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fandomonetwo · 9 months

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ain'tcha just the cutest — miguel diaz

▸summary: you have a phrase that you love to say to your boyfriend. miguel loves when you say it. win-win.

▸characters: miguel diaz, gn!reader

▸tw: fluff and sweet moments and cute stuff

▸a/n: uhhhhhhhhh personally i'm an angst girly but i need to expand my skills

IT IS A well known fact that Miguel is not a morning person. He is a bomb-sleeper. An earthquake could hit and he'd simply switch to the other side and continue dreaming.

This is the reason why you were awake, and he was not. Mind you, it was nine in the morning, but you had nothing to do, so you could kill a couple hours more.

You were not a strong sleeper. You were a lightweight, and once the slumber was gone, it was gone. It had happened a few times, but it was lessening recently, which you were thankful for. It just meant that you still got up early, sometimes at the crack of dawn.

It also meant that Miguel had his arms around you, restricting your options of escape as he snored delicately next to you. You wouldn't move for the world, but you had needs, and unfortunately, his arm was, in fact, pushing down on your bladder.

You tried slipping from his grip. He only tightened it and grumbled. You tried waking him up. He only cuddled more into you. You tried to wriggle out and forcibly remove his harm from around you. He simply slapped your hand away in his sleep and sighed as he placed back around you. It was futile. But it was cute.

But you really needed the bathroom.

So you resorted to an absolute manipulation strategy. You placed kiss after kiss after smooch after peck on his face until her eventually had to rub his eyes open. You took your chance, darting from his grasp before he could secure back to him. You chuckled lightly as you heard him whine into the pillow.

You came out of the bathroom finding him in exactly the same position he was in a couple of minutes ago, breathing deeply and half his head smushed in the pillow. You knelt next to the bed, brushing his very lovely hair away from his face. He grumbled again, grabbing your hand lazily and holding it to his chest.

You chuckled again, getting back into bed in a sitting up position so to be more comfortable as you played on your phone. You stroked his hair after freeing the hand he had grabbed.

"Ain'tcha just the cutest?" you mumbled under your breath. He nuzzled into your ribs, tickling you a little.

There was no reply, but that was the first time you said it.

The next time you said it, it was his birthday. You had wished him a happy birthday, and had given him his gift. It was a bracelet that he commanded you put on him immediately.

After the day went by, you paid him another visit, carrying a wicker basket with a blanket over the top. When you announced it was picnic time, he nearly tripped after trying to put on his best pants quickly.

Luckily, you managed to get to the grassy spot you had meditated on using a few hours ago without harm. He was fine, you were fine, everything was fine. You laughed through the afternoon, you kissing into the sunset, and you ate into the evening.

He must've been ravenous, because when you looked at him after taking a picture of the sunset on your phone, you burst out laughing. This boy had tomato sauce all over his face, and he still continued to devour the plate of spaghetti in front of him.

"Whatcha laughing at?" he asked, his words muffled because of the spaghetti. This only made you laugh harder, falling backwards as you clutched your sides. Poor guy was so confused when you started gasping for breath, looking at you with wide eyes.

When you sat back up, you grabbed a napkin from the basket, bringing it to his face. You held his face in one hand and wiped the sauce from the other. The previous exaggeration was not quite true. It was not all over his face. It was just gathered in the corners of his mouth, like a toddler. He waited patiently for you to finish bathing him, grinning at you when you halted.

You giggled, patting his face with the hand that was previously holding it. "Ain'tcha just the cutest?" His face lit up more than it did before, and his eyes could rivals lying saucers.

The most recent time you said it was when there was a rumour going around school about you. Something about you and your relationship history, which was actually over way before it began. But people loved to hold onto things that gave them a reason to poke their nose where it didn't belong.

So, you never let it bother you. Miguel was a little harder to persuade, but eventually, he left it alone. And it was a good decision. The rumour died down, the people lost interest, and you had a good day at school. Until you stepped into the cafeteria to see Miguel and another student tussling on the ground. The two boys were rolling around, and only did they separate when two teachers pushed past the masses of people and forcibly pulled them away from each other. Both were sent to the nurse, and you followed behind. They were sat on the two beds that were there.

