words. I guess there was something amazing about that fact, but still… dragons.

“Um,” I said. “I came here to apologise.”

Hiccup’s green eyes turned a darker shade. “For what?”

I dug the side of my shoe in the sand, my eyes sliding away from his. “For… everything.”

He waited, his eyes roaming my face.

I swallowed. “For not being your friend when I should have been. For hating you and your love for dragons. For being a terrible person. For hitting you and hating you and making your life miserable.” During this little speech, my voice had gotten higher and louder. Now it broke, and I felt tears brimming to my eyes. “I’m so sorry, Hiccup,” I cried.

Hiccup didn’t say anything. He stared at me for a count of five, while tears began to stream down my cheeks. What was wrong with me this week? For years, I’d barely cried at all, hiding my emotions inside. Now I was crying, again.

Hiccup did something I didn’t expect. He grabbed my face between his hands. They were tougher than I would’ve thought, calloused and hard from working with metals and wood and materials. He stared into my eyes for long enough for my tears to stop flowing. “Y/n,” he said. “It’s okay. You were forgiven years ago.”

He pulled me into a tight embrace. A week ago, I would’ve fought and hit and yelled at him, but now? I melted into Hiccup’s body, burying my face in his chest and wrapping my arms tightly around him, letting my tears flow freely.

For the first time since my parents died, I felt at peace.

For the next three weeks, I tried my hardest to start a routine. To start cleaning my house, cooking meals every day, and (the hardest part of all), going out and talking to someone each and every morning.

Sometimes I just talked to Astrid, when it got bad and I truly couldn’t get enough emotion energy to talk to anyone else. But sometimes I managed. I talked to the kids playing in the streets, to the other girls I never really talked to before, to the guys helping out in the dragon-saddle-making workshop.

But mostly, I talked to Hiccup. I talked to him as if we’d never stopped being friends, as if we were six years old again. It honestly surprised me how easy it was to get along with him now that I didn’t have an eternal grudge against him. Hiccup was still the same person he’d always been. It was me who had changed.

I made an effort to even start working. I’d never done anything like it before, really, but it was honestly alright. I had a few shifts at the dragon workshop a week, and it was kind of fun after a while. Yeah, sure, I still got terrified when someone actually brought their dragon to the shop, but for the most part it was good.

Hiccup worked there sometimes as well, and so did Stoick. Astrid didn’t, because she was a dragon trainer and didn’t really have the time. I would’ve liked it if we were able to work together, but there was no way I would be able to train dragons. At all.

But, you know, life was pretty alright. I still had scars, deep and hidden and probably incurable, but I also had friends. And hope. And maybe, just maybe, a future.

I woke up screaming. My bedsheets were clutched tight in my fists, a tangled mess around my legs. Hot tears were still rolling down my cheeks, and my chest heaved, as if I’d just run the length of the island in my sleep.

I tried to swallow, tried to even out my breathing. My mouth was so dry I could barely swallow properly. I reached for the glass of water that I always had beside my bed, and gulped it down.

I could still evision the awful images from my dreams. Hiccup, Astrid, my parents, all trapped in a circle of flaming dragons. They were screaming for me, calling my name. I couldn’t move, my legs seemingly stuck to the ground. I could do nothing but watch as the dragons slowly spread over the bodies of my loved ones, devouring them. I sank to my knees, screaming in agony.

I shivered, climbing out from under the sheets. I needed to get out of this empty house. I didn’t care if it was the middle of the night, I had to see someone.

I hurried down the stairs, bursting out into the night. Stars glittered in the sky, the night quiet and bright. The cold wind hit me like a wall, and I shuddered. I hadn’t thought of grabbing my jacket.

My feet moved faster than my mind, taking me somewhere that I didn’t even know I wanted to be. I slipped inside Hiccup’s house, tiptoeing to where I knew his room was.

Outside his door, I finally realised what I was doing. Sneaking into Hiccup’s room in the dead of night? What was I thinking? Was I crazy?

Maybe I am, I thought, slowly pushing open Hiccup’s door. I stood still on his doorway for a moment, before quietly slipping over to the side of his bed.

“Hiccup?” I breathed, almost soundlessly.

“Y/n?” Hiccup was instantly awake, sitting up in his bed. “What are you…? Why are you here? Are you okay?” His voice was hoarse from sleep, and he squinted at me.

I hesitated. What was I supposed to say? Oh, I just had a dream about you dying and it terrified me so I’m here to make sure you’re still alive? Of course I wasn’t going to say that.

“I had a nightmare.” I bit my lip, shifting from foot to foot. Maybe this hadn’t been such a good idea.

Hiccup’s dark eyes gazed into mine. He leaned back slightly, so he could see me more clearly. “Why did you come to me?” he asked quietly, his voice ragged and raspy.

I dropped my gaze. “You were the only one I thought of coming to,” I whispered. “I knew you wouldn’t mind.”

“Of course I wouldn’t mind,” Hiccup said. “Do… do you want to stay here? Or do you want me to walk you back to your house?”

I hesitated. “Could I please just stay here, with you?” I met his eyes for a brief second.

He smiled. “Anything for you.” He said it so flippantly, I might’ve missed it any other time. But my brains snagged on the words, turning them over and over in my mind. Anything for you…

“Thank you, Hiccup,” I whispered. We were both silent for a while. “Can I… can I stay with you until morning?” I asked.

Hiccup stared at me, then nodded. I slowly crawled onto his bed, leaning against the bed-head. Hiccup glanced at me, then lay back down on his pillow. After a moment, I snuggled down next to him, hyper aware of every part of my body under the sheets.

We were nose to nose. I could feel his hot breath on my face. His green eyes glittered in the darkness.

“Goodnight y/n,” he whispered groggily. “I hope you don’t have any more nightmares.” With that, he closed his eyes, and I heard no more from him.

#hiccup haddock #hiccup x reader #fanfiction #fanfic #hiccup haddock x reader #httyd #how to train your dragon #httyd fanfic

[brattyfork]

matt nsfw alphabet

*these are about sex! if that makes you uncomfy, don’t read it!*

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

-the whole nine yards, a bath, drink, snacks, cuddles, your fav tv show, literally anything that will make you more comfortable he’ll do + sex debrief! talk abt what you liked, what you didn’t, what went “wrong”, what was funny+naked cuddles ofc.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

-he loves your thighs, loves squeezing them, having them wrapped around his head, leaving hickies on them. also your stomach! he loves squishy.

he likes his hands, likes how big they are compared to yours, loves wearing rings bc he knows it drives you crazy.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

-loves cumming inside you (in a condom to avoid a mess lol) but also loves cumming on your tummy!!

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

-he’ll never admit it but he loves when you lick him, his neck, his stomach, literally anywhere. he also really likes amateur porn, so much so that you guys made your own so he can watch that instead.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

-not super experienced, only has one or two bodies but he’s always asked you how to do stuff or what he can do to make you feel better so he’s much better than he used to be.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

-sucker for missionary, wants to be able to kiss you and watch the faces you make. also loves when you ride him, watching you use his cock to get off.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

-he tries to be serious but sometimes things just aren’t going right and you gotta laugh abt it. make sure he knows you’re not laughing AT him tho, it’ll ruin the mood entirely.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

-usually just trims, doesnt wanna be bare but also doesn’t want it too long and def doesn’t want you getting pubes in your teeth lmao.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

-always telling you how much he loves you during, wants to make it as special as possible so you know you’re not just a quick fuck.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

-wants you to talk him through it over the phone, tell him how good he’s being and give him permission to cum eventually.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

-unpopular opinion! i think this man likes your feet!! not super into foot jobs he just thinks your feet are cute. loves being in control but will never turn down the opportunity to be dominated. +basic shit like praise and degradation, choking to an extent. also loves edging and overstimulating you.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

-prefers to fuck in your bed so you have privacy, also likes the couch or car sometimes and very occasionally, wants to bend you over a table.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

-just being close to you can get him worked up. it drives him crazy when you wear shorts or a skirt that hug your thighs so perfectly.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

-up for mostly anything unless it’s obviously gross, but gets nervous with any kind of impact play because he does not want to hurt you. also doesn’t love the idea of anal, kinda grosses him out.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

-matt the munch! this man loves eating pussy and he’s phenomenal at it. he likes when you suck him off but he won’t ask. he wants you to want to do it if that makes sense.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

-completely depends on how he’s feeling. if he’s super worked up, you won’t be able to walk the next day but sometimes he loves soft slow morning sex. either way the pace is always perfect and exactly what you both need.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

-doesn’t love quickies, he wants to be able to take his time but sometimes if you haven’t fucked in a while and you have the opportunity for a quickie, he’ll take it

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

-up for trying (almost) anything once, he just gets nervous that he’ll hurt you or not do it right and embarrass himself.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

-i think on a good night he could go 2-3 rounds but most of the time only 1, maybe 2. he doesn’t finish super fast unless it’s been awhile but he probably won’t last more than 20 min of straight fucking.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

-doesn’t love toys, doesn’t have any for himself, not a fan of using dildos on you, he’d rather just fuck you. does like vibrators tho, and shit like handcuffs or restraints, perfect for overstimulation.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

-he tries to tease but it never lasts long. he can’t deny you when you make your pretty noises or beg him. also can’t resist you so it’s hard to tease lol.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

-usually grunting and groaning all up in your ear. sometimes a whine or a whimper comes through and he gets all embarrassed, which is super hot.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

