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#this is temporary until Halloween <3
munson-blurbs · 11 months
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Single Dad!Eddie x Fem!ReaderSeries
1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6
Summary: Conflict arises with Harris's new teacher, filling Halloween with more tricks than treats. But it's nothing a visit with Ms. Sweetheart can't fix.
Warnings: allusion to Reader and Eddie's one-night stand, panic attack, Reader's grandma has dementia.
WC: 5.6k
Chapter 6/20
Scruffy!Eddie edit credit to @eddiemunsons-missingnipple Divider credit to @saradika
Guns N’ Roses t-shirt: check. Goodwill jeans with makeshift holes in the knees: check. Bandana tied snugly around his forehead: check. Arms littered with an assortment of temporary tattoos: check.
Eddie grins as he assesses his son’s costume, reaching into the thrift store bag as he pulls out the pièce de résistance: a denim jacket, only two sizes bigger than Harris would usually wear. It was a bit over what he’d been hoping to spend, but he’d reasoned with himself that it could also be worn after Halloween. It was an investment, he’d decided, not a splurge.
His smile falters when Harris indignantly stomps his foot, crossing his arms over his chest. While Eddie had hoped his son would go with more badass tattoo options, perhaps a skull and crossbones or even a snake, he had insisted on a Sesame Street theme. Cookie Monster munches on his signature treat as Harris pouts.
“No, Daddy!” he whines, twisting away when Eddie holds the jacket closer to him. “I can’t wear that!”
“C’mon, Har,” he tries, scouring his brain to come up with a convincing enough lie. “Axl Rose wore jackets all the time!”
Harris doesn’t just shake his head; he swivels his entire body back and forth in protest. “I don’t care! No one’s gonna be able to see my tattoos!” He holds out both arms in front of him; nearly every square inch (besides the section blocked by his cast) is covered. Eddie had spent most of last night diligently applying them precisely where Harris had asked, lest there be a tantrum. There was, unfortunately, a headless Elmo from when Harris had asked–no, demanded–that he try by himself. Still, Eddie figured that only one casualty was a win.
“Those are some sweet ol’ tatties,” Eddie muses, biting back a laugh at the two-dimensional Big Bird on his son’s forearm. “But wouldn’t it be cool if you wore the jacket into school and then–BAM!--took it off and surprised everyone with them?
Harris appears to consider this, mouth tucked into his cheeks. “Can I show Ms. Sweetheart?”
“Sure, bud. We’ll stop by her classroom when I pick you up.” Whatever gets us out of the house in weather-appropriate attire. “But first, show me your most metal pose.”
The boy opens his mouth wide and sticks out his tongue as far as it extends, scrunching his face dramatically until the corners of his eyes crinkle. His middle and ring fingers press into his palm, thumb crossing over them, with his forefinger and pinky raised in the quintessential rock ‘n roll symbol. 
Eddie swoops down and smacks a wet kiss to Harris’s cheek. “That’s my boy!”
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Standing among the crowd of parents at pick-up, Eddie opts out of making banal small talk and instead chooses to look at the bulletin board. The previous art project that had been hanging against the faded blue paper–”self-portraits” that the students had made on the first day of school–have been replaced by finger paintings of orange blobs that vaguely resemble pumpkins. There wasn’t one for Harris because he was in Ms. Sweetheart’s classroom then, so it’s his first art project in his new class. He eagerly scans the board for Harris’s, frowning when he can’t find his name. 
Maybe it’s still drying, he tries to convince himself, imagining his son over-saturating the paper with globs of paint. It wouldn’t be entirely out of character.
Ms. Marion’s classroom is a sea of costumed children. A boy dressed as one of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles stands by his mom. A Cinderella, a black cat, and a Thomas the Tank Engine surround Ms. Paula. As soon as Eddie spots Harris, he smiles and waves him over, hurriedly scribbling his signature on the sign-out sheet.
He expects Harris to zoom past the other kids, fueled by the standard Halloween diet of sugar and chocolate, but he just kind of…mopes to the doorway. His shoulders slump dejectedly, and though he keeps his gaze low, Eddie can still see the film of mist staining his innocent eyes.
“Har, what’s wrong?” He waits for an answer, and when he doesn’t receive one–an oddity for his perpetually chatty son–he tries a new tactic. “Wanna show me where your artwork is? I must be gettin’ old, because I couldn’t find it on the board out there.”
“‘S not there,” Harris mumbles, scratching off a flaking piece of the Rosita tattoo on the back of his hand. “I didn’t get to finish.”
Eddie watches as the tears start to slip down his cheeks, and he brings him into the hallway before Ms. Marion or Ms. Paula sees what’s going on. He can’t be certain, but his paternal instincts tell him that they’ve contributed to Harris’s sad state. “Why not?”
“I-I t-tried, but M-Ms. Mar-Marion and Ms. P-Paula got m-mad at me.” The words come out between choked sobs. “‘C-Cuz I c-couldn’t sit d-down.”