You sighed as you stood in front of your boyfriend that had his head down to look at your feet. He was swinging his legs and cracking his knuckles and playing with his fingers.

"Look at me, please." Your voice was gentle and held room for negative response. But he'd never deny you anything, so he looked up at you. You sighed again.

His face wasn't as bad as the other guy's, but it was still roughed up. He was holding a tissue to his bleeding nose, his eye was a little red, he had a scratch on his cheekbone, and his knuckles were spotted like a dalmatian.

You took another tissue, wet it with your water bottle, and held it up to his scratch. You just cleaned it a little, and his twitched his eye a little. You heard the nurse and the other boy talking in the next room.

You finished cleaning the scratch before putting on a plain bandaid. You stroked his cheek.

"What did you hit him for?"

Miguel grumbled. "He was talking about you and the other guys, about how he was one of them and that he made you feel better than I do."

You frowned. You didn't even remember the other guy's face, how could he have—

Oh.

You scrunched up your nose. You'd forgotten about that.

"Miguel, he was a one night stand. Two years ago. We were at a party, and a little tipsy, and we did it." You leaned a little closer to his face. He met your eyes with his own. "I can assure you, I didn't even remember his face until now. How could he have made me feel good?"

He breathed out a laugh. "What about me?" He was blushing a little bit as he asked. "Do I make you feel good?"

You kissed his bandaid, holding his face in your hands, smushing it a little. "You make me feel best."

He grinned. He liked grinning. He had a good grin. "I make you feel best?"

"Yes, you do."

"Even though we don't..."

"Even though we don't."

"I love you lots, you know?"

That made you giggle. "I love you lots too." His eyes shone like stars when you said that, making you bump your noses together. "Ain'tcha just the cutest?"

"I am?"

"You are."

You kissed his bandaid again.

#cobra kai #miguel diaz #miguel diaz x reader #miguel diaz x gn!reader #fluff #cute #mclove #miguel diaz x you #miguel diaz imagine #oneshot #x reader

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mochicommissions · 1 year

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✦ ming-na wen in marvels agents of s.h.i.e.l.d., season 3 (340 gifs); this gif pack was made by @wooshikie , find link on their discord server. use/edit however you want. reblog if you find the gifs helpful.

#ming na wen gif pack #ming na wen gif hunt #gif pack #asiarph #fcxdirectory #gifsociety #supportcontentcreators #gif commissions #finished commission #mclove #mochigifs

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fortheloveofexy · 5 months

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I swear to god if I see one more AI generated aftg fanart today I'm gonna eat my phone

#this is NOT CUTE #im not mcloving it!!#aftg #all for the game #aftg meta #fandom meta

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pinatadulce · 1 month

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I'm totally not stressed out or experiencing art block rn no no not at all! What makes you think that??? 🙂

#i'm running out of ideas #welcome home #welcome home fanart #welcome home puppet show #welcome home wally #artists on tumblr #my art #digitl art #Idk #idk what else to tag #I'm not mcloving it anymore yall 🙂💔

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rapturezoo · 7 months

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I commissioned the lovely @juliannegriepp to make a portrait of my Dishonored OC, Lady Elizabeth Inchmouth, parliamentarian, art collector and historian; and main protagonist of my fic Land of Blood and Corpses. Julianne did such a wonderful work, make sure to check out her commissions post!!

#dishonored #dishonored oc #dishonored fic #elizabeth inchmouth #my ocs #i'm mcloving this so much tysm julianne for the amazing work

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w1lmutt · 1 year

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Hey not to be dramatic or anything but I'd kill for Tulin

#just finished the quest w rito village and rbjfjrheheheb i mclove him #boye of all time in the making #w1l plays totk #my gaming tag for totk

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ceabu · 7 months

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hey! I love your art:D by any chance have you listened to/read the Homestuck rewrite by Funk McLoving and Co? If so what are your thoughts? Hope you're having a wonderful day!

