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formosusiniquis · 7 months

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today is a new day to find you

Eddie is having the worst day known to man. It might qualify as a catastrophic event. Missing homework, lunch spilled on the cafeteria floor, broken strings at band practice, and that's not even touching Steve Harrington.

Steve Harrington who keeps talking to him like they're friends. Steve Harrington who has become a new person overnight. Steve Harrington who keeps making hypotheticals about time loops. Steve Harrington who is somehow the best and worst part of his day.

AKA my @steddiebang fic!!

Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson; Tommy Hagan & Steve Harrington & Carol Perkins; Past Steve Harrington/Nancy Wheeler; Corroded Coffin & Eddie Munson WC: 57K | Rated M | Tags/Themes: Time Loop, Sort of No Upside Down AU, Angst w/Happy Ending, King Steve Growth Arc

Check out my fantastic artists who brought this fic to life, I've been so blessed to have them pick out my fic to make art for! You can find @sammichtastic on twitter at sammichesnstuff and her piece here! You can find @milkychai on twitter too at at milkychai and their piece here!

And a special thank you to my Beta @rainingingeorgia who really helped whip what you're seeing into shape!

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five (FINISHED)

It was, in a word, fucked that he had to take gym a second time along with the rest of senior year. It was, in several words, absolutely fucking bullshit because he had actually passed gym the first time. Surely, his senior gym credit should still count, even if he’d treated it like office hours to set up deals with meatheads in a venue that didn’t actively put him in harm's way. Well, mostly out of harm’s way, as the blood spotting his uniform shirt can attest.

Hell, there were some days his last block gym class was the only one he’d attend. Slipping in with the bell at 2:15 in time to be the last one in the locker room and out on the line for attendance. Now he’s being forced back through it for what? No seriously, for what? Surely there was some other elective that could fit in this block, shouldn’t the second year senior get first dibs at study hall or something.

Maybe if he complains enough about the loss of his civil liberties. His freedom of expression is being taken from him by forcing him into this shit uniform. Maybe if he’s a big enough headache they’ll just let him leave. He’s learned the rules to enough of these little sports, there had to be a test he could take to prove that he doesn’t need to be a walking target on a volleyball court.

Not that he thinks Jenny Marshall meant to peg him in the face and give him a bloody nose, but the sentiment stands. Between the shorts and the blood he looks like a sad shaky shelter dog or something.

There are, of course, some fringe benefits. Eddie may have to wear the signature Tiger green, but so does Steve Harrington, who definitely has the legs for the outrageously short gym uniform they’re forced to dress out in. And if he’s going to keep looking for that silver fucking lining like he promised Uncle Wayne he would; thanks to Jenny Marshall he gets to ride the bleachers and watch pretty, pretty Steve Harrington bounce around in those shorts for the rest of class. Maybe a more bronzed lining than silver, Harrington hangs onto the sun warmed summer glow even with the October chill creeping in. Freckled thighs with nary a tan line in sight Eddie lets himself wonder if the rumors that had circled the big 18th birthday bash are true: when Harrington’s not in the swim team speedo he doesn’t swim in anything at all.

The volleyball net that Steve is playing at, floppy and torn, is more of a suggestion than a barrier. Now that Eddie is benched, it’s Harrington’s five against Hargrove’s four. The tides haven’t changed in anyone’s favor.

Billy had placed himself across from Harrington at the start of the game, his patience rewarded now as they rotate positions and the King is once again opposite him in the front row. That not-barrier doing all it can to keep the two a foot apart, Hargrove pacing in the eighteen inches of space his position in front of Steve allows. Jenny and her nose killer serve send the ball over to Hargrove’s side of the net. They get it up in the air again and Hargrove smacks the ball down hard between Steve and Sarah Smith.

It hits the floor with a thwack that makes Eddie wince. Almost drowning out Billy’s mean little laugh, but there’s no missing the smug look on his face. The far too proud of himself smirk he sends somewhere to the left of Steve.

It’s for Steve though. Definitely for Steve.

The usurper to the throne, Hargrove has been sniffing for weakness that Eddie was pretty sure wasn’t there. The closest Harrington has ever come to failure was last year’s attempts at Nancy Wheeler, one he seemed to give up as soon as it started.

Tommy H. would be the reason, if Eddie had any guesses. He tried to base an NPC group around the Harrington court once. Tommy a loyal knight to a mostly inept king. Tommy who sidles up close to Sarah, despite his own maiden the Lady Carol playing one net over, smirking the same smug smile as Hargrove -- maybe another weak spot in the Harrington reign -- he says something loud enough to embarrass Sarah if the way she flushes and scurries closer to Harrington’s side is any indication but not enough for Eddie to make out.

He never did get the character balances to work in the game. He scripted and broke down motivation and drive but every time he just couldn’t figure out what Hagan did for Steve. Couldn’t figure out why Harrington kept his so-called friends around.

Gym takes too damn long to end. Or maybe it ends too soon. The final bell that releases him from his prison like Cthulu from the deep is buried quickly under the ringing in his ears as Steve Harrington is calling his name. Resignation fills his spirit, but when the King beckons you wait.

#my fic #steddie #steddie fic #steddie big bang #steddiebang23 #time loop #this will be the fic masterpost so get ready to see it so much #screaming forever #so excited you all are going to see this thing ive been working on for the last forever #and even more excited for you to see the dope art!!!

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iheartcake123 · 2 years

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☁️obvious-steve harrington☁️

a/n: this isn’t the best but i have better ones currently in the making so please bare with me lmao also im currently watching season 4 and all im going to say is im working on some eddie munson fics so keep an eye out ig👀

warnings: none

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summary: your feelings for steve harrington are obvious to everyone but him

“well clearly im not good enough because she’d rather be with jonathon byers than with me” steve sighed as he looked out of his car window.

“steve. she was drunk, she probably didn’t mean any of it..just let it be” you explained turning your head to look at him.

“i can’t just let it be! i love her and she called our entire relationship bullshit”

“you know what nancy has been through, especially with barbara. just before doing anything think about it, okay?”

steve let out a loud sigh as he nodded his head.

“yeah i can do that” he pat his car wheel enthusiastically before opening the door and getting out of the car.

you closely followed and before you knew it you were walking with steve to your first period.

you couldn’t help but be in a daze as you were sat in your lessons throughout the day. deep down you felt bad that steve and nancy were having some relationship issues but a part of you was glad that it was happening. this is because of your lifetime crush you’ve had on steve since a child.

you thought you’d made it obvious you liked him all these years but it nothing happened. steve never seemed to reciprocate the feelings so, eventually when him and nancy became girlfriend and boyfriend, you hid your feelings for the sake of their relationship.

“earth to y/n!” tina clicked her fingers in front of your face causing you snap out of a daydream.

“huh? yeah?” you smiled paying your full attention to your friends.

“too busy thinking about your crush on harrington?” tina teased and you rolled your eyes.

“ugh never, he’s just a friend”

“right, just a friend who you’re in love with…anyway are you coming with us? we’re going shopping after the school day ends”

“whatever and um..actually i have a lot of homework to catch up on tonight but definitely next time”

in a rush, you hastily looked around for steve. you noticed him in his car and without saying a word you ditched your other friends and walked up to steve’ car. when you knocked on the window he of course, unlocked the door and you got into the passenger’s seat.

“so i’m thinking your conversation with nancy didn’t go too well?” you examined steve’ facial expressions.

“it was the worst. nancy…she doesn’t” steve then took a long pause “she doesn’t love me”

“im sure that’s not true, she’s just confused about everything right now and just needs some space. it will be okay” you tried to reassure steve but it didn’t seem to work that well.

“look, i don’t even know why i talk to you about any of this. it’s not like you can even relate with your perfect little dating life, god you’re probably having fun watching my relationship break down” steve suddenly snapped at you.

“excuse me? you can’t be serious.” you stared at steve in disbelief.

“you heard me! you’re probably glad all of this is happening to me, you never liked the fact i was with nancy so why wouldn’t you be happy about all of this”

with a dry chuckle you opened the car door.

“fuck you steve.” you said sticking your middle finger up before getting out of the car and slamming the door behind you.

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“i said i was sorry” steve said as you walked with him and dustin throwing pieces of meat on the floor.

“sorry doesn’t cut it asshole. just stop talking and let’s find this cat murderer” you shot a glare at him before walking ahead of him.

“dart isn’t a cat murderer!” dustin defended the creature.

“well your cat is dead isn’t it? and dart killed your cat. so yeah sorry to break it to you but he’s a cat murderer” you told dustin.

“when you put it that way, it obviously sounds bad” dustin looked at the ground “let’s just get to this junkyard and figure this all out”

after arriving at the junkyard and boarding up the old school bus, everyone sat inside the bus waiting for dart to arrive.