-loves when you ask him what bra/panties you should wear (his fav is a sparkly dark blue set)

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

-we’ve all seen his sleeper build. he’s not super muscular but he’s also not a twig, he’s strong and can throw you around. his dick isn’t super long, which doesn’t matter bc he knows how to use it, it’s proportional in length and width. his dick is as pretty as a cock can be. you KNOW this man has a cute butt and i imagine him having little lower back dimples🥺

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

-he’s not a complete horn dog, he can turn it off and just have sweet romantic moments with no thought of sex, but he also finds you irresistible so it’s hard. he doesn’t want you to think he’s a horny man that can’t control himself.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

-he gets pretty sleepy after!! once he gets you all settled and makes sure your comfortable, he’s out like a light.

a/n: hi this was so fun, i’m also working on one for chris and i have a sfw template for both of them as well :) i promise i will post more soon lol, i been busy <3

#sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo smut

[eomayas]

interruptions • dks

pairing: prof!kyungsoo x wife!reader

synopsis: two times the reader interrupts professor kyungsoo and the two times he loves it

genre: fluffyyyyy, first half is a little suggestive

warnings: none

a/n: hiiii this is kind of a filler bc i have other things to post but they’re taking too long and this was in my brain and is super short. i love kyungsoo bye

kyungsoo lifts his eyes from the test papers in front of him when the door to his office is opened. you slip inside, a tired smile on your face. “hey, baby,” his throat is scratchy from not having said anything in the last few hours. it’s timbre makes your heart flutter.

“sorry to interrupt, but it’s late,” you comment, walking over to him. kyungsoo spins around in his chair to face you and opens his legs for you to walk into. kyungsoo puts his hands on the back of your exposed thighs while your hands fall to his shoulders. “are you going to come to bed?” you ask, threading your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck.

“i’m still grading,” he says, sliding his hands up higher underneath your silk nightgown. kyungsoo looks up at you with wide eyes and wets his lips as he drags his eyes up your body. you raise an eyebrow at him and he leans back in chair, pulling you closer to him so you practically fall into his lap. “coming to keep me company?” he mumbles, kissing the underside of your jaw.

you situate yourself on his lap and look down at him. he glances down at your chest and you scoff lightly. “you missed your chance for the night,” you say, rolling your eyes when he sticks out his bottom lip. “too bad.” you say, kissing him on the lips. kyungsoo wraps an arm around your waist and tugs you closer to him.

he skates his free hand higher up on your leg, sliding over your smooth and underwear free hip. he stops kissing you and pulls back. “really?” he mutters, reaching for the tie of your silk robe.

“i was waiting for you,” you say, readjusting yourself on his lap. he bites his bottom lip as his member strains in his pants. “but it’s late, and we both have work in the morning.” you add, gently running a hand over his hair.

“we can be quick,” he says, pulling your robe open. you let him, liking the way he checks you out like he’s trying to commit it to memory. “damn, y/n.” he mumbles, a small smile on his face as he runs his finger tips over the hem of the nightgown. kyungsoo licks his lips again as he drags his eyes up from your heavily exposed chest, to your eyes. “i’ll be quick.” he says, almost like a promise.

you chuckle and stand up from his lap. “don’t stay up too late, soo,” you say, bending over to give him a kiss (and to let him look down your dress one more time). “goodnight, baby. i love you.” you say from the doorway, giving him a soft smile before leaving and shutting the door behind you.

“love you too,” he mutters at the door, his hand palming himself through his pants pathetically.

as calmly as possible, kyungsoo rakes through the briefcase again, pressing a hand through his forehead as all of the papers in it belong to you. in his rush this morning, he must’ve grabbed yours on his way out. it’s a rookie mistake, one he hasn’t made in years, but he’s been distracted all morning and this just proves how much. your work bags are similar, but there are notable differences like his being a zipper opening and yours being held together by buckles. his had a straps as well as a handle, and yours just a handle.

kyungsoo sighs and checks his watch, pressing his lips into a thin line as he notices he’s late to start class. “morning, everybody,” he says, clearing his throat. “sorry for the late start, i, err, grabbed my wife’s briefcase on accident.” he admits, earning a few snickers from his students.

he walks around the front of his desk and leans against it, crossing his arms over his chest. “so i don’t have your tests with me—i know, i know. i’m already a class behind. but i posted the grades online a few minutes ago, so you should be able to see how you did. i have no lesson plan, so in the meantime, we can just chat about anything, i guess,” he says, an embarrassed blush forming on his cheeks. kyungsoos eyes scan the class of bored students who clearly want to go home. “no takers? alright, somebody catch me up on the chapter we read last night.” he says, grabbing his mug off of his desk and taking a sip of his coffee.

the class is silent and he snorts behind his cup. “im serious. if nobody answers either options, then i’ll just move the deadline for the project up a week,” kyungsoo threatens—he won’t actually do it, but he’s not going to sit here like an idiot. a few hands shoot up and he calls on the first student he sees, who reviews the reading that was assigned last night.

kyungsoo freestyles the lesson, utilizing the whiteboard way more than he typically would because of his lack of slides and lesson plan. he’s deep into lecturing when the door of the classroom opens and he snaps his head to see who it is, ready to tell whoever it is not to interrupt like that again, until he sees you trying to sneak in as quietly as possible.

a small smile stretches across his lips as you glance around at the students guiltily, feeling bad for interrupting. “sorry to interrupt,” you say to everyone, ducking your head and smiling bashfully as you make your way to the front towards your husband. “hi. you grabbed the wrong one.” you say, dropping his bag onto his desk and taking yours.

“technically, we both grabbed the wrong one,” he says, and you roll your eyes. “thank you, by the way.” he says, clasping his hand over yours. you smile at him and then remember you have an audience, and slip away from him.

“i’ll see you later,” you say, starting to walk away.

“y/n,” he says. you turn around and he raises his eyebrows at you. aren’t you forgetting something? he asks with his eyes. your cheeks tinge pink before you hop back up to him and place a chaste kiss to his lips that makes somebody in the classroom ‘aw’ at the two of you. “oh, give me a break.” kyungsoo says, squeezing your hand before saying goodbye and watching you speed walk out of the classroom. you stop at the doorway and face him, mouthing ‘i love you’ before disappearing, leaving him to mumble a ‘love you too’ to his shoes, a smile on his face.

#exo imagines #exo scenarios #exo x reader #exo x you #exo fluff #kyungsoo fanfic #kyungsoo imagine #kyungsoo x reader #kyungsoo fluff #kyungsoo x you #kyungsoo scenario

[dittydipity]

what is kagepro? - a quick guide

you may be seeing the word "kagepro" around a whole bunch, especially during august, but what the hell is it?

you may have heard or seen something from kagepro without realizing it! you know that vocaloid song, kagerou daze, about the kids who get hit by a truck and are stuck in a timeloop of saving each other? that's actually one of the songs from kagepro.

kagepro, short for the kagerou project, is a series created by vocaloid composer jin (also known as shizen no teki-p). it's a mixed media series that has music, manga, an anime, movie, a radio talk show, books, etc but i’ll try to keep it simple!

basic premise: people who die on 8/15 are taken to another world called the kagerou daze and if they return to the real world, they will have gained a “snake ability” that will turn their eyes red when used. a group of teens that have these abilities form a little gang but are thrown into an endless timeloop.

THE MEDIA

if you want to get into it, there’s a bunch of different ways you can do it, but do keep in mind: each form of media is NOT just a different adaptation of the story.

kagepro is a timeloop story, and each form of media is actually a different timeline (or “route”). the music videos, the anime, the manga, the books - each one is only a piece of the whole story. that’s why many people may have seen the anime, mekakucity actors, and gotten super confused because the anime is actually one of the last routes haha.

but the order of media that has been generally agreed upon to be the most coherent is music videos -> manga -> light novels -> anime

a lot of kagepro media, esp the light novels and manga, are hard to find since they’re almost entirely out of print, but there’s translations or e-book versions of them available, or if you skip them there’s summaries that people have made. you can also ask me if you want :]

music videos

i’ve actually made a couple playlists for the songs! one is in release order and the other is in story chronological order (mostly).

release order: - i tried to get all the original ia/miku versions of the songs with the original pv if there was one - a couple might be a little out of order since some songs came out together in the same album

this is the order that fans got the music, so if you want to try to figure things out and put things together the way we did you can go with this order!

chronological order: - tried to grab some english covers where i could, but if you don’t like eng covers there are plenty of noneng covers or you can use the videos from the other playlist. there's plenty of really great covers out there! - exceptions to the “chronological”: children record acts as the cover/opening song for the series and summertime record is the ending song for the series - some songs aren’t in here bc they’re not part of the music route (they’re mostly from the newer albums and are kinda like ‘epilogue’ songs after the ending of the anime/good ending or are songs made for the anime)

THE STORY

if you don't want to go through all the media yourself, here’s a video explaining the whole story by breadbox/david toth! he also has other really great kagepro videos

[a bit of an extra] a very common misconception about the story/mechanics: people do not have to die in pairs or with somebody else on 8/15 to enter the daze. i didn’t realize this myself until super recently

all in all, the kagerou project is a story about finding strength and support from the people around you, moving on to look towards the future, and overcoming trauma.

there’s definitely other people who have also made guides or summaries or videos that are much better and cover much more than i did, but i hope this was a decent introduction!

feel free to reach out and/or ask me anything! i'm sure there are also plenty of people who would be willing to help newcomers understand kagepro as well :]

happy kagerou day!