Hello~ I've only watched these two videos of theirs

I didn't really know what was happened in the first one but...whatever has karkat n gamzee in a thumbnail is worth clicking on lol

If their hs rewrite has gamkar I will give it a shot but if not I don't really see myself doing it

#ceabu's asks #also thank u funk mcloving for follwing me on twitter because of that rosemary comic i did lol hope ur ready for gamkar only content lol🫶

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mobiues · 7 months

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bro….. its the thought abt how mobius felt so askew with this revelation that his memories have, in fact, been rewiped so many times 😵‍💫

#like the fandom typically write off his interactions with OB as funny #and while it IS funny #notice: the level of discomfort mo/bius was slowly getting from realising his memories were SHIT #it was tampered with #IT WAS NEVER HIS #i fear i will not recover……#also the way hes quiet during the council meeting in th War Room #YOU THINK I WON NOTICE IT?!????#like. reviews have said that we’re gonna see more of mobi/us struggling w/ his existence #im McLoving it #i rlly am #gen: out of character.

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byullielle · 8 months

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Still Dream For You // Hwang Hyunjin x Fem!Reader

—Want You Back, 5SOS Exes Y/N and Hyunjin meet at a party. After 6 months of not talking to and seeing each other they decide to reminisce about their relationship, what went wrong and right, and how they landed here. a/n: new header format! its made with a little bit more love this time lol.

Tags: Light Angst, Friendly Exes, Short and Bittersweet, light swearing, Hopeful Ending (but no part 2s beg sorry!)

Disclaimer: the author was just in her feels, nothing too vulgar. discussions of career and family making is present.

"Hey," your friend lightly nudges you as you nurse the mimosa in your hand, raising your brow up at them before following their glance. "Isn't that your ex?"

And true enough, your eyes meet his'. Hwang Hyunjin. It wasn't at all surprising that you'd see him in a class reunion but it does feel weird, seeing his face after 6 months of breaking up. You see his social media posts every once in a while but seeing him in the flesh feels strange in essence. "Oh, yeah," you nod and glance over to your friend who simply raises their brows.

"You seem calm,"

"Well we're still cool," you shrug, "Like, no bad blood or anything it just didn't work out the way we planned,"

"Ah shame," they frown, "You both look good together. I only saw it through Insta but looking at you two now separately, kind of a shame,"

You couldn't help but let a chuckle slip out you, "Nothing much we could do about it," you shrug before the both of you decide to move away from the bar.

Socializing with the people you spent an entire 4 years of college with was a bit draining for you, more than willing to not go through it in the first place but social obligations be damned. You even see a few of your professors, catching up on things and careers before you inevitably come across Seungmin, one of Hyunjin's closest friends.

"Y/N-ah, hey!" he greets with a kind smile, reciprocating the gesture as you shake his hands a little bit stiffly, "Hello Seungmin-ah,"

"I haven't seen you in a while," he comments, not meaning anything behind it. "Mhm, looks like you're doing well though,"

"So are you," he replies politely before you start to see Hyunjin approach the both of you, a hesitant gait to his steps which make you internally laugh. He never changes. You shoot him a polite smile and nod before he reache's for Seungmin's shoulder, "I think Jeongin might be looking for you,"

"You think?" he scoffs and sighs, nodding at you before immediately removing himself from the scene, leaving you with Hyunjin. "Hey," you greet, a little hesitant and unsure how to act in front of him.

"Hey to you too," he shoots back with a small smile, "How are you?"

You couldn't help but chuckle, shaking your head before swirling the champagne in your hand, "Shall we? People might talk," you jut your head towards the balcony door. He nods almost too eagerly before walking beside you at a respectable distance, not even feeling his body heat radiate off your side. You couldn't deny it was quite disappointing.

The humid summer breeze hit you both like a truck compared to the crisp and harsh chill of the air conditioner in the function hall, warmth sickly and heavy as you two lean against the banister, "I'm fine," you answer his previous question, "What about you? Did you get the job?"