“What do you mean?”
“I k-keeped st-standing up, ‘cuz m-my legs wanted to st-stand.” The explanation tumbles out of him so quickly, as though he’s trying to beat the clock. “And they s-said if I did-didn’t sit down, I c-couldn’t do art. But I k-keeped f-f-forgetting, and th-they t-taked away my pay-pay-paper and said, ‘sit in the c-corner!’”
Eddie’s breath hitches, and he has to clear his throat before speaking again. “Did…did that happen in Ms. Sweetheart’s class? The legs thing?” 
“Mhm,” Harris manages, “b-but she let me stand and d-do ju-jumps to get the wig-wiggles out. She just t-t-telled me not to do ju-jumps with s-s-scissors, ‘cuz of s-safety.” His breathing increases to a rapid pace, face flushing red as his chest heaves. “B-But Ms. M-Marion ye-ye-yelled at me!”
Eddie’s brows pinch together, and he gently presses his calloused palms against Harris’s narrow shoulders, desperate to prevent him from hyperventilating. “Harris, you gotta calm down. I can’t understand you when you’re crying like this!” Despite his efforts, his frustration bleeds into his tone, and he winces when the latter sentence ends with an unwanted snap. “Shh, it’s okay. It’s just an art project.” 
“Harris?”
The sound of your voice draws the attention of both Munsons. You let out a small oof as Harris flings himself against your legs, and though he practically flew the five foot distance between his father and you, now is not the time to remind him about using his walking feet.
“Hey, hey, what’s going on?” You crouch down, taking his hand in yours, and notice his quick, shallow breaths. “We’re gonna breathe together, okay? Eyes on me.” You demonstrate inhaling for three seconds, holding for three seconds, and exhaling for three seconds. “Now let’s do it together.” 
He hesitates but ultimately follows your lead, and you guide him until his breathing slows enough for him to sputter, “I t-tried to sit, b-but I c-couldn’t.”
You haven’t the slightest idea what he’s referring to, but Eddie fills you in. You feel the heat of anger creeping through your body, not just for the way your co-worker treated the sweet boy, but for her insolent approach to teaching as a whole.
“We can go to my classroom,” you offer, silently sighing in relief when the boy nods in agreement. “I don’t know if I have the supplies to make the same project as Ms. Marion, but if you have a few minutes, you can draw something now. I bet Mr. Will would love to help you; he’s a super-duper artist.”
Just as you’d predicted, Will jumps at the opportunity to help Harris with his impromptu art project, encouraging him to draw something that makes him happy. While he does that, you comb through the mess left behind from the Halloween party you’d thrown. You’d sooner toss one hundred cupcake wrappers in the trash before attempting a conversation with Eddie Munson. He’s simply too unpredictable; kind and thoughtful one day, harsh and guarded the next.
One of the wrappers in your hand drops to the floor and you reach forward to pick it up, pinching the pleated material between your pointer and middle fingers. You can feel Eddie’s eyes on your form, the way the backs of your thighs are slightly exposed when you bend over, and you stand up quickly. 
“Are you the Magic School Bus lady?” He takes in your lavender dress with planets and stars stamped all over it. Oh. He wasn’t checking you out; he was just trying to figure out who you’d dressed up as. Good. Anything else would be inappropriate.
So why does a twinge of disappointment radiate through you?
You glance at your costume; with all of the commotion, you’d forgotten you’d even been wearing one “I mean, would I even be a teacher if I didn’t jump at the chance to be Ms. Frizzle?” You motion over to Will, decked out in green from head to toe with two yellow horns glued to a headband atop his mop of brown hair. “Have you met my trusty sidekick, Liz the Lizard?”
Eddie laughs. “Yeah, Byers actually used to play in my D&D club back in high school. Made some pretty sick art pieces to liven up that dingy excuse for a room.”
You look between the two of them, trying to do the mental math. “Will, didn’t you say you’re twenty-four?” And if Eddie is thirty, that means…
“I, uh, had a little trouble graduating,” Eddie sheepishly admits, ruffling the back of his hair and offering a tight grimace. “But I got there eventually. Class of ‘86, baby!” 
“Worked out for me,” Will shrugs with a grin, looking up from Harris’s drawing. “You were the best DM Hellfire ever had. Although, rumor has it that Erica Sinclair gave you a run for your money.”
Harris picks up a yellow marker, furiously scribbling a circle in the left-hand corner of his paper. You try peering over to see the whole drawing, but he presses his whole body against the table, successfully thwarting your plans. “No peeking!” he warns, not putting his feet back on the ground until you’ve averted your gaze. “‘S a surprise.”
You put your hands up in surrender. “All right, all right. I’ll be surprised.” You raise your eyebrows at Eddie, who shares a similar response in return.