#feel free to add on or correct me if i got anything wrong! #i did try to keep this more to being about how to get into kagepro so i didnt cover the story as much #kagerou project #kagepro #mekakucity actors #.d #* #Youtube

[pedgito]

Ok I’ll have a bit of a crack at this. I HC Eddie’s dick is averange length but GIRTHY. It’s THICK. Thicker at the base and gets just a bit more slender at the tip. I don’t think it’s super veiny, there’s a few prominent veins but it’s not one of thats covered. He’s cut. I don’t think he knows it’s big. He hasn’t seen a lot to compare it to, porn wasn’t super available back then and the ones he’s seen, they’re big too so he’s assume he’s average. Little does he know it’s thick af. I think he mainly jerks off in his bed and the shower, but occasionally in his van. Maybe in the occasional odd place when he feels he really needs to let it out. Method.. idk he just works the tip with his fingers wrapped around his cock. Sometimes he does it fast n furious cause he’s been horny all day and needs to get it out to go about his day, using quick, short pumps near the head, and he’ll cum into a tissue bc he doesn’t want to have to clean up or shower. Other times he takes his time with a heavy metal magazine in his other hand. When he pumps he’ll graze the edges of his mushroom tip because that’s where he’s most sensitive. When he’s close but doesn’t want it to end, he’ll pump the shaft closer to the base for a bit. Sometimes he’ll fuck into his fist. He’ll jerk off to the images in a magazine but when he cums he imagines it’s his crush’s mouth or hole wrapped around his cock, eager for him.

#holy shit #ghost write for me at this point #eddie munson smut #eddie munson #eddie munson x you #eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson x reader #anon #answered

[just-another-author-i-guess]

John Bender relationship hc

Requested HERE

Tags: fem!reader, 80’s setting, John is cute, and also kinda feral, like one mention of sex?

Authors note: omg it’s been too long since I’ve seen the breakfast club ): no but also there’s no fics for any of them? Literally?? They’re so underrated. It was kinda hard to write ngl, like we don’t really get that much info on them in the movie haha I hope this is readable tho

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oh man 

He is so goddamn emotionally unavailable you wouldn’t believe it 

He’s pretty self destructive too and pretty quick to act out 

You probably met him in detention 

He immediately noticed you, tbh he thought you were hot as fuck 

He wanted to flirt with you but his idea of flirting is.. interesting 

Low key just bullied you for the entire day 

Affectionate bullying? 

You thought he was super annoying, but also couldn’t deny that he was hot 

He literally doesn’t shut up, it’s kinda impressive how he never runs out of dumb shit to say 

He acted up a lot more than normal during that detention, yk trying to impress you and all 

It low key worked

No but like he really only have two moods 

Annoying or gross 

After bullying you didn’t seem to work, he started making sexual innuendos 

Honestly he would find it so hot if you stood up for yourself and put him in his place 

It probably wouldn’t work, but he would be very ecstatic lmao 

When detention finally ends, he sneakily tries to ask you on a date 

By which I mean, he said “Hey sweetheart, I know this reallyyyy nice motel not too far away. How ‘bout we rent a room?” 

You didn’t even respond, just rolled your eyes and walked off 

It now becomes his goal in life to take you on a date 

He “accidentally” bumps into you in the hallways at school the next day 

He’s a goddamn loudmouth, sometimes he just can’t help himself from saying dumb shit so the first few times he asks you out.. don’t really go well 

He feels like he has to upkeep his bad boy persona

He tries to be even louder and more reckless around you, bc he assumes you’ll only like him if he keeps up with his reputation 

Eventually you tell him that you actually like him more when he’s just himself and he’s just mind blown 

He literally went :0 

When you first start dating he really has to get used to physical affection 

He has only experienced physical touch in a sexual or violent manner 

So when you just simply hug him, he’s stunned 

You held his hand once and the man was too stunned to speak 

Please just pet his hair 

I mean, have you seen how luscious it is 

You’re the first person to genuinely understand him and communicate with him 

His whole life he’s just been bossed around by his dad and authority figures 

So he falls for you, hard. Like, the guy is following you around school with heart eyes 

He skips his classes to watch your cheer practice lmao 

(He just wants to see you in a short skirt ngl) 

When he finally gets used to it, he’s a huge pda fan 

Literally doesn’t care where you are, you will sit on his lap and hold his hand 

Even if it’s in the middle of your English class 

This eventually leads to more detention, but to John that’s just more time he gets to spend with you! Yay :D

He’s with you all the time, but will never ever take you to his house 

He’s actually terrified of what his dad would do to you 

Or even worse, maybe he would do something to John in front of you 

John is so scared you think he’s weak for getting beat up by his dad 

Which is absolutely ridiculous, you would never think that 

You also tell him this, telling him that you also think he’s very brave for finally talking about it

If you have a similar home situation he would be your biggest support as well 

But if you have a good home situation, he’ll basically live at your house 

Ngl, he can be quite the charmer when he wants 

He’s really trying his best to impress your parents 

And besides all the times he’s been in the local newspaper for vandalism, they’re absolutely in love with him 

He still has those episodes sometimes, like when he gets too angry at his dad and goes and does something dangerous or stupid 

It always ends up with him hurting himself in some way 

Sometimes he takes his anger out on you, he would never hit you or anything but he can get pretty mean 

He always regrets it immediately after 

After a fight, he feels too shitty to go back to you and apologize 

So he just stays away for a bit, the longest he’s been away is a week 

You legitimately thought he left town or something 

He just hates seeing you cry and feels like the biggest asshole ever

As your relationship progresses, you’d be able to discuss these things with him a bit more 

He’s still very quick to blow up and get angry, but he really tries his best 

After a while, he stops leaving for such a long time, coming back after just a few hours 

You didn’t hear it from me, but makeup sex with John is the best lmfao 

Anyways 

He  l o v e s  it when you wear his big coat 

Sometimes he comes up to you and drapes it over you just because 

He can’t help himself, it’s so damn cute how you almost disappear inside it 

You’re definitely known as John’s girl at school 

Ppl don’t really mess with you, anything is better than having an angry John Bender on your ass 

He would literally do anything for you 

Such a simp tbh 

No but he definitely starts saving up his money, his plan is to buy a place for the two of you after you graduate 

Please just let him wife you up lolol 

He definitely became a lot nicer to other ppl when you started dating too, good job

Hi! Thanks for making it to the end <3

If you want to request more John Bender or anything else, you can do it HERE

#the breakfast club #john bender #john bender x reader #the breakfast club x reader #80’s retro #John is cute #self insert

[petitreve]

don't know if it means the requests are open but-

here are some ideas I'm dying to read :

A) a Yuu that knows well about the fae and refuses to give their true name to the fae boys, say "thank you" directly (it's better to say that you appreciate it bc otherwise you put yourself in debt) etc...

B) A Yuu that is a girl but uses shapeshifting potions to attend school, how others find out, if they keep the secret, if Azul makes them sign a contract...

C) Reader who instead of being a happy-go-lucky type is super calm, collected and even a little bit evil if you will

I am SO sorry this took me so long, hopefully it was worth the wait.

Yuu with knowledge about fae creatures.

Malleus:

Truly, I don’t believe Malleus would understand. He never really gets invited to things so he’s hardly ever around humans. Not to mention the rest of the student body fear him.

While he knows that you don’t fear him, he wouldn’t go as far as to believe that you would refuse a gift from him based on some legends from your world.

It’s no secret that dragons enjoy shiny things, so when Malleus saw a Diamond incrusted bracelet his mind instantly went to you. He bought it without a second thought. He just had to find the right moment to give it to you. He knew that you’d love it.

It didn’t take long for the dragon to find you leaving the usual bench you’d do your homework on, it was much quieter than at Ramshackle with Grim. He quickly made his way over to you, calling you the nickname you had told all of Diasomnia to cal you, excited to show you the treasure he got you. When he opened the box your eyes lit up, “Malleus, it’s beautiful!”

Your reaction brought a soft smile to the boys face, “Here. It’s yours.” He frowned as your face dropped and he could have sworn he saw a quick moment of panic in your eyes.

“Oh-. I-. That’s very sweet of you Malleus,” his heart swelled with pride at your words but soon deflated as you continued on, “but I can’t accept this. I’m sorry.”

Malleus watched as you left, he had worried he made you uncomfortable. But he chalked it up to you not knowing him for long, maybe you just didn’t wish to accept such an expensive gift so soon. He had sworn that he would try again.

He had a short talk with Lilia about your reaction when you got back, Lilia felt bad for the boy he practically raised for not realizing the truth. But Lilia didn’t want to be the one to break his heart. Malleus would find out soon enough why you refused the gift.

You both still went on your evening stroll despite how awkward it felt. If Grim was there he could practically bite through the air. You both quietly talked about studies, the occasional question from Malleus on if you can remember anything new from your world. Until Malleus spotted some wild flowers growing beside the path. You were still going ahead talking about random things Grim says until you noticed the boy no longer with you and turned around to find the dragon knelt on the ground picking flowers.

Part of you wanted to take a picture of him with your ghost camera, but before you could he turned to you holding the small bouquet he picked for you. “For you, child of man.” He took note again on how you fidgeted.

“Malleus, I ca-“ he cut you off with a slight frown. “You can. They’re for you. I don’t understand why you keep rejecting… me.” Watching him connect the dots was enough to rip someone’s heart out. “It’s because what I am, isn’t it?”