'The one you left me for,' stagnates on your tongue as he sighs, "I did, it was a tedious process but I'm getting acclimated to it anyway,"

"Was it everything you'd imagined?" you press your lips together, taking a sip of the champagne. You knew it was slightly petty of you but hey, the alcohol and slight spite could open its mouth far and wide. "Yeah," he responds, seemingly breathless, "It's a real dream, sometimes I get nervous that it'll go away," he admits, which makes you hum. "What about you? How's the master's degree coming in?" and you could almost hear the follow-up of 'One you used to desert me,'

"Started working on my thesis," you press your lips in a thin line, "In one and a half years hopefully I could graduate already,"

He nods, a pleased noise escaping his throat, "That's good, congrats,"

"Thanks," you dryly respond. He laughs, a bit forced and stiff before running a hand through his hair. It's grown since you've last seen him, "This feels just like when I met you for the first time,"

A small smile couldn't help but reach your lips as you recall the memory. Of course you'd never forget that, "Jaehyun's party. God I remember how much Minho sunbae drank that day," you shudder and almost seeing the afterimage of Chan dragging Minho's body away right before you. He laughs with you, now a little bit more natural as he takes a sip of his champagne.

"I remember I spilled beer on your dress," he hums, twirling his glass around. "Yeah. And you gave me your jacket and number to compensate," you help supply with a fond smile, staring off into the busy midnight streets of Seoul. "Yeah and it worked," he hums, "For a time," he adds.

It stings. Just a little bit, having to look back this way instead of how you envisioned it in your mind, arm on your hips while both of you looked inside the function hall instead of away. But well, there you both were, hands on champagne glasses and elbows on the aluminum railing.

"Y'know," you look down at your nearly empty glass, "You were the best. Seriously," you look towards him only to be met with hurt yet grateful eyes staring back at you. "Is that so?" he lets out a small breath—in disbelief? In amusement? You couldn't tell, not anymore.

A small silence passes by, as if anticipating another response before he speaks, "You were too, honestly," he presses his lips together, "Maybe in another time it would've been perfect for us,"

"Definitely," you give him. It was a short response, and you didn't want to keep on talking about it but somehow you wanted to keep him around, still talk even if it picked at the scabbing wound it took you 6 months to heal. And you knew it was the same for him. "But I'm proud of you," you immediately counter in what seemed to be an eternity of silence, "Always am and always will be,"

"Thank you, Y/N, seriously," he lets out a sigh of what seems to be relief, "You know...after all these months, somehow I'm still looking for that validation,"

"Don't your friends know?"

"I mean your validation,"

"Why my validation?" you furrow your brows at him.

He shrugs, "I guess it kinda just stuck y'know. So thanks,"

And before you could even say 'you're welcome', Seungmin slides open the door and peers his head in, "Sorry to interrupt but Hyunjin, Eunwoo sunbae is looking for you,"

Hyunjin nods, "I'll head out in a minute!"

Seungmin leaves before you clear your throat and straighten up, "Well, that was our cue," you press your lips together with a twinge of regret written all over your face, "It was nice talking to you again, Jinnie,"

"You too Ynnie," he pats your shoulder a bit reluctantly, "We never know, maybe I'll spill a cup of beer on you again,"

You throw your head back and shake your head in laughter, "At least this time make it champagne,"

#skz #skz scenarios #skz hyunjin #hyunjin #hwang hyunjin #stray kids hyunjin #hyunjin x you #hyunjin imagines #hyunjin x reader #hyunjin x y/n #hyunjin light angst #oh no elle is projecting again. elle has been single for almost 10 months now she's not mcloving it (kidding. she is)

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ortanthaig · 2 months

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Got an assistant manager position at a tea shop. Life is complete guys

#gonna be making like uhhhhhh. 4k a month too. I mclove life right now #art.txt

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fandomonetwo · 9 months

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i beggest thou pardon — eddie munson

▸summary: you have an issue. eddie has a talent at acting. you have to get rid of a really sketchy guy. he has to get people to stop making up rumours about him and chrissy. a perfect problem.

▸characters: eddie munson, fem!reader, chrissy cunningham, male!oc

▸tw: creep guy, borderline sa, an adult word or two

▸a/n: this came to me in a dream. it was a great dream. i was sad it was over

MANY OF THE students at Hawkins would say that Percy Thorn was a pretty good choice of boyfriend. He was a very tall, slightly lanky yet strong art student with a charming personality, a dazzling smile, and a 1984 Harley Davidson FXRT. Yes, he was quite a choice.

He was also an incredible egomaniac.