“Dunno when he got so bossy,” he snorts before calling out to his son, “Har-Bear? Five more minutes. We gotta get home to trick-or-treat with Grampa Wayne.”
“Ooh, that sounds like fun!” you echo as Harris grabs a purple marker from the box. “What’s your favorite candy?”
“Hmm.” Harris uses his free hand–the one with the cast–to tap his chin, continuing to color with the other one. “M&Ms. But only the plain ones. Daddy doesn’t let me have the peanut ones ‘cause he says I could choke.”
You shoot a sly, knowing look at Eddie. “I’m sure that’s the only reason. Such a selfless father.” You cross your arms over your chest and cock your head innocently. “And what do you do with all of these confiscated peanut M&Ms, Mr. Munson? Donate them?” 
Eddie tucks his lips into his mouth to mask his grin. “Listen, the jig is gonna be up at some point,” he mumbles out of the corner of his mouth, loud enough so you can hear but soft enough that Harris can’t. “Let me enjoy my free candy while it lasts.”
“No judgment here,” you say with a small laugh, “they’re one of my favorites, too.”
“TA-DA!” Harris shouts, startling you, Eddie, and Will. He holds up the construction paper and smiles widely. To anyone without kids–or who didn’t teach preschool for a living–it would look like a bunch of colorful scribbles. But you can tell that he’s drawn a group of people standing by a tree (or a really, really tall flower) underneath the sun.
“Wow, Harris! That’s amazing!” you clap your hands together to punctuate your enthusiasm. “Who are all those people?”
Harris’s pointer finger travels left to right across the paper as he names each person: “That’s me, Grampa Wayne, Daddy, you, and Mr. Will!” The stick figure that represents you has a purple scribble on it, which you realize must be the costume you’re wearing. “An’ we’re all smiling because we’re happy!” Sure enough, each person has a curved red line at the bottom of their face. But there’s something else that catches your eye.
All of the people have a small space between them, except for you and Eddie. The circle that Harris drew to represent your left hand overlaps with the circle that is Eddie’s right. 
You glance at the real Eddie, and if he notices, he doesn’t give any indication. “I love it, buddy.” He takes the drawing and inspects it closely. “Yup, this one’s definitely going on the fridge when we get home.” He flicks the paper for good measure. “Go clean up the markers so we can head out, Axl Rose.”
Among the noise of markers clattering back in the bins, you lean in to Eddie, inadvertently inhaling the scent of his cigarettes and cologne. For a brief moment, you’re transported back to the night fate had led you to cross paths; the thought of his lips on your neck in the stairwell has you clenching your thighs and swallowing thickly as you murmur, “I can ask him to make a new one with just you, him, and his grandpa.”
Eddie shakes his head. “N-No. I like this one.” He lets one hand drop to his side and it grazes yours. His rings brush your knuckles, and you instinctively draw back at the sensation of the cool metal and the zing of heat that pulses at his light touch. “Sorry,” he mumbles, not making eye contact.
“S’okay.”
He blinks a few times and redirects his attention to his son. “What do you say to Mr. Will and Ms. Sweetheart for letting you do your art project?”
Harris’s little chest swells as he inhales deeply, storing up as much oxygen as he can fit in his lungs before bellowing, “THANK YOUUUUUUU!”
Eddie brings his palm to his ear canal, rotating his forefinger as though trying to repair a punctured eardrum. “Love the enthusiasm,” he says through gritted teeth. “Seriously, though. Thank you both so much.”
“Of course,” Will says warmly, picking up the marker bin and placing it in its space on the shelf.
“Anything for Harris.” You smile, motioning towards the little boy already by his father’s side. “Have fun trick-or-treating tonight, bud! I can’t wait to hear about all the yummy candy you got.”
Harris scrunches his nose in contemplation. “Are you going trick-or-treating, Ms. Sweetheart?”
“Nah,” you laugh, “I’m gonna stay home and give candy to all the kids who come by.” And pray that Grandma doesn’t curse them out, you silently add.
“Oh.” Harris pauses, grabbing his dad’s hand. “Okay, bye!”
Eddie chuckles as his son pulls him towards the door. “That’s my cue. Um, Happy Halloween,” he adds awkwardly, waving once before disappearing down the hallway.
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There’s so much more that he wants to say: you’re the best; you saved the day; you should be my son’s teacher instead of that old, bitchy bat. But he didn’t have time. Maybe another day. At least, that’s what he tells himself. 
Wayne arrives just a few minutes after Eddie and Harris get home. As soon as his gruff voice comes over the intercom, Harris excitedly buzzes him in. “Grampa Wayne’s here!” he yells, even though Eddie’s standing right next to him. He grabs the pillowcase from the couch; it was originally white, but after Eddie accidentally threw in a red sock with the white laundry, it’s tinted light pink.