He knew about the superstitions that humans had about fae, but he had assume with as much time as you spent with him that you would know him better than that. “I would never try to trick you into a debt, you’re too important to me.”

You took his arm in your hand trying to avoid the talk. The walk back to Ramshackle was silent, Malleus was close to giving up. That morning he found a small box on the desk of his first class along with a note that read, “If I give you a gift first, you’re in debt to me. Not the other way around.”

He opened the box with a soft smile to find a small plush dragon and a doll with a crown. He heart swelled, he smiled widely not caring about anyone staring. He was excited to be able to give you gifts now. It meant more than anything to him.

Lilia:

Lilia has been around for a long, long, long, long, long… you get the gist. The point is, Lilia would understand right away why you refused his gift. Does that make it hurt any less? No. The man fought in a war for this, and the human he cares about refuses to accept a gift from him.

Contrary to popular belief, Lilia wouldn’t tease you about it. That’s one of the few things he believes to be off limits.

Lilia has many things in his collection. He’s been around so long, he’s seen just about everything. Things from past lovers, past friends. I believe he buys something special, like a necklace, for each of his past lovers. That way once they’re gone he has something to remember them by.

Lilia finally found the perfect one for you. The color of the pendant went with your eyes perfectly. When adorn on your neck it would truly bring out the sparkle in your eyes. So of course he had to gift it to you, it would be a crime not to. Beauty deserves to be with beauty.

But the reaction in your eyes wasn’t the one he was hoping for. He watched as fear flashed through your eyes momentarily, he knew that fear. He had seen it many times in the eyes of humans longs before. He truly hoped he would never see it in yours. The thought was enough to send a shock of pain through his heart, but seeing it in person? That was a completely different feeling of pain.

“Lilia… I… I can’t accept this..” he watched helplessly as you shuddered out. He knew he had done nothing wrong for you to believe he would trick you in such a way. It was just a cause of humans fearing what they don’t understand. You didn’t fully understand his culture, so of course you would be afraid. Those fearful humans had been telling you stories of evil Fae for… probably when you were as small as Silver was when he took him in.

He looked down at the pendant before looking back to you, “You don’t have to accept it now beastie. I understand.”

“Lilia I-..”

“Beastie… it’s alright. How about we go for a walk? We could stop at Sam’s shop and buy some more tuna for Grim? Maybe… prank the first years? Hm?”

He was quickly back to his cheerful self knowing that soon you would come around to accepting his gifts. You never could deny him for long.

And he was correct with his assumption. He was curious when Ace originally had approached him with a small box. The ginger boy said it was from you. Lilia held his excitement in as much as he could when he opened the box.

Where he was met with a little plush bat holding a heart.

He knew that this meant that you were finally accepting the idea of presents.

Wow. Three days. You really held out there, huh Y/n?

Sebek:

I truly believe Sebek would be the least understanding, given his already low opinions on humans. He would be quite offended, on Malleus’s part he claims, that you’d refuse such a gift. Truly, he’s hurt. He doesn’t understand why you would believe such foolish rumors about the Fae. But of course you’re human. Humans are such foolish creatures alone.

He tries to talk to Lilia about it, and for once Lilia is honest. Telling Sebek about how humans believe Fae to trick humans into debt. Whether it be for labor, their children, any “important” looking object. Or just to mess with them.

At first Sebek couldn’t believe how anyone could believe those preposterous tales, but humans aren’t the smartest of creatures. That he knows for sure.

Sebek was, of course not thinking about you at all that’s ridiculous human stop making assumptions, running errands for Master Lilia. He needed to get a few things for the next concoction that Master Lilia would make for dinner. Sevens help everyone in the dorm.

He saw it. A small brooch.

The brooch was a small mouse. He didn’t know why, but it called to him. Instantly he, regretfully, thought of you. He didn’t understand why. But before he could ask himself, he had already paid and was halfway back to his own dorm. Ready to give you the brooch the next day.

“HUMAN!” His voice could be heard all through the courtyard. You turned on instinct just for him to hold out his hand with the small brooch sitting inside of his palm.

“Oh Sebek! It’s very cute!”

“… Human! I got this as a… kind gesture! You may take it now.” He watched you impatiently as you froze slightly. That wasn’t the reaction he was expecting, and he didn’t like that.

“That’s… very sweet of you Sebek. But… I can‘t take this.”

It was almost like a train had just rammed right over his heart. He didn’t understand this feeling. Why does he care if he disappoints you? Why does he care how you view him? For once Sebek was speechless.

“.. I have to go.. I’ll see you later Sebek..”

He watched as you left for the next class, in shock. He didn’t understand half of the things going on in his head. He tried again the next day, but same answer. He sat and listened to all of Lilias stories.

He was disappointed. Humans are shallow horrible creatures, but he truly thought you were better. He tried to see you as little as possible.

Of course until you started approaching him at lunch with a small box. He couldn’t run. He couldn’t leave Young Master alone. So, he had to face you.

Before he could speak you held out the small box to him. He looked at the box before looking up at you.

“.. open it!”

He thought about returning it back to you like you refused to take the brooch from him. But he had already started opening it and pulling out what was hidden inside before he could register what was happening.

What he pulled out wasn’t what he had expected. In his hands sat a small, hand made, plush cat.

He looked up at you confused.

“… you said your mother is a nocturnal Fae… cats are… nocturnal.. so I thought…”

He sat there, dumbfounded. He always thought humans were shallow creatures. But you hand made him a gift, keeping in mind what type of Fae he told you his mother was.

Without thinking he reached into his pocket, pulling out the broach and pinning it onto your uniform.

“… thank you Human.”

#malleus x reader #lilia x reader #sebek x reader #malleus imagine #twisted wonderland sebek #lilia vanrouge #malleus draconia #sebek zigvolt #twst lilia #twst sebek #sebek headcanons

[moonchildstyles]

oh we’re talking about aster having quickies okay

i haven’t read the new blurb yet but i already know it’s gonna be incredible… but… i don’t see aster as the type to have quickies in like semi-private spaces, like in his office (even though… that kinda happened) or in his car, and if it did i think there’d be a reason but idk what that would be

BUT i definitely see them having quickies pretty much anywhere around their new house, especially when they’re still pretty new to living there- like taking her over the kitchen counter because she came out of their room a little later in the morning than he did and he’s about to make breakfast but she changed out of his shirt into something silky and pretty just to lounge in and he cant help it because… that’s the love of his life walking around with her legs and a little bit of her tummy showing; or on the sofa while they’re watching a random film and he’s got his head resting on her stomach and when he gets bored he starts pushing up her shirt and kissing down her thighs and eventually the film is loooong forgotten, and i see it being pretty late and it’s the weekend and neither of them work the next day so they curl up with the blanket on the back of the sofa and doze off there, and usually he’s so adamant on taking her to bed but something about just having the house to themselves forever now and being able to sleep naked on the sofa is enough to have him falling asleep with his head tucked into the back of her neck and ill literally cry - 🍓

no the idea of him taking her over the kitchen counter is literally going to make my brain leak out of my ears like are you KIDDING!!!!!!!!!! bc I can so see that like including even the bathroom counter or something too like he just sees her looking so pretty in his clothes or something pretty liek you said and hes gotta get to work soon so he cant take care of her like usual but its def still worth it to them for him to take her shorts down or put her panties to the side and bend her over and just fuck her super quick kissing the back of her neck and holding her around her waist and just letting her make all the noise she wants in their empty house together like that is SOOOOOOOOO real to me and then like the idea of him jsut like fixing his hair and everything and then he just goes to work like that evil.........or even the movie idea I love that so bad :((( like idk why I think its so cute but like why if they had little living room sleepovers sometimes like esp when they first move in and everything and they spend the night out there w blankets and snacks like a real sleep over and they cant just....fuck there before dinner and like idk im getting so off topic I just love this bad truly

#anon #ask #aster inspo #concept #🍓 anon

[virgothozul]

Hi ! I’m coming back into the jjba fandom and found your art again (so happy I followed you !^^) do you have any Joseph/Caesar fanfics to recommend ? Thank you (^｡^)

Hii ! Apologies it’s been a while !

Sadly I don’t have many fics to recommend at the moment :’’’I

If you check my tags (or tags in general) for fics you should find a few that I like. Among others, when I need a pick me up, I like to reread fics by @creeshtar (all of them are awesome, I swear, it’s like heart medecine).

..I was about to list titles from various authors, but realized they’re actually pretty old and popular, (I might even have shared them several times already) so you must have read them already 🙈 (I must admit I reread a lot of old fics, bc some are just too good and bring sm comfort !)

Random and I don’t know if I’ve recommended these ones yet, but, I’ll say :

Dancing on Quicksand by flowersforjoy (rated Teen)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/12939273

it’s cute af, it’s fun and fresh, it’s short, they’re so silly and sweet and quick to fight and make up 💕💕 I just love the vibe-! the spark !! ⚡️

It’s All In The Family by panathema (rated Teen)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27678718

I’ll never say enough how @panathema is one of my all time favorite writers, so f talented, everything I read from them unlocks a richness of emotions to feel in my heart. This story is super well written, extremely gorgeous, in a slow, dim light, way. kinda bittersweet.. tbh Iv had to build a sequel in my head to appease the yearning .