For the past week and a half, Percy Thorn had not once left you alone if he could help it. Lunch times, he was there. Art class, he was there. Maths and English, he was there. He was like carbon dioxide: always there, yet never wanted.

Well, this past couple of days, he’d gone above and beyond in trying his best to ‘get you’. He’d tried the flirting, leaning against inanimate objects (and animate objects, such as poor Joseph with the glasses), pick up lines, asking his friends to ask you out for him. Nothing seemed to work. So, he tried the next option.

Touching.

First, it was an arm around your shoulders. Then pats on the head. Then a hand grab. But today, he’d been rather bold, going as far as to place a hand on your thigh. When he did that, you blurted out the first thing that came to mind.

“I have a boyfriend.”

Oh, boy. You had just told Percy Thorn that you had a boyfriend. That did not exist. That was nowhere to be found. That currently had his residential address set in Narnia. You had to find a boyfriend, stat.

When lunch rolled around, you burst into the cafeteria wide-eyed, panicked, and panting. Your eyes then landed on one set person that could quite possibly guarantee your safety from Mr.-let-me-lick-my-lips-and-hope-I-look-sexy.

You beelined for the table he was currently sitting at, taking the empty seat next to him, smoothing out your skirt.

“I’m really sorry, but I need a boyfriend.”

The man blinked once, twice, gaping like a fish. He opened and closed his mouth a couple of times before blurting, “I beggest thou pardon?”

It was probably the stupidest thing Eddie Munson could have said. But he was discussing Hellfire, and he was speaking in old English, and then he remembered he had a Shakespeare assignment due tomorrow, and the dominoes just kept falling.

Eddie had never thought that someone such as yourself, a rather ethereal being that was currently spending her angelic time at a school such as this, could ever taint her reputation by breathing the same air as him, never mind sitting next to him. He was a little taken aback, evidently.

Gareth, who was sitting opposite him, merely dropped his head rather heavily on the table, banging it a couple of times before sighing. Jeff merely pat him a few times on the back, muttering “I know, dude, I know” to the poor boy. You and Eddie both watched this with rather similar facial expressions, allowing Eddie time to process what you’d just said.

“I’m so sorry,” he backtracked. “I meant to say... what?”

“Percy Thorn won’t leave me alone, and I told him I had a boyfriend, and he didn’t believe, me, and he won’t believe me until I show him, and I know that you’re a kind of freak, no offence, but if you pretended to date me, he’d probably get the message and leave me alone because he would never try to mess with you, what with you being the devil’s spawn or something, I don’t know, but I suppose the basic gist of this is, can you please pretend to be my boyfriend so he can stop touching me?”

How you managed to say that in one breath was rather impressive, Eddie had to admit. He also had to admit that he was, in fact, not listening until you mentioned touching. His eyes narrowed when he heard that and he pursed his lips.

See, he had his own little problem. Someone had seen Chrissy and him talking at one point in time, and now they had spread the rumour that the two were know a thing, meaning that Chrissy’s anxiety had skyrocketed when people whispered, and Eddie was getting into a lot more fights than he was before the rumours began. He’d only just had a black eye fade, and already had a threat for another one. If he wasn’t careful, he was going to go blind.

“Pissing off Percy Thorn, huh?” he murmured thoughtfully. “Hmmmm...”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, dude, take the deal,” Gareth hissed, not lifting his head from the table.

“Sure, why not?” the metalhead smirked, and you nearly fell backwards from relief.

“Okay,” you breathed, ready to cry. “Thank you, thank you, thank you...”

“Hey, it’s okay, sweetheart, relax.” He raised a hand to your waist, halting and asking permission with his eyes. At your soft smile and small nod, he wrapped an arm around your lower back, peeking two fingers underneath your ABBA themed baby tee. You shivered at the cool temperature of his silver rings, and were quite flustered at the heat of his skin. It was a rather beautiful contrast.

You were a rather physically affectionate person, and were rarely uncomfortable with touch unless someone else was. But this was an Eddie-initiated thing, so you leaned into his side, placing your head just below his collarbone. His hair smelt nice, and it was gorgeously soft. He had great curls.

“Wow, your hair is like, ridiculously nice,” you muttered. He chuckled.