No sooner does the older man cross the threshold into the apartment, Harris is trying to drag him out again. “Let’s go, before all the good candy is gone!” he whines. His eyebrows pinch together and he drops his grandfather’s hand. “Oh, wait, I gotta show you something.” He scampers off into the kitchen, and Wayne winces when he hears the rattle of magnets falling to the floor.
“I’m okay!” Harris calls out, running back with a piece of paper in his hand. “Look what I drawed at school today!” He gives Wayne the rundown of who’s who.
Wayne analyzes each person in the picture, stopping at the overlapping circles between you and Eddie. “This is great, Har-Bear,” he muses. “Are, um, are Daddy and Ms. Sweetheart holding hands?”
“Mhm,” Harris casually confirms, taking the drawing back. “‘Cause they’re married.”
Eddie chokes on air as Wayne does a double-take. “Congrats, Ed,” he jokes, clapping a hand to his nephew’s shoulder. “Gotta say, I thought I’d at least get an invite.”
“Shut up,” Eddie grumbles, rolling his eyes. “Harris, why do you think that Ms. Sweetheart and I are married?” He wracks his brain for answers, but he can’t come to a logical conclusion. Did I talk about her in my sleep? Oh, shit, what if it was when I had that dream—
“Because you gived her a present,” Harris says, eyes innocent and wide. “And when grown-ups love each other, they give each other presents.”
“Oh, he gave Ms. Sweetheart a present, huh?” On the surface, Wayne’s words are as innocuous as Harris’s, but Eddie hears the teasing buried just beneath. 
Harris nods. “Mhm. He gived her a tape!”
“It was the Toni Braxton one that she came into the shop for…that day that, uh…” Eddie raises his eyebrows at his uncle, who nods in acknowledgment. He brings his focus back to his son. “It doesn’t mean that we’re married. People have to go on dates and fall in love before they get married.”
The young boy absorbs this information. “So you should go on dates and fall in love with Ms. Sweetheart!” His face lights up at the idea of it, and it breaks Eddie’s heart to let him down. 
So, he doesn’t. 
“Why don’t you hang that back up so we can get outta here and get you some candy, huh?” He forces a smile and watches his son scamper into the kitchen before turning back to Wayne and shaking his head. 
Harris peels a magnet off of the fridge, the one Eddie bought him on their Daddy-Son day. It has a sea lion balancing a beach ball on its snout, with HAWKINS ZOO printed in bolded letters along the bottom.  
Lowering his voice to a whisper, he speaks directly to his drawing. “When Daddy and Ms. Sweetheart fall in love and get married, I’ll finally have a mommy.” He presses his hand flat against the paper as though he’s sealing in the wish. He stays like that for a moment until his dad calls his name, and he clutches his pillow case as they head out the door. 
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Eddie assumes that the love and marriage talk is done for the evening, but the feeling of relief doesn’t last long. The trio of Munson men is halfway down the stairwell when Wayne starts instigating. “Hey, Har, is Ms. Sweetheart pretty?”
“WAYNE!” Eddie grits his teeth and shoots a sharp look at his uncle. The last thing he needs is for Harris to get his hopes up about a blossoming romance between his dad and his former teacher. 
“Oh, yeah!” Harris gleefully agrees, oblivious to the mounting tension. He grips the railing and jumps from the second to last step onto the tiled landing below. “Super pretty! Like a princess.”
The eldest Munson turns to Eddie. “Didja hear that? Pretty like a princess.”
“I heard him,” Eddie replies tersely. 
“Daddy?”
No. Don’t ask me. Harris Wayne Munson, do not ask me what I think you’re going to—
“Do you think Ms. Sweetheart is pretty?”
Although he anticipated the question, Eddie still freezes. If he disagrees, Harris will inevitably want to know why not. And if he’s being honest with himself, he can’t name a single ugly thing about you. 
He does think you’re pretty. He thinks you’re beautiful. Gorgeous. Stunning. And even though he’s literally seen you naked, fully on display for him–a memory he revisits more often than he’s willing to admit–it’s the thought of what you did today that solidifies your beauty. The way you’d effortlessly calmed Harris down without Eddie even having to ask. The frown on his face almost instantly became a smile, the flow of his tears ceasing and turning into the giggles that brought sunlight into Eddie’s life. You did that.
Any woman can be sexy, but you? In that moment, you were perfect.
Fuck. 
“Daddy? Hello?”
At the sound of Harris’s voice, Eddie realizes that he physically hasn’t moved from his spot on the stairs. His hand is gripping the banister so tightly that it leaves an imprint in his palm. “Yeah, buddy,” he manages through his Sahara Desert throat. “I think Ms. Sweetheart’s pretty.”
“Like a princess?” Wayne’s eyes twinkle mischievously. It’s been a long time since he’s been able to tease his nephew about a crush, and he’s not passing up this limited opportunity. 
“Yeah. Like a princess.”
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Education outsiders might think that Halloween is one of the worst days to be a teacher. The lethal combination of sugar and excitement barely contained in tiny costumed bodies seems like a recipe for disaster. But any teacher worth their salt will tell you that there is a day far, far worse than Halloween: November 1st. 