“so you really fought one of those things before?” max asked steve who nodded while flicking his lighter on and off “and you’re like totally 100% sure it wasn’t a bear?”

“shit. don’t be an idiot okay? it wasn’t a bear” dustin fired back at her “ why are you even here if you don’t believe us? just go home”

“geesh, someone’s cranky. past your bedtime?” max stood up and down walked up the ladder to the top of the bus.

“that was a little harsh, don’t you think?” you looked at dustin who was pacing back and forth.

“what he did was good, keep showing her that you don’t care” steve had an amused smile on his face.

“i don’t” dustin paused to look at steve who winked at him “why are you winking, steve? stop.”

“let me guess you gave dustin some bullshit advice about how acting like you don’t care draws girls in?” you turned to steve who shrugged “real nice steve. you’re just so great with understanding girls and their feelings-”

you stop mid sentence after hearing a loud growl which caused you to immediately look out the window.

“lucas, what’s going on?!” dustin called out to lucas on the roof.

“i’ve got eyes, 10 o’clock!” he yelled and you noticed the figure of the creature.

“there” steve pointed.

“what’s he doing?” dustin questioned and you took a deep breath in.

“why isn’t he taking the bait?” you questioned as dart stood in one place not going anywhere near the bait.

“maybe he’s not hungry” dustin suggested but steve shook his head.

“maybe he’s sick of cow” steve took a step back from the window and walked towards the bus door.

“steve? steve, what are you doing? steve?” dustin worriedly questioned as you raised an eyebrow at whatever steve was about to do.

“you’re not seriously thinking of going out there?” you said in disbelief “that’s suicide, you can’t go. as much as im annoyed at you right now, i don’t want you to die!”

steve took a deep breath in before throwing you his lighter “just get ready”

before you could protest, steve had already opened the door and stepped off of the school bus. he held his baseball bat with nails up as he called for the dema-dog to come out. your heart was beating fast and the second your eyes shifted, you saw another one.

instantly, you ran and opened the bus door.

“steve run!” you yelled as dustin also came to the door.

“abort! abort!” dustin yelled too as steve ran as fast as he could towards the bus again.

once he got onto the bus, you slammed the door shut and covered it with a piece of metal to stop the dema-dogs from entering while steve held it with his legs. not long after, one of them had gotten its arm through and steve had began hitting it his bat.

“come on guys, get away from the windows” you quickly told the three younger kids as you pushed them behind you as you grabbed a crow bar to help steve by the door.

just as you were done helping steve, max let out a scream causing steve to jump up and attempt to hit the dema-dog. but, before being able to do that, it suddenly left.

“what just happened?” lucas asked.

“maybe steve scared them away?” dustin answered.

“no. no way, they’re going somewhere” steve stepped off the bus with you and the three younger kids following him.

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“shouldn’t you be helping guard the house?” dustin asked and you shook your head.

“yeah, im just taking a minute because unlike everyone else here im not strong. im a coward” you frowned holding back tears.

“holy shit, you? a coward? you literally helped steve save our asses out by the old junkyard. you may not believe it but you are far from a coward. at least not in that aspect” dustin stood in front of you now.

“thanks, but what do you mean? at least not in what aspect?” you raised an eyebrow.

dustin sighed before peering over your shoulder and gesturing for you to move into a corner with him.

“i mean you’re a coward for not telling steve you like him” dustin said once you were both in the corner.

your eyes widened but you pretended to act oblivious.

“i don’t know what you’re talking about” you shrugged causing dustin to groan.

“seriously? i’ve seen the way you look at him, why don’t you just be honest with him about your feelings? it’s not like he’s with nancy anymore”

“is it that obvious?” you sighed in defeat.

with a nod, dustin placed a hand on your shoulder “ it’s obvious to everyone except him. now good luck with telling him how you feel” he then quickly walked off.

“what? dustin come back here!” you called to him but instead steve appeared in front of you.

“um dustin said you wanted to speak with me? something about what happened earlier and stuff?” steve asked with his hands in his pockets.

with a deep breath you nodded.

“yeah, uh there something i want to tell you” you gulped debating if you should continue with the conversation.

“okay…is everything okay?” steve looked at you with concern.

“yeah totally, forget it. it’s not important” you brushed the conversation off and tried to walk away.

“y/n is in love with you steve but you’re too stupid to realise” dustin suddenly said loudly which caused you to pause in your tracks.

he really just exposed you.

“what? is that true?” steve questioned you and you had to calm yourself down by not looking at him.

why were you suddenly so nervous?

“are you actually in love with me?” he said in a quiet voice and you only nodded your head.

“when did you start having those feelings?” he also asked.

“since we were kids” you whispered still unable to look at him.

“holy shit…for that long? but why didn’t you say something? i could’ve returned those feelings back”

“im not going to beg for you to like me back, you can’t just force feelings for me. you love who you love and im just not one of them”

you finally looked at steve and he looked taken aback.

“you are though, you’re someone i love” he tried to make you feel better.

“i know, but it will only ever be as a friend to you” you sent him a small smile and steve let out a sigh.

“that’s the thing though..it’s probably more than a friend, that’s why i got so defensive when you kept giving me advice. because deep down i guess i wanted you to show me some sign that you liked me in some way…it’s messed up when you think about it really” he admitted leaning against a wall.

“oh” you didn’t know how to react to what he said.

“yeah..i mean if you’re okay with it, maybe we could give the whole dating thing a chance? after we help save the world and whatever” steve reached his hand forward to hold your hand.

“i’d like that, a lot” you relaxed and let him hold your hand as you let out a smile which steve gladly returned.

“i want to give you a kiss..can i give you a kiss?” steve suddenly asked you while stepping forward.

with a nod you leaned in and steve did the same. just as your lips were about to meet a voice immediately interrupted you both.

“finally you both confessed! now that’s all over can we now focus on saving the god damn world?” dustin abruptly yelled walking into view, breaking the moment up which caused you to let out a chuckle because of steve’ facial expression.

“wait..i wasn’t interrupting anything here ,right?” dustin froze when he realised you and steve suspiciously close.

“nope, nothing. you just have the best timing and everything” steve sarcastically answered before going up to dustin and swinging an arm over his shoulder.

dustin side-eyed steve as steve pulled him close with a solid grip.

“now let’s have a conversation about interrupting adults” steve grinned at dustin who gulped.

“uh, y/n..a little help?” he tried to turn to you but steve wouldn’t let him.

“sorry dustin, you’re on your own for this one” you held back a laugh as steve dragged dustin to another room.

#stranger things #stranger things imagine #stranger things imagines #steve imagine #steve harrington #steve harrington imagine #steve x reader #steve harrington x reader #stranger things fic #steve harrington fic #stranger things x reader

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cricketnationrise · 2 months

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Dearest Cricket! Congratulations on 500 followers!! I would like to request Alex Claremont-Diaz, in Kensington Palace, at 11:11pm (this feels a bit like playing clue!)

Vibes/rating completely up to you!

❤️lizzie_bennetdarcy

omg it IS like clue, that's such a fun way to think about it. i'm feeling a bit wistful this afternoon, so have some post-canon, insomniatic, yearning Alex 💜🦗

read the rest of the ficlets here!

❤️🤍💙❤️🤍💙

11:11pm, kensington

11:03pm

With one eye on the clock and the other—

Oh, who is he kidding? Alex has both eyes on the clock as he paces anxiously.

Only, it’s after eleven already, and Henry was scheduled to be back at Kensington at ten-thirty, and Alex flew across the ocean today just to surprise his boyfriend. And he’s tired. The worst part of insomnia is that he still gets sleepy. Still gets lethargic, his eyes stingy and droopy, his body feeling like a stretched out rubber band. It would be one thing if his inability to sleep manifested in such a way that he didn’t feel like he had to sleep. But instead he gets the worst of both worlds: exhausted and unable to just fucking rest.

It’s a small comfort that Henry deals with the exact same thing.

11:06pm

Alex wasn’t even going to be in London this weekend, originally. He had exams scheduled for Monday and Henry was… informed he’d be attending three back to back events as a representative for the Crown while Philip and Martha cooed and fawned over their newborn daughter and Bea was already confirmed elsewhere. Alex doesn’t mind the crazy schedule, is excited to meet Henry’s first nibling — but he hates that Henry was pulled away from their home without so much as a cursory check to see if his schedule would allow it. And Alex especially hates that he wouldn’t have been able to attend these events if his schoolwork allowed, that he wouldn’t be able to be a calm moment in the midst of the storm for Henry.