“Thanks, doll. It’s my three-in-one shampoo,” he joked. You cracked a small smile at that, it dropping as soon as you heard footsteps and turned to see the douchebag himself strutting over.

“Well, well, well.” Percy Thorn also had a very silky voice. He could’ve been a voice actor. “We find ourselves in a predicament at the moment.”

Gareth lifted his head from the table, his eyes slits as he glared through his own brunette curls at the leather-clad artist. “And what would that be, o mighty one?”

Percy turned up his lips, looking Gareth up and down, turning back to Eddie. “The devil’s spawn has his hands on my girl.”

Eddie raised his lips in a sarcastic grin, cocking his head. “Last I checked, she was my girl.” Eddie tightened his arm to sell the point, and you raised your hand to his, lacing your fingers. You really wanted to vomit when Percy said ‘his girl’.

Percy scoffed. “Oh, please. No one would be caught dead sharing your seat on the bus, let alone allowing themselves to be called your girl.”

“Yeah, well, the reason she is my girl is because we shared a seat on the bus, so I guess luck was on my side.”

Damn, Eddie was good at lying. You smirked a little at the little made up story. You nuzzled into his neck a little, grabbing his attention.

“I have to go. Mrs. Craig won’t handle tardiness from anyone, not for the sake of algebra.” You swung your legs over the seat, hand still interlaced. He did the same, only with one leg. He pressed his lips to your knuckles, delighting in Percy’s absolute look of fury.

“I shall see you soon, my heavenly rose,” he bade farewell, sounding like one of the characters from the play he was meant to be analysing, Twelfth Night. You giggled a little. Even though you were only pretending, Eddie was rather funny.

“I await the chance, fair knight,” you returned, curtseying rather clumsily. He smiled back at you. You were quite pretty when you smiled.

You began to walk away, avoiding Percy’s look of rage when you passed. You couldn’t walk very far however, when you gasped, stopping in your tracks. Tears appeared in your eyes.

Percy smirked, the spot where he’d slapped your butt still tingling. You’d never wear this skirt in public again. Your hand flew to the spot, trying to stop something, anything, everything from happening all at once. You spun around, hunched over a little as you kept your legs together, as though you were a cowering puppy.

Eddie’s smile faded, replaced with a rather scathing look. The look of fear, no, distress that was on your face had him reeling. He grabbed the nearest thing, which was his lunch tray, shot up, flung his arms back, and brought the tray right on Percy’s ear.

The art student crumbled like a sack of potatoes, yelling as he clutched his ear. Eddie stood in front of you protectively, lunch tray still clutched rather tightly in his hand.

“You bastard.”

“Mr. Munson!” The whole cafeteria swung from looking at Eddie to looking at the teacher that had just shouted. “Principal’s office! Now!”

The brunette sighed, dropping the tray. Gareth sputtered.

“Wha- but Percy literally just assaulted her!”

“You too!” She didn’t even know his last name.

“That’s not fair.” You were trying to help, but it was hard when you were trying not to burst into tears.

“You know what? Life’s not fair. All three of you, go!” She pointed in the direction of the principal’s office Percy’s friends rushed to help their fallen mate.

Eddie stuck close to you the whole walk to the principal’s office. “Welp, that was an eventful relationship.” He tried joking, but it didn’t crack a smile this time.

“I’m sorry,” you said. “I got you both in trouble.”

“Nah,” Gareth waved his hand, dismissing you. “It was worth it. Seeing Thorn fold like that was funny. Plus,” he wiggled his eyebrows, “Eddie’s got a girlfriend.”

“Pretend girlfriend.” Eddie cleared his throat turning a little red. Gareth shrugged and walked a bit in front of them. The metalhead turned to you, sheepishly running his hand on the back of his neck. “Sorry about him, and that whole tray smack thing.”

“It’s okay, for both things.” You said quietly. “But, uh, you wouldn’t mind being my pretend boyfriend for a little longer, would you? I’m a little paranoid now.”

“Well, we can’t have that, can we?” Eddie grinned like the cheshire cat. “How about I drop you home to solidify the story?”

You smiled at that. “I’d really love that.”

Besides, he could use your help on that assignment.

#stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #fake dating #gareth stranger things #mclove

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