On Halloween, there is the expectation for fun. There’s a costume parade, classroom trick-or-treating, and even a little party. The kids are out of control, but who cares? It’s Halloween. 
But on November 1st, there is work to be done. And you’re expected to teach the months of the year to 10 four-year-olds who are suffering from candy hangovers and won’t stop asking why they can’t go trick-or-treating again today. 
You and Will are preparing for battle as students trickle in, excited to show off the candy stashes they acquired the night before. Abby Carver cries because she ate her Reese’s cup and now she’s sad that it’s gone. Joshua Harrington is continuing to “sling webs” at the other kids despite your incessant reminders that he is no longer Spider-Man. A fight over a KitKat bar breaks out not even five minutes into the day, and you confiscate it before someone causes serious bodily harm. 
Two fingers lightly tap on your shoulder—too high up to be a kid—and you whirl around with an irritated, “what?”
“Whoa,” Eddie says, concern etched into his otherwise soft features. He takes a small step back, nearly tripping over a rogue Lego that somehow made its way out of the toy area. He stumbles but catches his balance easily. “Everything okay?”
“‘S a warzone out here,” you try and joke, but you feel it fall flat. You’re too tired for humor. Grandma may not have yelled at the trick-or-treaters like you’d feared, but she did get increasingly angrier with each knock on the door. After the fifth time of her snarling at you to “shut the hell up” (like you could simultaneously be on both sides of the door), you’d relented and just put the candy bowl on the welcome mat, scribbling “TAKE ONE” on a yellow sticky note, adhering it to the plastic container. 
Two decades earlier, Halloween at Grandma’s house had a completely different connotation. She’d have a little pizza party all set up for you, and she’d buy a big bag of your favorite candy, in case you didn’t get enough during your door-to-door quests. And she’d always let you watch whatever spooky movie your heart desired, regardless of your parents’ rules. 
“That’s what grandmas are for,” she’d said with a wink, and the two of you curled up to watch Little Shop of Horrors. Her demeanor matched the hokey magnet on her fridge that read, If I knew how fun my grandkids would be, I would’ve had them first. You’d stay like that until you both fell asleep, only being roused by your parents arriving to pick you up. The good old days, before Grandma waking up involved watching the confusion in her eyes as she tried and failed to place you.
“C-Can I help you with something?” Your guard goes up immediately when you notice that Harris isn’t with him. The time you’d spent together after school yesterday had been nice, fun, even, but you couldn’t trust that today would be the same. Not after what happened a few short weeks ago. 
“I, um…I just swung by to give you this.” He reaches into the inner pocket of his denim jacket; it’s the same one that he lent to Harris when he’d forgotten his at home. A flash of yellow paper catches your eye, and he unfurls his palm to reveal a small bag of peanut M&Ms. “You said they were one of your favorites, right?”
You look at the treat, not willing to reach out and grab it. What if it’s a joke? An elaborate ploy to reel you in, just to shout “gotcha” when you finally let your walls come down?
“Are they poisoned or something?” you quip, crossing your arms over your chest. “Did you spike them with Ex-Lax?”
Eddie’s lips part in surprise before he collects himself. “Guess I deserve that,” he mumbles. “But, no. They’re not. I swear on James Hetfield’s life.” He drags his fingernail over his heart in an X-formation. 
You take the bag, inspecting it for any sign of tampering, but you come up short. The edges are sealed, and there are no pinpricks as far as your eyes can see. “Dipped into Harris’s stash for me?”
“Hey, these bad boys are technically mine for the taking until he figures out that he can eat them without dying.” Eddie chuckles lightly, peering at you through impossibly long lashes. “But, yeah, I was hoping you’d accept these as part of my apology. Or apologies, I guess. For, uh, for not calling when I said I would, and all of the awful shi—awful things I said to you.” His voice is barely above a whisper as he steps closer and says, “I am so fucking sorry.”
You make a small tear in the bag, tapping it against your palm until an M&M falls out. Popping the blue candy in your mouth, you allow the shell to start dissolving on your tongue before crunching on the peanut, hoping you can process what he’s said by the time you’re finished chewing. 
This is what you’ve been waiting for—an actual heartfelt apology. His brown eyes reflect nothing but shame and remorse, and you can tell by the way that he’s fidgeting with his rings that he’s anxiously awaiting your reply. 
His vulnerability softens you slightly, and considering you haven’t keeled over after ingesting the candy, you throw him a bone. 
“This fun size bag covers the ‘not calling’ part, but I’m gonna need a lot more candy if you want me to forgive you for what you said at the music store.” You keep your tone light; teasing, even, but there’s a layer of truth to it. He can’t merely waltz into your classroom with a gift and expect you to forget his hurtful words. 