#Cj #cj fics #jjba #caejose #Fanfic #fic

[nott-another-sideblog]

blaise zabini headcanons because he’s my second favourite

his favourite colour is warm deep orange, like dark/burning honey

born in italy but his mother owns a home in england as well

spends most of his summers abroad in his family home, but he and his mother travel a lot

doesn’t really care about his many stepfathers bcs he’s used to them dying pretty quick

his mother doesn’t even directly kill most of them they’re just super old

everyone just assumes she did because. well. seven of them

she might like. not clean up water spills or leave random potions in the fridge or wtv but she’s just prompting chance tbh

it leaves them with a lot of money and blaise with complicated feelings about relationships

he’s never seen one last that long so he doesn’t really expect them to

lots of people flirt with him and people think he’s a womaniser because he doesn’t shut it down

he doesn’t actually sleep around or date that much though. dating seems like too much effort for something he doesn’t see as long-term, and he has exams n shit

tries hard to achieve but tries just as hard to keep that under wraps

does his best to make everything look effortless. like he’ll study but only alone in the dorms, and he’ll have a fancy skincare routine that he hides from everyone

like he’s arrogant but makes sure he can back it up, he will Not be caught doing worse than someone else

most of the people in his house r big name families from england who have their legacy and fortunes behind them. image is important to him because he has to prove himself and he doesn’t have the ties and influence his peers had before they could even talk. let’s be real basically everyone is cousins somehow in pure blood britain and he doesn’t have that connection with everyone

he still has the wealth and the legacy but not the recognition

doesn’t like draco that much bcs he thinks he can’t back his ego, he tries too hard very visibly and it irritates blaise

that absolute mass of hair gel in first year can be cited as an example. so much noticeable excess to seem professional with his slicked hair when it just looked like a helmet

really likes quidditch, but he prefers playing to watching. he likes watching it too but there’s something different about participating, being able to directly affect the outcome of something

extremely competitive

not above cheating but is subtle about it. no stealing chess pieces but he might look over your cards at poker, or shuffle a specific way if he’s the dealer

if he gets caught he gets defensive and denies denies denies, it’s like his least favourite thing ever because it’s like a show of intelligence to not get caught, and it just causes pointless annoying arguments

the majority of his housemates r cheating too so it’s not like anyone cares beyond ‘screw over whoever u like but you fucked over Me Specifically and i don’t like that’, but that’s still annoying to deal with

high standards for everything, from his food to his clothes to his stationary, especially to himself

has very neat handwriting and is proud of it

quite likes vertical stripes but doesn’t wear them often

HATESSS sudoku with a burning passion

likes crime novels and is pretty fond of romance, but he doesn’t tell anyone about the latter

judgemental in the ‘nice to ur face but will talk shit behind your back’ kind of way

it’s not that he won’t defend himself or be clear when he hates u, it’s just that he doesn’t see the value in isolating his peers by insulting them in front of them

that’s a very bad strategy for getting influence

ppl are never sure if he likes them or not

outwardly suave and works hard to look nonchalant, but if he’s close to someone he lets himself relax and be a bit more playful

surprisingly decent at divination but still refuses to go anywhere near the class

pretty good at charms

his hair was pretty long in fourth year but he had it cut short again for fifth

absolutely hates comc he would rather burn than deal with creatures

he loves his owl and that is it

his mother is nicknamed the black widow due to all the dead husbands. ironically blaise is terrified of spiders. and insects. and anything that scuttles

used to have a gap tooth and was very insecure until he got it magically fixed

#blaise >> tbh #blaise zabini #nott another sideblog #blaise zabini headcanons #blaise zabini hp

[babiestmunson]

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Summary: Eddie was always around her, even though he hated the Harringtons. She was the princess of Hawkins High and he had to watch her rule the school with her brother but be vulnerable when no one was around.

Warning: Mentions of death, mentions of abusive parents. Abusive boyfriend Billy (just a little). Swearing, and the Harrington parents not being there. If there's anything else let me know.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Harrington Twin Sister

Words: 5407 upsi got a little carried away, hopes someone reads it lol

A/N: I don't know where the idea came up but here it is, a fic where Eddie didn't die bc HE DESERVED BETTER! Hope you like it, I loved to hear some feed back so I'm here if you have something to say :)

Eddie watches her behind his locker, she’s wearing a horrendous and pretentious outfit; khaki shorts with a yellow blouse and a navy blue sweater. She’s wearing a brown belt to accentuate her waist and her wild hair is at the same time ideally brushed. Natural make-up, which he’s sure is not natural at all, just subtle pink gloss stands out. He passes by her side and notices the contrast between her perfectly white snickers and his once-white snickers. 

She’s surrounded by a bunch of girls all kissing her feet, all of them reminded her that her clothes are top-notch, her hair is beautiful, she’s super smart and her brother is oh so handsome. Eddie can’t stand the Harringtons. They’re everything that is wrong with the world, people like them are the reason injustice exists. And they’re twins, beautiful twins, with rich parents which only proves his theory. 

At the end of the hall, her brother calls for her. She leaves her friends and runs towards Steve who’s waiting for her with Nancy Wheeler, his girlfriend. As she runs, accidentally bumps into him, which causes him to throw his D&D notebook. Not only does she scoffed at him but rolls her eyes with an apology full of hypocrisy.

“You are such a nerd” even though she’s doing it only for decency and the good manners daddy and mommy bought her, he lets her pick up his notebook, and she took a quick glance at it.

“I’m not the one with straights A’s princess” 

She stands up and turns to go on her way, her brother was watching the whole scene and is mortified that his sister, the princess of Hawkings High, spend more than ten seconds speaking to a freak. 

"Go back to hell freak" Steves yells. 

"Fuck you Harrington" usually Steve and his assholes friends don’t pay attention to Eddie, for some reason, they're always behind Jonathan Byers, he's not glad for the guy but gotta be thankful it's not him. He has bad days like this and to deal with a bunch of bullies… he could handle them, and frankly didn't care that much, but today he didn’t want to do that. 

YN gives him one final cold look and leaves through the front door. I really hate the Harringtons.

-

Steve showed up at school one day with his pretty face destroyed. Things changed after that, Eddie noticed how the twins, especially YN, were more lowkey. Steve was dealing with his own battles but YN started to be nicer to everyone, even Eddie. She couldn't stand him, but she wasn't mean anymore. Eddie also noticed how she wasn’t as close with the cheerleaders as she used to, she had been getting lunch with only her brother and Nancy. 

He was willing to give her the benefit of the doubt when Billy appeared in the picture. She started dating him after a couple of weeks, going against everyone, rumor was she stopped being close to Steve because he wasn't very fond of the idea. After all, Billy was stepping into King’s Steve territory. 

Eddie was leaving Hellfire Club, his d&d club when he heard a very loud sound coming from one of the classrooms. It sounded as if one of the sits were thrown against the other, he hesitated on going to check what was going on but if anything were to happen, he was sure he'd be blamed for it. When he was just a few feet away from the door he saw Billy leaving the classroom, he looked annoyed and with his stupid and defining smile of his, Billy ignored Eddie and just walked away. Still, Eddie went to see what happened, he was curious as to what HH's new asshole had done. To his surprise, YN was sitting on the floor, her face buried in her hands. She had a cut on his arms that was starting to bleed.

Eddie was a little clumsy, and he had to run away from home several times as a kid before Wayne took him in. He practically scaped from his dad and due to his clumsiness, he used to get a lot of cuts, scrapes, and bruises, that’s why Wayne taught him to always carry bandaids, all kinds of them: plastic, sheer, foam, flexible fabric, and his all-time favorite; with funky designs. 

He steps into the classroom and sits in front of YN, she acknowledges his presence only when he took her arm and with a piece of paper cleans the blood that was almost getting to his shirt. It was one of those cuts that bleed a lot but in reality, is barely an injury. They don’t say a word, YN looks away and Eddie is focused on cleaning the wound. He finishes quickly and proceeds to put on the bandaid, he chose a navy blue one with little baby blue lighting. 

He gives a gentle press to secure the bandaid making sure he doesn't press too hard on the injury and that’s it. He stands up and is prepared to leave the place when a fragile and tender hold stops his walk. YN is looking at him, her eyes are watery but she didn’t let a single tear leave her eyes. Now that he thinks about it, she wasn’t crying when he entered the room, even if it was a silent cry, he would have noticed it. Maybe she’s one of those people who don’t cry. 

“Thanks” she says with a little smile. For the first time, Eddie doesn’t see a fake pretentious smile, this smile is a genuine one, grateful even. Her eyes are so big, that even though they reflect sadness, there’s a special light in them. Or maybe it’s just the tears.

“Sure” she let go of his hand and he turns around to walk out, he’s thinking how bad Billy must be if he left his girlfriend alone and bleeding in an empty school. Hell, maybe he got her hurt. 

-

Summer was around the corner, the hype for school to be over was everywhere. Eddie was planning a campaign in the library since it was practically empty. There was no more homework, finals have passed, at this point, people only attended school to play. He just got the news that once again he was not graduating, this was the second time and the thought of being in this hell of a place one more entire year made his skin crawl. That’s why he was taking his time with his new campaign, it helped him to clear his mind.

“You’re holding too hard it’s starting to hurt” he recognizes YN’s voice in a second, he didn't hear that damn voice all the time in class all these years in vain. He’s sure she’s not in the library and ignores the voice.