It was that, ultimately, that had him asking his professors to take his exams early, citing a family obligation — he didn’t lie, he just… didn’t correct his teachers’ assumptions that it was a Claremont-Diaz obligation — and flying into Heathrow this evening, a good-humored Cash in tow.

Alex’s head whips around at the creak of the floor from the hallway, but he slumps down again when the noise moves on. Just the night shift patrolling the hall.

11:08pm

The thing is, Alex doesn’t ever want Henry to have to be alone. Not if he can help it. That’s what being together means for Alex — that neither of them have to be on their own if they don’t want to be. And every time Henry gets called back to London for something like this, it’s like a little more of him gets washed away, eroded by the Crown’s expectations.

So if Alex can be there, next to Henry, holding his hand, being a bulwark for him against all of the royal bullshit—

Alex will move heaven and earth to be by his side without a second thought.

11:11pm

Alex sees the time and stops pacing.

June had been the one to tell Alex about the eleven-eleven tradition, back in Austin, before their parents had split. June used to yell out the time and make a wish, Alex! whenever they were in the same room. And Alex had closed his eyes and wished for all sorts of things: a bike with no training wheels, extra dessert that night, no homework on Friday.

It’s been years since he made a wish, since he pushed his desires out into the universe and hoped for it to return.

But Alex is right at the ‘not-giving-a-fuck’ level of tired, the point of the night where all he wants is to coil himself around Henry. So he closes his eyes tight, and wishes.

A simple wish, but earnest.

I wish Henry were here.

And like magic, like the universe heard Alex and decided to answer, he hears Henry’s voice, bidding Shaan goodnight, on the other side of the door.

#cricket writes #lizzie-bennetdarcy #ficlet fest 500 #rwrb

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messenger-of-stupidity · 1 year

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Honey Teddy Grahams

I swear to god, some fics get written in one sitting while others I started writing months ago and they have yet to see the light of day.

Anyways this got inspired by this post by @0o-starboy-o0

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CW: Crack, fluff, middle school related slander and bullshit (I’ll say it, middle school girls are LITERALLY THE WORST), cursing, GN Listener, Guy was a leash child

Looking back, it was really all thanks to peer pressure. Comparatively it wasn’t a negative thing, but trying to argue that it wasn’t peer pressure was simply lying to oneself. The cause of the peer pressure? One boy. One boy with far too much energy and puns that never stopped. One boy named Guy.

It all started in the years that elementary children look forward too, and the children within those years hate, high schoolers and on look back with horror because dear lord how could they let themselves do that?! Honey would say they were a pretty stable middle schooler, even though putting stable in the same sentence was unheard of. They had just moved to a new school district and had that excited nervousness that all new kids get when going to school. On the bright side, it was the first year in an leveled up school - because how else does one phrase that? - so there would be plenty of new students. They wouldn’t stand out as much. Plus the school was a fairly decent size.

They figured that the shows would do middle schools - or junior high, what ever you wanted to call it- justice. And for the most part, they were right. They saw the cliches and the cliques that they had been expecting and looking forward to seeing. What they hadn’t been expecting to see was a skinny boy with a Kermit hoodie on that was currently riding down the hall in an empty trash can as his friends pushed him. Spoiler, he fell down the stairs and Honey hoped that his friends brought him to the nurse’s office.

One week went by, then another and they never saw the kermit hoodie kid again. Unsurprising, but severely underwhelming. Instead they were met with the anxiety of not making it to a class on time in the passing times and the homework that was dumped. It was as if there was a communication block between the teachers because how the hell were they supposed to get everything done and also get the hours of sleep they needed to function?

Kids were a lot different too. It was as if everyone rushed to grow up over summer vacation, leaving Honey behind. No, correction. leaving Honey and Kermit hoodie kid behind. There was no way that boy was mature too. So many kids were cursing and finding boyfriends or girlfriends or something in between. Honey even heard a few girls complaining about periods in the halls. But here they were, simply floating through the halls like a helium balloon someone had let go of to drift and bump along the ceiling. It wasn’t until the second month of school that someone finally grabbed Honey’s string and yanked them down.

“Can I ask you a question?” A voice pulled Honey out of their meandering down the hall to arch a brow. Excitement quivered through their nerves, but they kept their expert poker face on. They had stood in front of a mirror all weekend to make sure they had mastered it. The sight of the Kermit hoodie kid, this time wearing a teenage mutant ninja turtle one that you could zip up around your face, was grinning at them. He had rainbow braces set on his teeth to straighten them. Honey stared at his mouth for a moment before looking him in the eye.

“I guess so.” They answered. They saw him glance back towards his friends who were loitering by a locker, presumably his, and show them a thumbs up before looking back to Honey.

“What’s your name?” He asked. Honey wrinkled their nose, confused, but answered him regardless. His head bobbed in a nod. “What’s the color of the sky?” He asked next. Honey glanced towards one of the big windows set above the school entrance that let the natural light in. The sky was becoming more and more gray as winter crept closer, but blue still lingered stubbornly.

“Blue?” It was an answer, but sounded more like a question as their confusion colored their tone. The hoodie kid suppressed a giggle as he continued.

“What’s the opposite of down?” Honey opened their mouth to answer his next question before it clicked and they scowled at him.

“Really? I’m not falling for that stupid joke. What are you, eight?” They answered, fingers clutching onto the one strap of their backpack that was around their shoulder. It threw their balance off, but they felt older and cooler with their bag like that. Maybe one day they could convince their parents to get them one of those awesome roller bags. The hoodie kid burst out laughing, unable to control his childish humor anymore. Despite Honey’s frustration, their lips quirked upward. He had a funny laugh.

If you asked Honey how they went from insulting him to eating lunch at his table with his friends, they wouldn’t be able to tell you. Just like they wouldn’t be able to tell you why Aiden ate the mystery meatloaf during lunch. Or why Max refused to wear lip balm instead of lip gloss. Or why Guy only got hot lunch when the school was serving pizza, and got so excited that his voice would crack on every other word. Honey didn’t have anything against pizza, but the hype given to it by Guy seemed excessive. But here they were, within their own clique and their own cliche.

And apparently Guy riding in trash cans was a normal occurrence.

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High school was nothing like middle school. There were still some of the same people, and still different classrooms for every subject. But high school was bigger. Kids were starting to drive and get jobs. Not Honey since they were simply a freshman. But give them a year or so and they could apply for a job. Since when were kids allowed to enter the world this early? Were they kids, or were they teenagers? Scratch that, Guy was still a literal child. How could he not be? At least, that’s what Honey thought as they waited outside the school building for their friends. Max had moved away a few days after eighth grade ended, so rest in peace for her. But as Guy approached, Honey paused. He had grown a few inches and his braces were gone, replaced with straight white teeth. They were about to question what had happened to him until they noticed the drawn on french mustache on his face. Nevermind, still a child.

The days carried on similar to how they always had, if a bit more difficult. Honey shared every class with at least one of their friends, and they also had advisory with Guy. Which turned out to be more of a curse than it was a blessing because he had no filter. His humor had evolved past elementary school to now be in middle school. Apparently it was a late bloomer. At least his voice still cracked.

Honey sat down at the table, plopping their tray down dramatically with a huff. Aiden paused with his hurried writing on the homework to look up at them. Guy didn’t stop eating but simply raised his gaze to watch them. Honey didn’t say anything, only let out a long winded sigh again.

“What happened?” Aiden asked, giving into Honey’s whims. Honey rolled their eyes, playing into the dramatics one last time before spilling the tea.

“Do any of you know a kid named Liam? He’s in my health class?” They started. Aiden shook his head, and they weren’t surprised. The only class they shared with Aiden was the last class of the day. The other kids at the table shook their heads too. Guy nodded though.

“Mhm. He’s in my gym class. Although he’s kinda a gym bro so I don’t actually know that much about him. I don’t think I’ve even talked to him.” Guy supplied. Unhelpfully, but it was still information Honey stored away. They waved a hand.

“Yeah. Anyways, he swore at the teacher today. Honestly, can’t believe the audacity.” High school was different from middle school. It was like the older the kids got, the more they lost their shame. Swearing in middle school was reserved for the halls, with your friend groups at lunch, and in the back of the bus. Not straight to a teacher’s face. Guy nodded solemnly before going back to chewing on the crust of his pizza like a cow as Honey contemplated. A whole new set of rules was now upon them.

One of those rules happened to be that the trope friends-to-lovers was real no matter what. It seemed like all of the sudden everyone was dating someone within their friend group. Break ups also became more messy as hormones continued to rise. And those raging hormones lead to much more. And yet here Honey sat at the lunch table while Mia carefully covered Jason’s face with bologna. Maybe kids weren’t growing up quicker. Maybe Honey and their friends were growing up slowly.