Eddie nods, his frizzy curls brushing the tops of his denim-clas shoulders. “I know. I’ve said some pretty terrible things in my life, but that might’ve been the worst. And, um,” he fumbles his words, desperately searching for the right ones. Semantics has never been his forte. “You didn’t deserve that. It’s not true; your grandma didn’t want to forget you. And…neither do I.” When you raise your eyebrows, he starts to backtrack. “Because you’re so great with Harris; like, you understand him and stuff. He’s always talking about you.”
Daddy, do you think Ms. Sweetheart is pretty? The question replays like a song he can’t shake from his head, its melody familiar but the notes still keeping him on edge. Pretty like a princess, only instead of saving her, I’m the one who needs to be rescued. So much for Prince Charming, huh?
The M&M melts in your mouth while you formulate a response to his candid admission. Sweetness seeps into your taste buds as you try to straddle the line between careful consideration and overthinking. Speak too quickly and you might say something you’ll regret. Take too long and you’ll make this even more awkward.
“W-Well, I’m glad to hear that.” Short, simple, to the point. Your words are slightly slurred by the candy obstruction, but what else is there to say? You could add that you forgive him, but you’re truthfully not sure that you do. His words scarred, had taken your already mangled self-worth and snapped it into pieces, and so did his reasoning for hurting you. Despite the love and kindness you’d shown his son, Eddie had fully believed that you were responsible for spreading personal information that would wound him. It was exactly as Jeff had said: Eddie struck below the belt at the first sign of conflict, so determined to protect himself that he didn’t even realize that he was attacking the people on his side.
The sound of books clattering to the floor snatches your attention from him, and you whip your head to your little classroom library to see two kids standing over a pile of fallen books, guilty looks stamped on their faces. “I’ve gotta go,” you blurt out, dashing off to assess the damage. You’ve never been so grateful for your students causing mischief.
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The hour hand crawls to the number two; at one point, you swore the clock was moving backwards. The chaos of the morning was only a preview of the rest of the day’s fiascos, but you and Will had navigated as best as you could.
“Jesus,” he murmurs once the kids have all been dismissed, gingerly rubbing his temples, “that was brutal. I can handle the day after Halloween; I can handle Fridays, but when they coincide? Nope, never again.” He slumps into a chair dramatically, letting his arms drape over the sides.
“Gonna have a glass of wine when you get home?” you joke, wiping Play-Doh residue from a tabletop.
Will nods. “Or a whole bottle.” His focus shifts to your desk, and he nods his chin in that direction. “I see you have something to look forward to tonight, too.”
You follow his gaze, widening your eyes when you see the object he’s referring to. A bag of peanut M&Ms–much bigger than the one you’d inhaled this morning–sits on top of your desk calendar; resting next to it is a cassette. You walk over, curiosity getting the better of you. The cassette is Guns N’ Roses’ Appetite for Destruction; you recognize the iconic cover as soon as it comes into view. It’s not your usual music choice, but you’ll listen to almost anything.
There’s a piece of paper taped to the giant yellow M&M bag, folded in equal triads. Messily scrawled across the front in black ink is Ms. Sweetheart. You gently pull the adhesive loose and open the letter, nervously running your forefinger across the irregular edge where it was obviously torn from a composition notebook.
Fun size mistake=fun size bag of candy
Family size mistake=family size bag of candy
I’m really good at fucking things up, but really bad at fixing them. I wish I could say that I didn’t mean to hurt you, but we both know that I did. 
You don’t have to forgive me, but I need you to know how sorry I am. 
-Eddie
P.S. Not sure if hard rock is your thing, but I saw this at work and it reminded me of the kindness you showed our favorite little Axl Rose yesterday.
“Who’s it from?” Will asks, breaking into your thoughts. “A secret admirer?” He brings his clasped hands to his cheek in mock dreaminess.
You manage a laugh as you fold the note back up and tuck it under the calendar. “If it is, he’s really bad at it, because he signed his name.” When did he even sneak in here to do this? Kind of scary that someone could walk in and you didn’t even notice.
“Aha! So it is a guy!” Will pumps his fist triumphantly, though you’re not quite sure what he thinks he’s won.
“Just Eddie Munson, thanking us for letting Harris draw here yesterday.” 
It’s not a total lie, but Will sees right through it. “Uh-huh. Thanking us? So that note is also for me? Can I read it?” He starts towards your desk, outstretched hand reaching towards where you’d tried to hide it, but you playfully swat them away.
You glance at the clock and frown. “If you leave a little early, I won’t tell anyone.”
Will flips you off; over the last two months, you two had developed a sibling-esque relationship that came out more once the kids had left for the day. He grabs his backpack from the supply closet and slings it over his shoulders. “You’re lucky I’m exhausted, or I’d stick around and keep bothering you.”
“Yeah, yeah.” You roll your eyes, knowing full well that he’s itching to leave regardless. “Gotta save up your energy for when Marshall visits.”