“Billy, let go. You’re hurting me” Eddie looks up, and through the library’s window, he sees Billy pulling YN’s arm forcing her to walk. He lets out a big sigh, he’s once again in the predicament of just going on with his life or interfering in something he has nothing to do. Billy is one scary man, he won’t hesitate in taking Eddie to his grave, being honest, Eddie wouldn’t last a minute against Billy. On the other hand, Billy does something to her, he couldn’t deal with the guilt. And of course, he condones violence against women, he swore he was never gonna be like his father and if he could do anything to prevent and stop another abusive man, he was gonna do it. 

As he’s walking to get behind the library, he sees Steve talking to some people, maybe the right thing to do was to tell Steve what he saw, that way he couldn’t get any problems. He thinks about the possibility of going for help with Steve, which would ruin his entire reputation, and Steve’s friends would probably laugh at him. Get it together, this is not about you.

“Hey Steve” the guy turns and sees Eddie standing in front of him. It was weird for both of them to be facing each other, they felt so uncomfortable you could cut the awkwardness in the air.

“What do you want Munson?” the tension increases because Eddie can find the words and Steve is impatient. 

“Listen man, I don’t mean to be nosy or anything but I think you should know this” Eddie begins to explain. Steve asks Eddie to go with him and find his sister, he’s not amused since he didn’t want to get involved in the first place, that’s why he told the twin, but then again, he doesn’t want the story of the abusive partner to repeat. 

They spot Billy first and he’s so angry, his whole face is red. He’s raising his voice at her, she’s not letting him walk all over her and respond back, this obviously makes Billy angrier and he grabs her by her arms. There’s no need to be a genius to notice how Billy’s strength hurts her. Steve’s reaction is to run and immediately push Billy away, she falls to the floor due to Billy’s quick movement and Eddie helps her stand up trying not to grab her by the several bruises she already had. 

She begs Steve not to fight and even when he wants to do it more than anything, he stops himself just to avoid a dramatic scene where his sister would be the center of attention. Eddie has to give it to Steve, the teens in Hawkins High were judgmental, very, and always blamed the victim, it was smart not to create more drama in which she would be the first target.

“You touch her again, I’ll fucking kill you” Billy laughs and makes fun of the three before disappearing to get to his car. Eddie couldn’t believe how someone who was having her arc of redemption could be with someone as awful as Billy. Maybe he didn’t know the guy but from what he’s seen, there are not many good things about him. 

"Thank you" YN holds Eddie's hand, she squeezes it a little and smiles fondly at him. It was the second genuine smile she's given and now that he thinks about it, her smile is beautiful. Her smile is like a warm hug. 

He stays behind and watched them go, hoping that after everything, he never has to see YN giving her beautiful smile to Billy. 

- 

He was surprised to see YN at the school after Hellfire. The last time he knew about her was at the beginning of summer when she left a present at his door. The big box only had a note that says “Thanks. -YN Harrington”. He knew what the gift was for, she didn’t have to do it, Eddie began to think about what kind of life someone has to feel like they have to give something in return to someone who was just being nice. She had gifted him a blue electric guitar, and he loved it, of course, it wasn’t as special as his girl but it was still amazing. He’d like to rehearse with the blue guitar and even though he didn’t use it on his gigs, he’d still carried it around. 

“No way you’re here!” Dustin hugs her fondly while Erica and Mike look surprised too. The three of them greet her, they seem excited and immediately start to jump around her asking a lot of questions. She asks them to calm down and offers a ride home. 

“I’m going with my parents thanks. I’ve spent too much time with these nerds” Erica looks down at them rolling her eyes. YN loved Erica with his whole heart, she was a total girl boss. “You’re a cool nerd to play, maybe I’ll grace your needy reading club again”

“Lady Applejack” Eddie does a silly courtesy and lets her pass, YN eyes finally notices Eddie. His hair is longer than before and for some reason, his body seems bigger, like he’s gained some muscles. She notices that his shirts are getting better, the hellfire logo looks way more detailed than before. He incremented the quality, I respect that. 

It’s notorious to the boys, how the mood changed when Eddie and YN saw each other. They were standing in a straight position, like soldiers waiting to be ordered to do something, even breath is getting a little awkward.  

“So Eddie” Dustin said after a full minute of silence. “Do you need a ride?”     

“Those are not the manners I taught you little lost sheep” Eddie knows it’s your car and doesn’t want to bother, let alone make her feel uncomfortable. She looks different, the preppy outfit is gone, and her makeup is a little more refined but her glossy lips remain intact. "The lady here doesn't seem so happy about my presence"

"The lady here" she responds getting along with the game, Eddie like the playful smile she has on her face and is willing to pull all of his charms as long as she wants it. "It's not happy you’re corrupting her brother's children. But if the kind sir wants a ride, who am I to deny it" 

Eddie is having problems getting air to his lungs, she was every boy's dream for a reason. He was proud of his charming personality and way with words but at the moment he didn’t know how to respond. She made a funny courtesy mocking him and the innocent face she had, made his heart race. What in heaven's sake? 

He excused himself saying that he had an appointment to get to and leaving them in her car. YN says a cute goodbye to him, smiling so brightly and waving at him. He got a quick glance at her before getting in his van. Maybe, after all, he didn’t hate this Harrington that much.  

-

Eddie never in his life imagined that he'd be in this kind of situation. He was accused of murder, had to run from the police, had himself trapped in a shitty dimension called the upside down, now he was arriving at the Harrington's house in a stolen motor house full of weapons and planning to get back to said shitty dimension in an attempt to kill a dark wizard that wanted to take control over the world. Everything felt surreal to him. 

It was almost 11 pm when they saw the streets clear, due to the curfew, and got the trailer out of the woods and into Harrington's garage. This might be the craziest part so far, he made himself "at home" next to the ones he always despised, in their house no less. 

"We can take turns to shower and maybe rest a little" Steve was getting out of the kitchen with his hands holding five beers and Dustin behind him with a pack of sodas. The mood was tense, they had their hearts full of hope as well as fear. Fear that maybe they were walking to their inevitable death. 

The kids were the first to take showers, they used two bathrooms to save time since it was dangerous to be separated in case Vecna tried to take one of them. Eddie and YN were the last to take a shower. 

As the warm water relaxed his body, Eddie still felt anxious, he was determined to not run this time, he wasn't letting his fears rule this time. No more running from Eddie the banished, he had said to Dustin. 

When he got out of the bathroom Steve had left him a shirt and some pants to change, ok no, this is the craziest. Eddie in a Hawkins' High shirt with the basketball shorts to match. 

"You're hilarious Steve, didn't you have the jacket to match?" He walks out of the room and only finds YN sitting on the stairs smoking a cigarette. 

"Hate to tell you this but it was I who chose this precious outfit you're wearing and I did think about the jacket but it's too warm you know?" she laughs "want a smoke?" 

"I think Robin's gonna be disgusted if she catches us smoking" while taking a seat, he grabs a cigarette and starts to smoke. 

"Meh, she has more control over Steve, I can handle a disgusted Robin" 

Eddie knows how gross smoking is, it's also really bad for the body and even worse for the environment, yet, he can't help but think that YN looks really hot while doing it. She looks like one of those elegant actresses from the 50s. Her side profile should be in a museum.

"Big fan of Alice in Wonderland?" she takes a look at her pajamas, her really old pajamas.

"Our parents aren't around a lot you know? And after we turned ten they didn't care if they'll be available for our birthdays" YN explain, her voice mixing sadness and whatever "So Steve and I always spend our birthday together, all day for us. And as soon as we could, started to buy gifts for each other. He's very good at it and he's never gotten me the same thing, so, when we were fourteen he got me these pj's and they've become my comfort clothes" she embraces herself and smells the fabric, dreamy eyes, and warm smile. "Sounds silly I know"

"No, no, no, not at all" Eddie says grabbing her hand "I actually think is great that you have each other. It's kinda what I have with my uncle" 

"Yeah?"

"No shit, he’s the best" 

"Well I'd love to meet him" 

"I think we can arrange that" he's closer to YN than ever before, their noses almost touching. Her minty breath over his lips. They only had a couple of hours of calm before their plan started, and Eddie wants it to spend every second of it with her. He grabs her chin and rubs her cheek with his thumb, not for even one second, YN stops staring at him. She's noticing how beautiful his eyes are, his wet hair is dripping a little, and he’s glowing like she’s never seen someone glow before. 

Their lips are almost pressed against the other when Nancy appeared in the hall looking for them. They were gonna take turns to sleep thirty minutes and half of the group would guard. 

“Ok, we’ll wait for you two” Nancy is one of the most brilliant people in the world, YN really admired her but right now, she wanted to kill her for two reasons: 

The smile on her face let them notice that she knew what was happening. 

She interrupted what could have been an amazing kiss.    

-

Amazed can be described as causing a strong emotional reaction because of unexpectedness, but never YN imagine she’d be in the presence of something that the expression itself couldn’t describe. She’s astonished watching Eddie play guitar, YN doesn’t know the song, it’s not her taste, but Eddie playing it is definitely working for her. The way he’s moving his fingers is mesmerizing, she feels in some kind of spell; his stage presence, if you can call the top of his trailer a stage, is simply majestic. 

At the trailer, once the bats had been distracted, Eddie and Dustin were through the clouds because of the performance, jumping, clapping and screaming. YN had stayed behind, just watching their excitement, for her, it was the cutest thing that could happen in the middle of the end of the world. 