Freshman year ended as weirdly as it began. On the last day of school, it was like all the collective grades were wound like a live wire. Just waiting to snap. The lunch hour was even quieter than usual. Skittering conversations discussing summer plans littered each table, but it was still part of the silent countdown to the final bell.

“Hey. Honey, what are you doing this summer?” Guy asked and Honey shrugged, picking at the hem of their t-shirt. Before, they might have answered summer camp. That’s what they did last summer, getting to be a counselor for a cabin. It had been more fun than they expected, but now summer camps seemed childish.

“Maybe start studying the written exam of the driving test?” They said, still unsure. Guy groaned and shook his head. Honey arched a brow, something they only were getting better at. It was kind of like winking or whistling in that way. If you got the simple version down, fine. But if you could become an expert, it was impressive. Kind of The Rock.

“You can’t spend your summer free of mandatory studying simply studying. That’s so... so... boring!” Guy protested. Honey snorted and ignored his advice. It was unneeded and useless. They were going to be sophomores the following school year, and Honey was going to be able to drive, thank you very much.

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Even though Honey couldn’t place exactly when they started being friends with Guy and the others, they could place when the peer pressure started. It was sophomore year. Honey had their learner’s permit first before anyone else in their friend group. Which meant they were also the first to get their drivers license. And that meant that they were the official chauffeur for the friend group. Someone missed their bus? Honey was on it. Wanted to go somewhere for the weekend? Honey had the car keys.

They didn’t necessarily mind. After all, driving was new and exciting. It was also a way to feel older. But there was only so many times that they could deal with having to pick up the phone as Guy greeted sheepishly with a confession of sleeping too late. So Honey just drove Guy to school with them everyday. They would make sure to go with Guy to his locker to make sure he had everything he needed for his first class before he would hug them quickly and they would part ways. The hug wasn’t new, but it was as if everyone looked at it differently now. Honey just ignored it.

The whispers started when Honey started helping Guy learn to drive. They would be the licensed driver when he got his own learners permit. Then the school pickups and dropoffs were driving hours. So Guy would drive Honey and him to school.

“Why is my advisory class staring at me? It’s getting weird.” Honey asked as they sat down with Guy. He reached over to try to steal their bag of chips, but they slapped his hand away. He retracted it with a grumble. Aiden rolled his eyes and gestured to the two of them with his flimsy school-issued fork. At least he had learned to do his homework the night before instead of the period before.

“Let me guess, Guy waited for you to come out of class so you two could walk to lunch together? Stand in the line together?” He asked. Honey nodded slowly, not seeing the problem. That was how it had been since the beginning of middle school. They refused to think about the fact that was four years ago now, the entire length of high school. Aiden sighed when he saw the confusion on Honey and Guy’s faces. “That’s shit couples do. If you guys were holding hands in the hallways, people would flatout declare you two are a thing instead of just wondering.” Honey gave him a withering glare before turning towards their school lunch.

Aiden wasn’t wrong, but Guy and Honey were just friends. Not dating.

Alas, that wasn’t how everyone else saw it. As the months continued to go by, and the end of the year crept closer and closer everyone just grew more and more sure that the two were a couple. It didn’t help the fact that Guy would yell out ‘Honey’ in the hall whenever seeing them before rushing towards them to hug them. Honey was given the ‘tsundere’ label for always pushing Guy off with a complaint despite the smile on their face.

Aiden slammed something down on the lunch table before sitting down himself with a smug look on his face. Honey let go of Guy’s wrist in surprise and Guy took the opportunity to steal their slice of pizza.

“What is that?” They asked with a death glare towards Guy, who simply giggled and batted his eyelashes at them. They returned their attention to Aiden with a tired sigh in response.

“The yearbook voted. Y’know those whole ‘who’s the most blank?” He answered. Honey nodded and picked up the results. They weren’t technically supposed to know yet, but Aiden and Mia were in yearbook so they got insider intel. They looked through curiously, leaning towards Guy so he could read as well.

“You got voted most likely to become a travel blogger, Aron.” Honey said to their friend. He looked up from his phone with a soft ‘Hm?’. Guy and Honey glanced at each other before smiling and looking back at the results. And they were greeted with a picture of them from a few months ago. Honey was tracing around Guy’s outline in the snow to making the impression of a body more noticeable so it looked like someone died outside. Under the picture were the black bolden letters spelling out ‘Most Cutest Couple’. ... Excuse me, what?

As it turns out, it wasn’t just a typo or mistake in counting the votes. The official yearbook came out with that as a result, and no one seemed as surprised and shocked as Guy and Honey. It wasn’t just a mistake then, people actually thought that the two were dating. How ridiculous!

Everyone was obviously misreading. Every friend spent the early mornings before school picking up coffee, right? Every friend hugged their other friend upon meeting up with them, right? Every friend pinkie promised to spend the whole of summer together, right?

Because that’s what Honey and Guy did. Guy dragged Honey to the beach a lot, and Honey dragged him inside so they could nap with their head in his lap as he played video games. Scratch that, attempt to nap. Unfortunately while a lap pillow from him was comfy, it was also very wriggly. Guy bobbed and weaved along with the character in whatever first person shooter he was playing. If you were lucky and caught Honey off guard, they would answer lightning quickly what Guy’s current game interest was.

“We’re going to be Juniors once school comes back around.” Honey said as Guy traced patterns into their palm. They were laying in Guy’s treehouse one late July evening. When the treehouse was originally built it would have fit all of Guy’s friends, even Honey even though it was years before the two even met. Now there was a little space with the two teenagers inside. Guy nodded with a yawn.

“Yeeup. What about it?” He asked, tracing little bear shapes into Honey’s skin. They could tell because of all the little curves. It was like one of the childhood snacks. What were they called again? Right, Teddy Grahams. Damn those were good. They were kind of like crack.

“That’s the big year. It has the ACTs and SAT and stuff. Plus we’re closer to graduating than we’re closer to middle school. When we were sophomores we were in the smack middle. Doesn’t that... I don’t know... scare you or something?” Honey asked, turning their head to look at Guy. He paused his doodling and sat up, considering their question, before he shook his head.

“No, not really. It’s not like it matters. Plus, the older we get, the higher chance of me meeting a milf or dilf or something gets.” Honey took that as their cue to leave.

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The rumors of Guy and them dating followed Honey into the following year. It was weird being part of the upperclassmen. They could participate in prom now. They had gone to homecoming with Guy last year and their friends the year before that. But prom was strictly for the upperclassmen unless an underclassmen was invited by one. They officially near the top of the school again. Guy had his arms linked with theirs as they walked through the hall. Honey had the school map memorized by now, no longer an overwhelmed freshman. They knew a lot of the teachers and were welcome to come into the classes between periods to say hi.

“The freshies are so adorable!” Mia said as she caught up to the rumors lovers. Honey turned to look at her. Mia was wearing makeup. When had that happened? It was like some kind of other milestone was hit and Honey was behind again. They shook their head softly before answering.

“Yeah. I honestly feel bad for them. This school is a fucking nightmare.” They answered. Guy snorted before glancing towards the cantine. Honey waved to Mia before dragging him over there. Guy was more tolerable when his stomach wasn’t empty. It was when they were pulling out their wallet to pay for Guy’s pizza-flavored whatevers that they realized that Mia had her hand being held by some quiet girl that was on her phone. Had Mia found a girlfriend?

“Hey Guy?” They asked quietly as the two of them headed towards their first period of the day, which they luckily had together. Guy raised his brows as he chewed on his food. “Do you have a crush on anyone at school?” They asked softly. Guy glanced at them before looking away quickly.

“Yeah. But they don’t like me as much.” He answered, oddly quiet. Honey glanced at him before patting his head and splitting off a different direction. This year felt off somehow, and in a way they couldn’t place. They still felt behind everyone else maturity wise but it was like a piece of a very important puzzle was missing.

It took them a month to figure it out. They went to Homecoming with Guy again and the two were sitting on the hood of his car when Honey realized. They weren’t weirded out by the rumors anymore. There was something satisfying about them. The freshman heard about it by now, and Guy was never really flirted with. Besides the fact that he regularly wore a Regular Show hoodie to school every Monday. But they liked the fact that everyone thought that their connection to Guy wasn’t just friendship but something more.

“Guy?” They said, looking over at him. He turned his head to face them too, his button down shirt wrinkled. They felt exposed for a moment, and they could only think that it was because they were about to admit something. “Do you remember last year’s yearbook?” They asked. Guy nodded with a grin.

“Yeah. I remember that Ayla wasn’t here for picture day so they uploaded a photo of her from freshman year when she still had braces on. She had a whole ass glow-up over the summer, so it looked nothing like her.” He giggled. Honey laughed softly with him before refocusing.