Will blushes at the mention of his long-distance boyfriend’s name. He still wasn’t out to many people, but when you’d casually mentioned the date Jess had with a girl named Robin, he’d felt comfortable opening up to you. “I can’t wait!” His grin is so wide you swear it’ll stretch right off of his face. “Thanks again; you’re the best.”
That leaves you alone with your gigantic bag of candy, a Guns N’ Roses cassette, and an apology that you have no idea what to do with.
Once again, Eddie Munson has given you more questions than answers.
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Today we are excited to bring you the second part to our rec list of exes to lovers fics. You can find the first part to this rec list here. Please note that in some of these fics, they’re broken up before the story begins, and in some of these fics, they break up over the course of the story and then reunite. Happy reading!
1) The Prints Of Your Hands Are Still On My Canvas | Explicit | 4,563 words
Harry and Louis broke up not long ago. Everything was fine until then, problems started with Louis’ heat just around the corner, an important presentation that he could not miss, and a very visible (or more like invisible) alpha that could help him go through his heat. And then Harry shows up. (Again.)
2) Unspoken | Explicit | 5,175 words
Harry and Louis broke up when they were nineteen. They see each other after six years.
3) The Writing On the Wall | Explicit | 6,705 words
When BookToker Louis receives a gift basket filled with all his favorite sweets, wines, and stuffed animals alongside the new Harry Styles book, he’s shocked at the story he finds in the pages.
4) Can I Stand In Your Light, Just For A While? | Mature | 11,875 words
“But like, if they offered you that much money it means they really really want your works.” Niall continued. “I mean I guess, I still don’t get why,” he shrugged. “It's because you’re an amazing artist Lou.” Niall squeezed Louis’ arm. “Also, maybe the CEO guy has some sort of crush on you, and that's why.” “I really hope that's not true.” The man paid for his tomatoes and put them into his tote bag. “Why? Is the guy ugly? Bald?” Niall babbled. “No, Niall…” “Old? I bet he’s old.” “Niall! It's Harry, he’s the CEO guy.” Louis sighed. “What?!” Niall shrieked, probably startling the whole block.
5) Wedding Bells Will Never Ring For Me | Explicit | 14,807 words
After a failed proposal a few years back, Louis gets an unexpected invitation to his ex - Harry’s – wedding.
6) Nothing’s Scarier Than Losing You | Explicit | 15,463 words
When Louis and Harry run into each other at a Halloween party two months after their breakup, they’re reminded of how rude, infuriating, and utterly perfect for each other they are.
7) How You Sleep At Night | Mature | 15,568 words
“-And…this is Louis.” And just that. ‘This is Louis.’ Louis feels like throwing up out of nowhere. So, that’s it then? Is he just a ‘Louis’ to him now?
8) Silk Chiffon | Explicit | 20,122 words
Louis gets a message from his ex making fun of him for pretending to know how to cook on Instagram. They settle on a simple bet, Louis had to be Harry's perfect little housewife for an entire month.
9) Under The Rain Or Under The Snow | Explicit | 20,667 words
Christmas AU where they broke up a month ago but Harry shows up at Louis’ childhood home for the holidays. Louis didn’t tell his mum about their breakup so staying with them is not ideal. Harry stays.
10) My Waves Meet Your Shore | Mature | 23,873 words
When Louis gets an email from his ex - Harry - it shouldn't surprise him as much as it does; they're parents now and it isn't rare to communicate with each other. But this? He wasn't expecting it at all.
11) Your Heart Is Dangled In Front Of Me | Explicit | 27,085 words
Harry Styles prides himself in being one of the best detectives in The 28th Precinct. But if there’s one case he can’t solve, it’s his marriage. At least not on his own. Joining forces with his five-year-old son and a free-spirited murderer-on-trial, Harry does whatever it takes to bring Louis back.
12) Somebody's Got Your Trainers On (It's You) | Explicit | 28,000 words
Louis hasn't thought about Harry since half an hour after the shift started, when Krystle told him that she was binging Gogglebox last night and therefore didn't get enough sleep - a sure reminder of Harry’s temporary Gogglebox obsession. Five hours isn't much without thinking about someone, but that's as long as it gets. Louis came to terms with that two years ago. When Harry walked out the door with his stupid New Balance trainers and never looked back.
13) Last Blues For Bloody Knuckles | Explicit | 34,293 words
Styles was a name everyone knew. It had evolved into something of a fairy tale, a far away problem that normal people didn’t have to deal with. Louis never thought he’d find himself falling in love with him. When he finds himself pregnant with Harry’s child, he knows he has to leave the life, and Harry, behind. For her sake. He never expected Harry to show back up on his doorstep five years later.
14) The Wounds That Scarred Our Souls | Explicit | 35,910 words
Forever was nothing but a lie, Forever was just a ruse for the human heart, it gave you hope and then killed you. Forever was just a myth.