Eddie turned to her and lift her off the ground, spinning around like in an old movie. When he puts her down, they look in the eyes. They never expected to be in this place, throughout the entire adventure they’ve been together. With YN, Eddie didn’t feel judged or pitty, on the contrary, he could feel her supporting him and never doubting his innocence. They got to know each other several times they got paired together, Eddie knew she liked to dance to Tears for Fears, she hated thunderstorms and had been battling with a lot of anxiety issues, in no time he learned how to deal with them and was now part of the protect YN club, as Dustin calls it. And now, she knew that Eddie is a sweet person, he likes to go for walks and pick up rocks and flowers that he thinks are interesting, he has a beautiful spirit and he’s not afraid of showing his inner kid; he was also very gentle and polite when he wanted to be and his loyalty and priorities were something he always had first. 

The bats attacking the trailer wake them up, forcing them to react fast and protect all the entrances however they could. As soon as they finish, Eddie sent Dustin first to the other side, once he is safe, Eddie is ready to let you go.

YN already has her hands on the sheets and she gives one last look to Eddie's big eyes. He can't resist her gaze, he said Dustin that he was done running and now he didn’t want to wonder if they could've been. 

In a decisive moment, he takes YN's face in his hands and kisses her. Her lips were soft, almost silken, and pillowy against his own. He could feel the soft tickle of her breath beneath his nose, fingers carding through her hair as they breathed each other in. Warmth blossomed in YN's chest, butterflies dancing in her stomach.  

Without saying another word, he hugs her. An intimate hug where their chest and stomachs touch, all he did was hug her. Her brain is still dizzy but she listens to Eddie and starts climbing. When she reaches the other side with Dustin, she's ready to catch Eddie with open arms but he has other plans.

"I'm buying more time" was all he said.

Her heart stops at the sign of Eddie cutting the sheets and running away. She and Dustin scream at the top of their lungs, begging him to come back but all they hear is the bats attacking the trailer. 

"Dustin quick, get the chair" 

"No, you can't get back. Steve..."

"Steve will have to understand" several years of volleyball and cheerleading practices finally we're paying off, she jumped and somehow managed to fall and not injured too much. 

She's running. Of course Steve would never understand, YN herself didn't understand what she was about to do. It was a stupid idea, what was she supposed to do? Just scream at the bats to leave Eddie alone? Distract them? She didn't know, all she knew was that she was not leaving Eddie alone. 

She spotted Eddie surrounded by hundreds of bats, he was trying his best to stop them with the shield but it was almost broken. He was now on the floor bleeding.  Almost there, an idea came to her mind, and without thinking so much, she throws the bike at the bats with as much strength as she can find in her arms, this allows her to find a way to Eddie.

The bats turn their attention to her, as a weapon she had chosen Steve’s nail bat because, in a really weird way, it was like her brother was there to get her back like always. 

She’s just swinging the bat like there’s no tomorrow, and sadly, maybe there wasn’t. The bats were too many, the bites hurt like hell and the bastards tried their best to choke her. Out of the blue, Eddie is barely standing but willing to help her.

Maybe not so much time has passed but it sure feels like it, the bits burn like hell. They’ve never experienced that kind of burning in their skin. They were losing the fight, both severely injured and exhausted from fighting. Suddenly, all the bats fall heavily to the ground. Eddie can’t understand what happened, he takes the bat and starts pinching a few to make sure they’re gone.

He falls in front of her, his hand pressing on one side of his stomach. She quickly gets on the ground with him, YN ripped off her shirt to make bandages on the worst injuries even if she’s injured herself, she wants to make sure he’s got a chance.

“You came back?” Eddie’s voice was weak, barely loud enough to hear it. YN didn’t pay so much attention to what he was saying, she just wanted to cure him somehow. He takes her hands, usually, she would be disgusted by all the blood, but in the present time, his touch gave her somehow peace. “Please, just why?”

“I couldn’t leave you. You’ve always been around for me, even if you didn’t have to” she stops with the bandages at the sign that she couldn’t do more “I’m sure at that time you hated me, and to be honest I hated you too but now… you’re so precious Eddie I just got the time to get to know you, please don’t leave us. Don’t leave me” 

“We’ll have the time” Eddie squeezes YN’s hand and she’s crying in his chest. “I think it’s finally my year” 

Her wounds were bad as well, she was not losing that much blood but the pain was insufferable, pain that she had ignored to help Eddie. “‘86 baby” was the last she heard before passing out from the pain.   

-

Eddie woke up in a room he didn’t recognize and it was a hideous room. The curtains and walls had the same plain design and on the wall was a single picture: a car. Who the fuck lives here? 

“Hey, I thought I could get back before you wake up" Steve says in a whisper. 

"I appreciate the romantic gesture but why are you whispering?"

"Take a look on the floor" Eddie looks to the right and sees nothing, he raises his eyebrow "On the other side you moron " 

There she is completely knocked out. YN is sleeping on a mattress cover with only a sheet, Eddie can notice her pajamas, her comfort pajamas. She looks like an angel even with all the cuts and bruises. Steve kindly moves her to wake her up, it takes only a couple of pushes for her to wake up in a rush.

"How is he?... oh my god you're up!" He's never seen someone jump so fast. YN pulls Eddie closer in a tight hug, he responds back and grabs her with both arms. Both of them closed their eyes, after their last hug it was a miracle they were hugging again. 

"Careful there, he almost dies remember?" 

"Oh right I'm sorry, I shouldn't press too hard" 

"Don't you dare start listening to your brother now" Eddie takes YN's hands provoking her to feel a little tingle on her stomach "Listen I just wanna say that…"

"Oh for the love of God don't say I love you" Steve interrupts "You don't love each other yet, you just share trauma" 

"Don worry dude, I'll tell you I love you too" she laughs when her brother leaves the room, he was blushing. "So anyways, I really wanna thank you for getting back, for me. You could've died" 

"But I didn't and we got you a chance to live" 

"So I guess it's my turn to really say thank you uh?" 

"It is Eddie the banished, Dungeon Master of Hellfire" 

"Cute, cute" Eddie shuts up for a moment, he was looking through the window, it was still hard to believe everything that happened. "I'd like to get to know you better… I don't want to leave whatever happened in the upside down to be just whatever" 

"Well, we might face the end of the world together so why not” 

They talked for hours, in between laughs and some tears they were happy to have someone to share their feelings. YN was tormented by the fact that she used to be a bitch to Eddie in school and apologized a lot for it until he accepted it. He mocked her for her preppy outfits and she remind him how funny his hair looked when it was growing. Before getting back to sleep she thank him one more time for always being around when she needed someone. 

“I’ve always been around and I’m planning to stay, remember I still have to say I love you” 

-

Wayne Munson was a skeptical man, he had faced a lot of crap in his life. He was a war veteran and throughout those years he developed a strong character, he learned to believe and trust only his close ones. Sadly, he was forgetting how to love too, but when his sister passed away, he couldn’t let his nephew with the crap of a dad he had. Eddie was almost eleven when he arrived at Wayne’s trailer, of course the man didn’t have a clue on how to raise a child, let alone a child like Eddie. His boy, as Wayne tends to call him with other people, was a tornado of pure joy, Eddie was a kind passionate kid with big dreams and great talent for everything that included being creative; music was his greatest passion but he also love fantasy, that’s why Wayne used to took him to thrift shops and book fairs to buy as many books and they could. Eddie didn’t mind the books weren’t new, in fact, he liked the idea that all his books had a past, he invented stories about the previous owners and always narrated them to his uncle. Wayne really loves his nephew, when a random kid told him he knew where Eddie was, he doubted it’ll be true, his hopes were less and less every day. 

“You’re telling me, that my Eddie is inside the Harrington’s house?” Wayne is almost frustrated with Dustin because he won’t say a single clear thing. “Listen kid, I can’t keep losing my time…”

The front door opens and the Harrington twins greet him, they invite him to come down and he hesitates to do so. It’s been two days since the “earthquake”, Wayne wonders if something happened to these kids because the boy has marks on his neck and arms and the girl has bruises all over her face and arms as well. 

“Are your parents home? I’d love to thank them for inviting me to their home” the twins look at each other, their parents only called them and ask if they were alive and that more money was transferred into their individual accounts for the emergency. Wayne knew the Harringtons only on the surface: rich, important, never in Hawkins. 

“They’re not but that’s not important,” the girl said “I’m YN Harrington, your nephew has told me, us, a lot about you sir. If you could follow me please”

Wayne followed her upstairs, a little nervous of the interaction. She stopped in one of the rooms and opened one of the doors, with her hand she offered Wayne to enter and he did. Laying in bed, with a beat-up face and bandages all over him was his nephew. Wayne immediately went to hug him and Eddie return his hug with a big sigh. even when he was the one who went to fight in another dimension, Eddie was always worried for the well-being of his uncle, the only family he had. 

“I thought I’ll never see you again” Eddie clap his uncle’s back with a big smile. 

“Come on Wayne! you know only the good die young” 

 “I’ll leave you alone for a moment” YN was watching them, for a moment she wished she and Steve had someone like Wayne in their lives, but at least they had their chosen family. 

“No please,” Eddie said and offered a place on the bed “I want to introduce you”.

YN was about to get to bed when in the window, she saw white dust falling. Her expression changed and Eddie noticed it right away. Her face was in complete shock and panic. She goes closer to the window, Eddie stands up and gets next to her, the pain was nothing compared to the fear that invaded his body. 

YN looks for his hand, Eddie intertwined their fingers and look her in the eyes at the same time as her. Both watching the dust fall all over town, they realized the battle is not over.  