“Yeah, but I’m talking about the most whatever vote pages.” They clarified. Guy’s face scrunched up as he thought and Honey bit back the warning against straining his three brain cells. They were trying to stay serious right now, even if Guy wasn’t making it easy. He never did. He was childish, annoying, horrible at jokes, and always a clown.

“Yeah. I remember. They said that we were the best couple even though we aren’t.” His voice sounded a bit off, but Honey chalked it up to their imagination. Still, a small flame of hope burned in their chest.

“Do you want to be? I bet we could win it again if we actually became a couple.” Honey said. It wasn’t how they wanted to word it but the way that Guy stared at them with wide eyes explained that he understood.

“Are you asking me out?” Yeah, that also confirmed that he understood. Honey felt their face warm and heart pick up in speed.

“Yeah. If you want to.”

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As it turns out, dating Guy is just as, if not more so, chaotic then just being his friend. And a lot more clingy. The only problem is the fact he jumps from 0 to 100 really quickly. As soon as Honey gave him to go ahead to tell people after their first kiss - unfortunately forgetting one crucial detail - he did exactly that. Told people. Told everyone.

“And the Anime club is also meeting today in the band room, which is room 260 in case anyone doesn’t know.” Guy’s voice said. Honey rolled their eyes, knowing Guy would be begging them to attend the meeting with him. “One last thing. I know all of you know who I am - mainly because I’m awesome - and all of you know who Honey is.” Wait, stop. Was he doing what they thought he was doing? “Well despite the rumors going around, we weren’t actually dating last year. BUT WE ARE NOW HAHA I’M THE LU-” Guy’s voice was abruptly cut off, most likely because the announcement microphone was taken away from his grubby little hands. Honey sank lower in their seat, cheeks burning with embarrassment. They were going to kill him.

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Despite their best efforts, Guy remained very much alive. And very cheeky, But at least no one was surprised. Aiden laughed at them during lunch. But it was out in the open, and now Honey held hands with Guy when going to class. They kissed him before the five minute bell rang signalling the start of the first period. And they finally felt caught up. Complete.

The months continued to pass, and Guy’s puns made no improval or evolution. If anything, they got worse. But they hit their peak in senior year. The last year of legally required schooling. Honey was sitting in their history class, grinning proudly as their teacher graded the tests and allowed the students a brain break. Their grin slowly faded with confusion replacing it as faint music was heard. The door to the room opened and their brows furrowed as they watched some of their friends enter in white tank tops, bright orange plastic fedoras, and sunglasses placed on them. Bright orange letters were printed on their tank tops, but Honey couldn’t unscramble the letters. Aiden carried a boom box that played that annoying Backstreet Boys song ‘I want it that way’. Honey had a feeling in their gut that it was about to get worse. And as Murphy’s law predicts, it did.

Enter stage right their fool of a boyfriend on a child’s tricycle, also wearing sunglasses, and a pepperoni pizza costume with a sign. He was carrying a sign and as he stood at the front of the class facing Honey, their mutual friends got into place to spell out ‘P-R-O-M-?’. Honey’s eyes slid to the sign and their nose wrinkled.

‘Be the peppatoni to my pizza and go to prom with me, Honey?’

Honey covered their mouth with their hand as they laughed before nodding. A wide grin split Guy’s face. His puns were stupid and so was he. But Honey was stupidly in love, so it was fine.

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Honey placed the framed photo of the two lovebirds back down on the coffee table and moved towards the kitchen. Maybe they could get real food started before Guy came home and they wouldn’t be forced to eat shitty pizza for the seventh time in a row.

#redacted asmr #redactedverse #redacted audio #redacted fanfic #redacted headcanon #redacted honey #redacted guy #fluff #crack #peppatoni pizza #i need to get this down and out #but i still have so many fics #but its fine cause im nearly done with another #anyways bye

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imagine-you · 2 years

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Living As Foes (3/11) [Eddie Munson/Reader]

Summary: It only takes you one week to realize Eddie Munson hates you. It only takes you one year to fall in love with him. Go figure.

Word Count: 1.8k

Author's Note: Based on a prompt I received: "ok random idea because eddie seems like a bug flirt but when he has a legit crush hes hopeless so reader is so confused because eddie flirts with everyone except her"

Really nervous about this, so if you've enjoyed this, please let me know!💖

April 1985:

March turned into April, and despite everything, life moved on.

You went to school and avoided Eddie. You talked to your friends and did your homework and avoided Eddie. You had lunch in the cafeteria and studied in the library and avoided Eddie.

You didn’t want to see him or hear him or even acknowledge he existed.

It wasn't easy.

You had spent most of your high school years without Eddie Munson being so much as a blip on your radar, but now he seemed to be everywhere. It was bad enough he was in some of your classes, but now you noticed him walking in the hallways. You saw him across the cafeteria during lunch or chatting with his friends just outside the library every time you visited.

You heard his big, stupid laugh and caught his public rants about how the American school system was a bunch of bullshit, which you took to mean he likely wouldn’t be graduating this year. He spoke out in class and came up with colorful lies about why he hadn’t done his homework and mocked the popular kids.

It felt like you couldn't escape him.

The worst part was that you weren't sure you even wanted to. Eddie had hurt you, intentional or not, and you didn't want to give him another opportunity to break your heart. But you couldn’t deny that even when you didn’t have to look at him, could simply ignore him and move on with your life, your eyes still strayed to seek him out in the hallways. You still listened for him, hoping to hear his voice.

It was torture.

You tried your best to forget about Eddie and instead put all of your focus into what your future after Hawkins High would be. You had the grades to go to whichever school you wanted to attend, but you chose to stay in Hawkins. It would be all too easy to leave everything behind and start over somewhere else, but you couldn't do that to your family.

After your mom left, your father and little sister depended on you to help out around the house. You helped your sister with her homework and you took on more than your fair share of chores. When your dad had to work late to bring in a little extra money, you made sure your sister ate dinner, brushed her teeth, and then went to bed at the appropriate time.

You knew kids who would have booked the first ticket out of Hawkins just to get away from the responsibility set on your shoulders, but you loved your family. You would do absolutely anything for them and while most people would call you a doormat, you just thought of yourself as loyal.

Sometimes, when it got to be a little too much, you stared at the front door of your house and wondered if this was what your mom had felt.

Too much. All the time. Only one escape.

It didn't take much for you to turn your back on the door, though. You thought of your father raising your little sister all alone. The man worked himself to the brink of exhaustion every day just to put food on the table. You thought of your little sister growing up without a mom or older sister. You thought of the devastation and hurt they would face, knowing that they had been abandoned yet again.

And you would think to yourself: 'I can't do this.'

You loved them too much to leave them. Plain and simple.

It only hurt all the more when you realized your mom had made an entirely different choice. When things got too difficult, she didn't love you enough to stick around. She didn’t choose to stay.

You didn't want more heartache. You didn't think you could take any more. And every time you looked at Eddie, all you saw was potential.

Potential for pain. Heartbreak. Failure.

He was there all the time right on the fringes of your existence, and yet you didn't know whether to reel him in or push him away. You had to focus on school, your family, your life.

Where exactly would Eddie even fit in with all of that?

You were scared that he wouldn't, so you kept your head down, focused on your classes, and did your best to simply survive.

It looked like you would be graduating at the top of your class, so your decision to go to Hawkins Community College was understandably disliked by the school counselor.

"Y/N, you don't have to stay in Hawkins. You get that, right?"

You shrugged your shoulders, slipping down further in your seat. "Yeah...," you trailed off, not meeting the counselor's eyes. She had a way of knowing just what you were thinking and you hated that she was putting you on the spot for something you weren't ever going to change your mind about. “I get that. I’ve made my choice.”

She sighed, looking like she was moments away from shaking her head in disappointment. “Well, you know where to find me if you need help. I’ll be here for you.”

“Thanks,” you told her before practically running from the room. You really hated it when the counselor called you into her office. You knew any conversation with her would just leave you feeling confused and guilty, and you didn’t need that any more than you needed a crush on Eddie Munson.

As April started to pass in a blur of tests and plans and worries, you realized that you were going to have to get a job. You knew your dad didn't want that added pressure on you, but if you could help pay for a few things and set aside some money for school, then you would be a lot happier. You didn't want to spend your life in debt, and you figured the first step was finding a job that allowed you enough flexibility to also take some courses at Hawkins Community.

You tried your luck at Bradley's Big Buy, The Palace Arcade, and even Ace Hardware, but none of them were hiring. You lucked out near the end of April when you heard that they were opening a new diner just on the outskirts of town. Losing Benny's Burgers had left a void in Hawkins and Colleen's Slice of Life Diner was set to fill it.

They were in desperate need of staff, so you got hired as a waitress. You were able to start during the last week of April. Colleen was understanding enough about you going to school, so she made sure you were scheduled for after school and weekends.

Even though you were still in your first week, you realized you liked working at the diner. It was draining and exhausting, but you enjoyed getting to know your new coworkers and spending time between customers doing your homework at the counter. Colleen was a sweet, older woman who treated all of her staff like family. You came to appreciate her and the little family you had found for yourself at the diner.

You knew, for once, you had truly lucked out.

On the last Friday in April, you were rushing to grab your things out of your locker. You didn't think you would be late to your shift at the diner, but being a new hire, you were always worried about making a bad impression.

You were in such a rush that you didn't notice anyone approach you. It wasn't until you slammed your locker door shut that you finally saw Eddie leaning up against your neighbor's locker, waiting for you.

"Fuck," you hissed, jumping back in surprise.

"Sorry," he said, a smile tugging at his lips as he held his hands up. "Didn't mean to startle you."

"You didn't. You just--,"

"...startled you?" Eddie prompted when you didn't continue, his grin starting to stretch across his face now.

"Alright, fine," you finally conceded, hitching your backpack strap up on your shoulder. "You happy?"

“Not really,” Eddie frowned at you, concern flickering across his expression, before he seemingly shook it off. "So, uh, hey, I know we haven't talked in a while...," he trailed off, wincing for a moment, as if remembering your last encounter.

"Look, you were obviously busy with your girlfriend--"

"She's not my girlfriend," Eddie rushed to say, shaking his head. "She was just...a friend in need of some help. Help only I could provide at the time for the right price, of course."

"Of course," you agreed. You had no clue what Eddie was going on about, but you were starting to worry that you would be late to the diner, so you started walking down the hallway, hoping he would get the hint.

"So, I was wondering something," Eddie started, jogging to catch up to you. "You know, end of the year approaches, and with it all the little lame traditions like graduation and parties and...prom," he finished, his voice breaking on the last word.

When you glanced at Eddie, there was a look of distaste on his face. As if just the thought of prom was enough to disgust him.

"Prom," you repeated, wondering where Eddie was going with this. Eddie Munson had never seemed the type to care about things like prom or parties or anything the popular kids were interested in. He had made it his mission, a statement he chose to declare loud and clear for all to hear, that he couldn't give less of a fuck about convention.

"Yeah," Eddie said, managing to keep in stride with you, even when you pushed open the door leading to the student parking lot. "You planning on going to that?"

"Not really," you answered, feeling awkward and confused as you walked towards your car.

"Oh, right," Eddie murmured, a thoughtful look on his face. "Right on," he praised, shooting you a grin. "Not conforming to the status quo. Gotta say...I love that in a…well…you."

You couldn't help the smile that tugged at your lips. Even though you were still more than a little upset with him, it was still comforting to know that Eddie Munson would always be Eddie Munson. "Not quite," you finally told him, reaching your car. "I've got to work that night. I need money a hell of a lot more than I need a night in the gym with my classmates."

"Oh," Eddie breathed, tapping his fingers on the roof of your car. He watched you open the driver's side door of your car and throw your backpack into the passenger seat. "You've got a job?"

"Yup," you told him, glancing up at him. "At Colleen's. That new diner? Been there about a week."

"Right," he said, a frown pulling at his lips. He looked like he wasn't quite sure what to say now that the conversation was nearing an end. "Well, I'm sorry?" He tried, his brow furrowing as he watched you, uncharacteristically uncertain.

"Don't be," you told him as you dropped down into the driver's seat. "You’re right. Prom is a lame tradition," you told him before closing your car door.

You enjoyed the shocked look on Eddie's face as you drove away, happy to finally leave him wanting more interaction between the two of you for once.

#eddie munson #stranger things #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson imagine #stranger things imagine #stranger things x reader #reader insert #imagine #reader #living as foes fic #my fic

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a-dorin · 6 months

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Hi! I’m so sorry for replying to something at the beginning of the month at the end 🥲 I requested the silly Maul headcanons, I meant to ask for professor! Maul in particular. I’m so sorry again for the late reply! Thank you for your time and I hope you have a good Halloween!

okay so i’m in a soft professor!maul mood tonight so silly professor maul headcanons are absolutely perfect!!!

thank you for sending in a request!! i hope you’re having a good transition from late autumn to these upcoming winter months! :)

he hates the “scare” concept of halloween

the costumes don’t bother him one bit, the decor is fine, ghosts & jack-o-lanterns are fun & all, but he prefers the core aspects of autumn

you know — apple cider, rainy days in a cozy pair of sweats, book in hand, soft, warm lighting, those type of days

so, when his students think it’s funny to try and scare him (bits of horror films sent through email, popping up behind him in class, you know the works) he retaliates

and when i mean retaliates… he RETALIATES

one time he was asked into pres palp’s office for sending a mass email to his psych 204 class which entailed a very horrific jumpscare

“maul, you know that was extremely inappropriate.”

“well it was extremely inappropriate when one of my students scared me so badly i spilled coffee all over my pants. do you know how terrifying it is when a lecture hall of sixty to seventy students is laughing at you?”

“hmmm.. you do have a point. no one likes the feeling of embarrassment. that is pretty horrifying.”

he also hates the mantra of, “it’s halloween, everyone is entitled to one good scare.”

(it’s his least favorite part of the holiday)

so, this does mean he is not a fan of horror movies. thrillers are okay. not his cup of tea either.

the “based on a true story” in the beginning credits is enough for him to shut off netflix or hulu completely

however

he is fond of thanksgiving & christmas

christmas is his favorite time of year, autumn is his favorite season

he will spoil his classes with little incentives (“gifts”) during the holiday seasons

(aka, not a lot of homework around this time, no busy work)

“you guys have enough going on with packing up your dorms and upcoming finals, i’m not bogging you down with more bullshit.”

also, maul has the worst habit of saying “bullshit”

not even shit… like “bullshit”

savage & feral think it’s his favorite curse word

followed by “fuck”

those are two he says in class a lot

even during evaluations by other faculty & president palps

he just does not care, he has more important things to worry about (*cough cough* y/n *cough cough*)

#professor maul #professor!maul #maul x reader #professor maul x reader #ardor #darth maul au #maul au #professor maul headcanons

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reimeichan · 6 months

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Hyper-Specific Alters

We have a pianist alter. As in, this alter split specifically to play piano. That is their literal role. Piano is not their hobby, or interest, or even their favorite instrument. They literally do nothing else but play the piano. But why? Why does an alter like that need to exist?

As a child, it was common for the kids around me to be able to play an instrument. Violin, clarinet, vocals, so on and so forth. My parents saw that, and thought, you know what? I'd also love my child to be able to play music. Expand their knowledge and skill set, and give them something they'd be able to enjoy doing. Who knows, maybe they'll even play a piece at Christmas parties! Wouldn't that be neat.

So I took up piano lessons.

(TW child abuse and bullying under the cut)

Piano was one of the worst parts of my life. I started when I was 6 years old, because my parents felt pressured to by the people around them. All the other good Chinese parents had their kids play piano, they'd lose face if I couldn't. And so, for the next 12 years of my life, I suffered.

I was forced to sit at my piano every day and practice. I was not allowed a bathroom break. If I was sick, I still had to practice. Even if I had homework I didn't finish, I had to practice. I wasn't allowed to eat unless I had practiced. I was hit for refusing to practice. Piano was a punishment if I didn't do well in class. I was constantly yelled at and screamed at, every note meticulously analyzed. If I played a section wrong? I had to go back and do it again. And again. And again.

My parents insisted I was a good pianist. I refused to play outside of the house and outside of class. We had talent shows at school, and piano was often a talent that my classmates would show off. And not just at school, but at parties and music shops and anywhere else that had a piano just sitting out there for anyone to play. "Don't you want to show how good you are too?" my parents asked me. "Your playing is so much better than them! You should show off." I refused, and I would be met with more punishment.

And it wasn't just my parents. These same classmates, peers, friends around me would pressure each other, too. Piano wasn't a shared interest, it was a competition to see which of us could out-play the other and impress the people around us more. I wanted no part of that, so people assumed I was talentless and unskilled. That just further alienated me and made me hate the instrument even more.

And yes, I hated piano. I hated that fucking instrument so much. I can't even so much as listen to a piece with piano accompaniment without inwardly cringing and remembering all the bullshit I had to put up with. I hated the hitting and yelling and crying and competitions and and and-

Eventually, I stopped caring.

If I just did what I was told, mother would be happy. There'd be peace in the house if I just played piano. I hated piano. But did I? It didn't matter what I felt, I just had to play. It was quieter that way.