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[brazilnt]

I’m new and trying to catch up. If it’s not too much trouble could you do a quick recap of the neybappe drama? I’m so lost! They seemed so close

a very quick and short summary is that when ky came to psg he quickly got on well with ney. ney had only just transferred there from barca himself (causing the biggest heartache of my whole life) and he’d basically taken ky under his wing. ky looked up to ney they had great chemistry and had such a cute lil bro big bro relationship and this continued for years. idk i personally expected a neymessi type relationship between the two, esp bc they had similar age gaps and were all on top of their games etc. like it was set up so perfect. some may say their relationship started to fall apart bc ky got a big head or wanted ney’s position or had even outgrown him but personally i think it’s because they are both cut from the same cloth, there can be issues when you’re too alike yk?. like they’re literally the same person and have the same responsibilities but whereas for ney it’s coming towards the final curve of his career so he obviously wants to do everything that’ll solidify him as a legend, whereas ky is at the beginning and wants to prove himself. they’re both super competitive and can be childish and immature at times but and the end of the day they just both wanna win. now bringing messi into the fold did add another layer of drama bc neymessi are really close and have like 10+ years history so naturally they’d gravitate together and the same happened when achraf came, he and kylian became besties with quickness. they just clicked, like they’re the same age with the same interests etc. this might be a controversial take but personally i think ky works well with hakimi bc he doesn’t question his authority. not saying that he’s looking for a yes man or something but neymar or messi wouldn’t fill that role for him like they’re too talented and they’re too grown. hakimi just looks up to him and i think he likes that about him. not that there’s anything wrong with that, i believe their friendship is real and i adore kykimi down! 

notable mentions in the drama: ney liking tweets shading ky. him not wanting to talk about him at an after match interview. ky basically having to be begged to stay at psg and his new “executive decision maker” contract. another thing that people love to use as drama fodder within MNM is that kyks lovesssssss ronaldo. like idk why messi would care but the people seem to care.

just realised this isn’t quick nor short so im sorry. this is all that i can think of from the top of my head. but don’t worry these two are always hot and cold and their drama has never reached a point where it’s horrifically effected their teamwork or ability on the field. they’ll be alright dw. i also think the fans and media in general take things wayyy too far. like on one hand you have every media outlet reporting that ky is big headed and thinks he’s important to the team and trying to frame it like it’s a bad thing but it’s the honest truth. he really is indispensable. if you have the president of the mfing country basically begging you to stay in paris and not move to rm you’re a pretty big deal. (also don’t get me started on macron the fucking wasteman)

anyway if you have any more questions feel free to ask!

#ask #anon

[alister312]

hi alister. can we have some date headcanons for your ships <3

HI DANI YES U CAN <3 I’ll do the ships that have been the most on my mind lately bc if I did every single ship I shipped this would be impossibly long

Gregstophe: Honestly I don’t imagine them going on legit dates all that often! I think they’re the sort of couple that just… comes together. Gregory certainly loves the idea of a date, the ceremony of it all. It’s a good excuse to dress up and go somewhere nice, but Christophe doesn’t much see the point in it. He prefers privacy. So I think they often go out but they don’t really call it a “date”.

Style: I think Kyle really likes scheduling couples classes for the two of them. Like cooking classes or learning certain ballroom dances… stuff like that. For one, I think they both love learning new stuff. Second, Kyle can show off himself and Stan to other couples in the class. He got himself the perfect guy and wants everyone to know it.

Crenny: I know it’s not super big these days but MAN do I love me some Classic Crenny™️, with the two of them being little delinquents skipping school or just hanging out at like… the in-between hours, if that makes sense. Late at night, on breaks at work, times like that. As such a lot of their dates are just about spending time around each other but I think one of their favorite things to do is having debates about pointless stuff. They’re silly, they can go as long or as short as either one wants, and it helps them get a better idea of each other’s perspective and worldview without being too upsetting.

Clybevin: My new favorite polycule to bounce around in my head <3 Honestly I think they love going to movie premieres and cons together in cosplay! It’s a perfect blend of all their interests. Bebe loves being able to design and coordinate their outfits, Clyde loves being able to look cool and show off, and Kevin loves being able to geek out about stuff. Outside of that, I think they do like just watching movies and shows together as a date activity. Since their houses are all next to one another, it’s a quick walk to whoever is hosting and they cuddle up in the basement and turn something on.

Twole: I don’t talk about it often but I do think Twole is interesting!! I think both Tweek and Christophe would need total destressers, what with both of their general paranoia and demanding jobs. They probably do relaxing but also physical stuff like yoga… maybe not in a class (Tweek’s afraid to mess up in front of everyone and Christophe want a teacher maybe coming and touching him to correct his position) so they have an instructor on YouTube they like and they follow their videos together.

Dip: I’m such a sucker for Damien trying to be a normal human so bad and Pip has SUCH enthusiastic peppy tour guide energy that I think their dates mainly consist of Pip showing Damien around regular places. It’s a little weird to have someone talk about, say, a mall as if they’re in either an advertisement for or documentary all about the concept of malls, but Pip’s quirky like that and Damien enjoys that.

#THANK U DANI I LOVE U <3 if there’s any other specific ships u were wondering about lemme know 👀 #south park #sp ships #sp headcanons #gregstophe #sp style #sp crenny #sp clybevin #sp clybe #sp stolovan #sp twole #sp dip

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rec ask

Alas, I’m currently staying at a place with my family that has an open floor plan so take from that what you will. Also in the mood for sapphics if you have any boss

Icebreaker by A.I. Graziadei - from what i remember this is the mildest of these recs, very little to nothing but this is the oldest one i read. Honestly i don’t remember much but the sister characters are wonderful and i would marry them 10/10

Time to Shine by Rachel Reid - very short, sweet, a bit quick for my taste with character falling but it’s very idealistic. Also minimal smut and you can tell when it’sit’s coming so pretty skippale

Jerkbait by Mia Siegert - not my favorite, felt a bit flat and Just not super likable, tried to be very sad just threw things in and very rushed.

The Hockey Ever After Series by Morgan James and Ashlyn Kane - ok the first and third are the best ones in my opinion bc they’re the only ones i remember but they are appropriately silly, probably a bit lighter than breakaway. They do be banging though so keep your eyes peeled for that bc it will just happen

The under-statement of the year - this is cute, not too memorable but it takes everything a bit more serious. College kids, a bit unrealistic but honestly it is a cute fun read. Less sex? Maybe? I forget but it was definitely skippable

#asked and aenswered #swan says a thing #swan and amanda talk breakaway #holy shit i thought i posted this #oops

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Okay finally I’m gonna talk about Yue Kan Shao Nu aka The Comic Bang aka C-Drama GSNK.

Shen Yue as Zuo QianDai (Chiyo)

Ahhhhh she’s so cute!

Look at the bows!

Also I found a video of her interacting with Jackson Wang and if the show is like a QUARTER as cute as that video I’ll be happy

Wang JingXuan as Lu YeQi(Nozaki)

This is such a random thing but he’s so pretty? Like I always expected Nozaki’s face to be hella generic but this guy is so nice looking. Not complaining though.

The grey blazer. It persists!

The videos of him and Shen Yue interacting are so wholesome! They have a good vibe together I think that’ll be super good for onscreen chemistry.

Zhou YanChen as Chai ZiYu(Mikorin)

HI SORRY REAL QUICK I KNOW THIS GUY HE WAS ON IDOL PRODUCER. I was rooting for him he had to perform when he was hella sick and you can’t tell.

Okay back to the show.

It doesn’t look like they’re doing the whole “bad boy” image thing he seems like a nice young man.

Their dedication to keeping the looks fairly realistic and still having red hair is commendable it looks good.

Jenny Zeng as Zhao JieYue(Seo)

I’m curious if they’ll keep Seo’s personality the same or change it. Idk enough about C drama character types to say for sure.

She was on Youth With You season 2. She’s very talented I hope they have her actually sing as Lorelei.

She really does look like Seo like her face is very Seo I can’t explain why but she does.

Wu Yu Heng as Jiang Ruo Song(Wakamatsu)

Look at him! Studying manga! He looks so into it.

WHY WERE ALL THESE ACTORS ON SURVIVAL SHOWS THIS GUY WAS ON THE MALE PRODUCE CAMP SEASON. I mean he’s talented so its fine but still.

I always forget that canonically Wakamatsu is REALLY hot bc he’s such a dork but if they keep that personality this is going to be so freaking funny.

Zhao Yi Qin as Gu Zheng Xing(Hori)

I have no explanation as to why but like. This is Hori. Like his face. He looks like Hori. That’s Hori.

His acting is so cute and sweet in the one drama I’ve seen by him(it was called sweet sweet it was about magic ice cream it was fun) so if they keep the personality from the manga this is going to be SO FUNNY.

The ONE downside is that he’s not short. Like he’s 5’11 that isn’t short especially compared to Kashima’s actress who’s only like 5’6 so I’m curious what joke they’ll replace the short jokes with.

Rachel Wang as Luo Dao(Kashima)

She’s so pretty.

Apparently she’s very fierce/confident so it’ll be interesting to see how she plays Kashima everyone’s favorite airhead genius.

Seriously she’s got like an e girl aesthetic she’s so chic.

Also I love her outfit? Like I know it’s simple but idk it just really fits.

#Yue Kan Shao Nu #the comic bang #c drama #gsnk #mgnk #anime #monthly girls nozaki kun #monthly girls' nozaki kun #gekkan shoujo nozaki kun