And so, I played piano.

And so, I have a pianist in me. Nothing more than a pianist.

#did #dissociative identity disorder #actually did #actuallydid #did osdd #cdd #trauma #personal #did system #tw abuse #tw child abuse #tw bullying #by green #about pianist #okay to rb

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alwaysthegeorges · 1 year

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Stupid Boy - Draco Malfoy x Reader

Summary - You’re in your feels after Draco breaks your heart.

Warnings - angst by the bucketload

Word Count - 1.1k

a/n - read this in a british accent. i sure did :’)

!gif not mine!

How sad of a sight is this? You lying across your bed, stomach tossing and tears streaming down your cheeks. He doesn’t deserve all the emotion you have over his departure, and yet. You keep thinking back to yourself, how did this happen? Everything was fine, seemingly. Great, even. The two of you were the perfect couple, besides the fighting of course. You were on the path to get married, for Christ’s sake. Yet on that fateful day, he tore you to shreds, leaving nothing left than a broken girl, questioning.

What could have changed in those two months you were gone at a higher school? Just because you had to leave Hogwarts didn’t mean you were any different of a person. You thought Draco understood that. He had seemed distant for the past two weeks, sure, but that was because he was quite busy with homework and quidditch, not to mention his extra tutoring sessions he picked up this semester. You may have not been as busy as him, but you didn’t fault him for it. He had things to do and people to see. You only hoped he would make some time for you.

You thought you knew Draco well. Better than anyone but himself, perhaps. The two of you had spent a year and a half together, after all, sharing secrets, stories, worries. You felt so close to him. You gave everything to him. You felt as if the two of you could read each others’ minds. You went to every single game and event he partook in, compromised in fights while you still felt you were right, and overall tried to be the best girlfriend any boy could ever ask for. You had boys chasing you left and right, but you turned your life upside down for him and only him. More tears streamed at a rapid pace as you thought of everything you had given him so selflessly.

Everything in your life you did for him, but in the end, he tossed you like trash. It was utter bullshit. That part of the situation made you angry, angry at him beyond belief. You were made to feel foolish by him, and whether it was intentional or not, and it felt as if he had used you. You promised yourself never to allow a boy to use you again, physically or mentally, and yet there you were lying on the bed, used and heartbroken. It wasn’t fair. He shouldn’t be allowed to live his life happily right after he had broken your heart. And the worst part was, you couldn’t tell if he was or not, because you were oh so far from him.

Every memory and moment with him floods your mind at random parts of the day. You try to push out the thoughts of him whenever they come, but alas, it’s of no use. They come non-consensually anyway, so might as well relish in them while they’re there. Thoughts of picnics in the park and moments by the fountain morph into his hot breath on your skin and his hands on you. You shake the thoughts away when they get to that point. There’s no use letting yourself suffer with lust when you know there will never be a chance of feeling what he made you feel again. Physically and emotionally. Others may come, but what you had was a love that no one shall ever know, not even you eventually. It was faithful and jealous and imperfect, but it was yours, and it was so amazing.

While thinking about your loss brings you unspeakable grief, you can’t seem to think of anything else. Perhaps the part you’ll miss the most is talking to him. He seemed to understand you better than even yourself sometimes. Your banter was witty, inside jokes making dutiful appearances at the perfect times. It was all indescribably perfect. Even on slow days when you didn’t have much to speak about, you still spoke. Meaningless conversation was better than no conversation at all, and this you feel incredibly deeply in your heart in this moment. You haven’t spoken for about two months, and yet the sting of his last words to you break you just as much as they did before. After two weeks of on and off “I love you” and “We’ll figure this out” and “I want this to work”, a sudden wave of “I don’t know anymore” and “I’ve lost feelings” and “I’m sorry” hits you like a tidal. So little sentences carrying both so much and so little emotion. How can one go from “I wanna make this work” to “I’ve lost feelings” in a span of days, you wonder. It makes no sense. And yet, you will never be able to get closure, because of course, the bastard has blocked you. After all the damage he’s done, after all he’s taken from you, his last twist of the dagger in your heart is the block button. It shouldn’t hurt like it does, but alas. Unprecedented, unanticipated, unjustified. Nothing was said to aid the blocking. Just silence.

For some reason your heart won’t let Draco go. It’s been months. You’ve been to parties, been on dates. And yet you cannot seem to fathom what happened. You guess seasonal depression. It happened once before, long ago. Happened almost exactly like this. He gets depressed, stops caring about anything, and you guess you go with it. Although this time it hurts way more. Last time you had only been dating for a few months. After a year and a half, the uncaring slices you like a fiery blade, leaving such a scar that might take the same amount of time you wasted to heal. Damn him. Depression or not, one cannot simply toss aside someone who has done nothing but love and care about him for a year without some sort of reason. He’s not the type to date another during a relationship, so that answer is out the window. You think for weeks, but cannot find the reason.

Maybe that is why your brain won’t let you move on. Even with all your journaling, self-reflection, tarot, and friendly support, you cannot not rid your thoughts of him. No closure, no warning beforehand, leaves you in constant wonder. You don’t want to be the needy type, the crazy type, the please-talk-to-me-after-blocking type, but the urge to understand almost drives you to be those types every single day. The only hope you have is knowing you have that mutual friend you could talk to in order to ask about your well-being. You sadly still give a fuck about that asshole’s being. You want him to suffer, but not at the same time. It’s not fair. You hate your brain sometimes.

So all you can do is lie there. Wallow. Feel sorry for yourself. There’s not much more you can do. Stupid boy.

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longhands-the-second · 10 months

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Trimax vol. 3 notes

UGH UGH UGH

This cover is so sexy. The colors make my brain go brrr

I read and typed this the night before, oops. I needed something to make me less bored and sad and by god I got it. (<- has so much homework he doesn’t even want to look at it)

1- Based on what i’ve seen of future installments there’s a trend in the particular kind of body horror nightow likes to draw huh

The color of blood? Literally blood? I wasn’t sure if he was actually crying blood in the previous volume or not or if the tears were just darker bc art shit. I think his vibes are like that of a bird of prey. If that’s what we’re getting at here? (At least this version of him is. Stampede is a different beast. Somehow both cuttlefish and like, crow? I’m still yelling about the stampede finale-)

Does having high bullshit tolerance make you less human somehow…? What’s the logic here?

Is wolfwood saying that to him directly? Fucked up if so. He does NOT need more piled on him right now

2- im just flashing back to 98 wolfwood saying he’s never fired a gun before-

Does gray have the same sort of top that Vash had? The almost-tubing on the sides? Or is that just a favorite design thing?

That was pretty much all just fight scene huh.

3- EW EW EW

god, it’s only just now hitting that these are the faces of people he knew. People he cared about. Christ.

:( i want to get off of mr bones wild ride

I’m not like. Gagging or anything i just hate it.

The thing about Vash being quiet angry is that it’s almost got this elegance to it. Like his mind has left his body and he’s just running on his experience and skill now. He’s pissed and he’s dissociating. I feel like the whole room gets icy when he’s like that, even if you’re outside in the suns.

NO OH NO GOD-

FUCK I KNEW THAT WAS GONNA HAPPEN AND I STILL WASNT READY

4- does. Does he know him???

Oh hell.

He set off the sprinklers???

WET HAIR VASH

5- brad is much more of a character than i was expecting.

God i can just hear wolfwood in that moment

Well. Yikes.

HAHAHSJSJJS milly jumpscare

6- what the fuck that piano is so cool

Seeing vash with both arms feels illegal somehow

Or no, does it have some kind of cover on it? Or is that what it looks like below those gloves?

He is SOOOO not okay right now

Woah damn is that what luida looks like here?

Im sure he’s just beyond relieved to see people lived.

Oh wow. Im… proud of him for admitting it? Something like that? God he looks so tired

“Woah vash you’re fucking ancient aren’t you???”

7- he is a solid 70% leg. Good for him.

He looks so normal it’s very strange.

True immortality???? Maybe that’s why knives is baby smooth every time we’ve seen him. (Ick.) (there’s some part of me that wants so badly to like knives on the grounds that I understand where he’s coming from but he’s literally the fucking worst.)

There goes his arm. Again. Why is it always that one?

He genuinely reads like a different person with his hair down. Maybe that’s just me.

Did. Did nightow give mike mignola a copy of trigun. Better yet did he read it? We’re asking the real questions here.

(I made a poll for Vash’s vibes and the results are mostly exactly what I expected? Will post my findings. Manga Vash has the most variety so far.)

((Will I be able to do anything cool for Vash’s birthday? Who knows. Crossing my fingers I can hold it together that long, I am SO done with my summer classes and I wanna go home.))

(((I have had the worst stampede brainrot recently. It’s the purple color scheme and the flowers and the everything at the end. It fuckin EATS. I want to hold him gently.)))

#trigunbookclub

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emotionalvulcan · 6 months

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yayyy vent time and by vent time I mean complaining-about-ib-econ-and-my-unfortunate- and-horribly-catastrophic-choice-in-picking-that-class time

so was it the worst choice I've ever made in my life?...

most likely

number 1 factor in my annoying period of extra depression² ?...

mhm yes

do I have an exam tomorrow that I am not at all equipped to do?...

absolutely

is there blood rushing in my ears with no signs of stopping?...

seems like it

are my nails and surrounding skin destroyed?...

of course, you best believe it

am I also procrastinating writing this stupid paper II mock exam that is like ¼ complete?...

unfortunately yes (pls end me, what a horrible fate awaits me)

should I have listened when the smartest person I know told me to switch out of this class?...

yes I really fucking should have they were right like always fuck

this isn't even accounting for the other horrifying stress that are in store for me

yes most of the suffering ends friday but that also means that I have until friday to not get fucked.... now lets see what awaits me

ah yes just your usual 1,000 words part ⅔ of my extended essay of which my diploma depnds on and then oh wow would you look at that... another like 1,000 word econ essay which... no way... my diploma also depends on... not to mention my usual list of homework

and now for an even sooner due date of lovely good old wednesday of which i have to finish 10 whole pages of a review packet for apush

opps and what's this... I have to go work at the library for some stupid 100 community hours that... wait... what's that?... my diploma also depends on? who would've guessed... this is literally so stupid what

I hate the public school sy- nono I hate the school system in general

especially ib

like I'm so sorry I have a life and am too stupid in math and don't understand a bunch of graphs

I do not care for your stupid knowledge

what I want to learn I will do so on my own and enjoy my time exponentially more than I ever would by sitting in your horrid prisons of paper and concrete

its funny too because I remember complaining to my mother about ib and telling her that I wanted to and that I could switch academies

then she offered

and wanting to be all strong and brave and whatever other bullshit I was feeling at the time

I chose to stay in it thinking i could do this alone

well would ya look at that losers

guess who's the one losing out in the end

the one time I didn't follow through with my cowardly coping mechanisms of running away from my problems

and what do I get for it?

tears in my face?

ridiculous

well actually the 2 times (not running from ib and not running from ib econ)

only need 3 more for it to be part of one of those fics "the 5 times blank did this and the one time blank did it back"

funny how it'll be over so soon but it sure doesn't feel like it

funny how it all feels so right and yet so wrong at all the same times and sometimes they just take turns

how I can be happy for such few days on the weekends when I get some breaks and then the weeks feel like nonstop punches to the gut

beyond elated for thanksgiving break since they give us a whole week off this year

only thing is...

that's next week

so it's almost like I have to get shot in the face before i can properly rest for a short while

watch me write more in this short time span than I ever will for my stupid paper II or aa2

also wtf I just spent like the last 30mins writing this I'm going to fail my exam tomorrow because I still have to finish the mock exam and then study

#hate everything #ib life #fuck ib econ #i do not understand why this class is just not in a language i understand #almost as if it repels me #hoping college is easier or else we're sending it

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asmoswhoreandmore · 2 years

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Pt 3 Mammon angst

So This is Part 3! I cannot believe I am here

TW and Disclaimer: They act like demons, mentions of depression, mentions of alcohol usage, lots of dissociation, Manipulation, body dysmorphia/ (implications of gender dysphoria), edgy bullshit I wrote for self induglence

Anyways enjoy!

Asmodeus heard you sneak in the house of lamentation, he hadn’t really believed his eyes when he saw you completely blacked out and fucked up out of your mind. Screaming in the bar, and fighting, he’s pretty sure he saw making out with multiple succubi and not even flinch at their charms. Most importantly you stole all the attention from him. And he was about to bust you, but he heard you crying and felt bad. He sighed as your sobs traveled across your room to his.

What was he going to do with you?

You passed out on your bed, your headache and hangover hitting you in the worst way. When you woke up you heard footsteps walking towards your door and lucifers voice.

“Shit I’m so screwed,” you thought but luckily they passed your room. You let out a sigh of relief and slugged yourself out of bed and into your bathroom, still adjusting to being awake. After rubbing your eyes you looked in the mirror, you knew your appearance would be bad but it looked like a car hit you.

Your eyes widened as you inspected your face, all the makeup was smudged at best. You had hickeys running down your neck and bruises everywhere. Your hair was matted and sticky, you tried running your hand through it and found it to be impossible. You took a sniff from your armpit, you smelt like ass too. Your aching mind and body didn’t want to move any more than they had to but you knew you needed a shower. You hopped in the shower and threw your clothes in the ever-growing pile of things you had to wash.

The shower was more effective than you thought it would be, looking in the mirror you almost looked human.

“But I don’t feel it”

You felt nothing, even your body felt numb. You felt your body and mind daze out. autopilot taking over then suddenly you were dressed and ready to go without even remembering what happened in the last 20 minutes. Funny when this used to happen, it felt scary like you weren’t really there, but this time the only thing you felt was comfort. Getting up already felt so hard. Like you woke up with bricks on your chest. Brushing your teeth never made them feel any cleaner, looking in the mirror made you dirty. Staring into a void and seeing someone you never wanted to be.

That’s why you preferred the times you weren’t completely in your body. It meant you weren't completely alive. It meant you didn’t have to fight yourself to survive, what’s there to fight if nothing exists.

Somehow you got through the day, dazed out. You did your homework, absentmindedly answering questions in lectures but afterward forgetting its contents. You avoided looking in the mirror for the fear of feeling real, seeing the way your eyebags drooped. How your hair was messy and your uniform crumpled and unironed. Though you never cared about that stuff before. When you woke up, it was the end of school you were still dazing out when the last bell rang and everyone started running out of class.

Alerted you finally looked up to see the class empty, and your professor doing his best to put the desks in place.

“Ugh” you groaned out loud. In place of the daze, you had earlier was a headache.

You started hurriedly shuffling papers in your bag, trying to make as little sound as possible. Before leaving the class you gave your goodbyes.

“Have a good night professor” you gave a polite smile

They only grumbled in response not even looking up. You didn’t remember much of the day but based on how the classroom looked now, it was very rowdy.

Walking through the hallways felt like a bad dream, you caught a glimpse of yourself in the glass panel filled with school awards. The reflection made you feel sick. You looked sick.

You heard Mammon in the hallway, his laughter traveling a reminder of his existence.

Steps resounding, quicken towards you. You looked up suddenly, making accidental eye contact.

He smiled at you and waved, causing you to have a deer in the headlights look before you waved back nonsmiling. You just walked past him not knowing what to do, all you knew was you can’t look back.

Asmodeus tried to forget about this whole affair but he just couldn’t. Curiosity was killing him. Ever since you came here, you were a powerful force. Somehow making the top in classes, even his charms didn’t work on you. You kept your distance from everyone in the house of lamentation, you just did your work and stayed in your room.

Of course, he was curious, about who had broken your heart.

“More like shattered it” he thought. He knew you were polite enough and smiled back if necessary. But you didn’t open up, you didn’t seek their love. Maybe he could fix you back up since whoever had screwed you over had left an opening. He smiled a devilish grin.

“Maybe this is an opportunity”

Maybe Asmodeus could steal your soul.

Maybe he could gain the upper hand from his brothers once and for all.

He just needed a plan.

As you walked past Mammon your heart thumped. Would he stop you? Would he confront you?

But nothing happened at least you heard nothing. You sped up your walking god forbid you ran into another of the brothers. The school was almost empty at this point, only teachers and some straggler students like yourself leaving. When you were outside it looked like it might rain.

You didn’t have an umbrella, you grimaced. The weather in the devildom was always ten times worse.

“Whatever I’ll just have to deal”

Then you heard a voice and someone's car pulled up in front of the school.

“Get in darling, I’ve heard the weather going to be ghastly”

It was Asmodeus.

His hot pink car sat there exhaust leaking out.

His offer caught you by surprise and it showed. Your eyebrows were raised and your eyes widened mouth open.

“Come on babe I can’t sit here all day” His singsong voice called out to you once again.

Unsure of what to do you walked forward towards his car.

“It beats walking outside,” you thought then sighed as you opened the hot pink car door.

“That’s a good choice” Asmodeus then smiled.

As you buckled yourself in, you felt something off in your gut.

And the feeling Asmodeus wasn’t being as kind as he pretended to be.

#obey me mammon #obey me asmodeus #obey me angst #obey me fanfic #they act like demons #vent fanfic #there is no peace #this will just get worse lmao #fucked up mc

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