15) Stay Until Tomorrow | Explicit | 36,766 words
There’s a dull ache seeping through Louis’ body as he wakes up; a mild headache from last night’s alcohol intake, a cramp in his right arm from sleeping on it weird and a familiar soreness between his arse cheeks that Louis fully blames on his lousy one night stand.
16) Borrow The Moonlight | Explicit | 37,738 words
Louis and Harry broke up three years ago. The last thing Louis expects to see when he’s sent to help a guest is Harry, 3000 miles away from where he’s supposed to be.
17) The Space Between | Explicit | 39,917 words
Harry Styles is the alpha rockstar who can’t sleep and doesn’t know why. Louis Tomlinson is the omega PhD student who helps him figure it out.
18) Just A Flicker In The Dark | Explicit | 57,204 words
Louis is a struggling witch desperate to prove himself after yet another magic disaster and finds a calling in the haunted house of client Niall Horan. Things get more complicated when he’s assigned a case partner: acclaimed medium and ex-boyfriend, Harry S
19) Dark Doom, Honey | Explicit | 57,801 words
Note: There is also an AU version of this fic, which is also an exes to lovers fic.
Louis lifted one shoulder, lips slightly pursed. “You are acting like an asshole.” Harry’s mouth pressed into a thin line, eyebrows knitting together. “I wasn’t being an asshole, I was following my own rules. The ones I always follow when I’m about to start an arrangement with a new submissive. If you don’t want this or are having doubts, we should stop now. But if we do this, I do want to make something clear, I’ll never do anything you don’t want to, but you have to be aware that I’ll never be sweet, I don’t do sweet, you already saw what I do. If you want something different you can go on dates, this is not that. Are we clear?” It was the perfect way out. Louis could simply say no and their lives would keep on going as they were. So far, nothing was changed beyond repair. But he wanted to be. At some point in his life, way before Harry and the betrayals, Louis lost a little of himself, and had never felt closer to getting it back than in Lair, with Harry. “Crystal.”
20) Men of Steel, Men of Power | Explicit | 58,849 words
“You’ve been watching me,” Styles said. Louis swallowed around nothing. He tried for light. “You’re the newest addition, people are bound to be curious,” he said. “Sure,” said Styles, in a somewhat condescending tone. “I’m not that daft, I do notice the curiosity regarding my clothes. That’s not what you’re doing though, hm?” Styles’ gaze was intense, and Louis could feel it burn on the side of his face, but kept his eyes stubbornly on the coffee cup. “I,” he said, licked his lips. Took a deep breath, tried to look open, confident, dominant. Alpha.
21) It’s Golden, Like Daylight | Explicit | 61,496 words
"I actually think you might be onto something.” Harry’s eyes widened. “You mean…” Louis nodded. “As crazy and insane as this, this might just solve both of our problems.” “Are you saying you’re in?” Harry asked. “I’m in.”
22) Feeling Borrowed, Always Blue | Explicit | 68,214 words
Louis has been dreaming of his wedding since he was young - he just never expected it to happen like this. words
23) Violent Delights | Not Rated | 76,174 words
Prince Harry is arranged to mate Princess Charlotte, but first he must spend a month completing courting traditions which ends in a mating ceremony. When he arrives to the Tomlinson castle, he finds the forbidden North wing holds that which the family has worked hard to keep secret. Mainly: the sickly sweet Prince Louis, who’s rare gender has forced his family to keep him locked away for his own protection.
24) Sink Into Your Sunlight | Explicit | 79,562 words
In the grand scheme of things Louis did believe in love, what he didn’t believe was that he would ever find it in his life time for himself. Low and behold he would find it with someone he didn’t anticipate, now it was just a matter of having it work out the way he dreamed of.
25) Halfway Home | Mature | 103,158 words
Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson were improbable childhood friends, much to Harry’s dismay. They were thrown together each summer when Harry was forced to visit Louis’ grandfathers’ ranch in Black Hills, South Dakota. With each passing year, their friendship blossomed into something more. When trail rides turned to stolen kisses, and tragedies turned to confessions until they could no longer deny the inevitable draw they felt for one another. Though life and their future plans soon set them on different paths. Ten years later, Louis is the proud owner of Halfway Home Wildlife Refuge. Harry returns to the ranch to escape the perils of his past in London, and though their memories still haunt Louis, he won’t let that deter him from his goals. However, someone has been keeping a close eye on the refuge, and possibly Louis specifically, and Harry’s return may have unleashed more than just old passions. There’s a hunter lurking in the Hills, someone who’s decided they’ve bided their time long enough.
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@hprecfest Day 2 - A Comfort fic
Regretfully Yours by @maria-de-salinas
Severus/ Petunia. Explicit.
The unexpectedly tender and intimate romance between Severus and Petunia - post the events of First War- tops this list. Maria has a way of writing care, intimacy with such loving attention to detail, it blows me away in all of her work. This also has a sequel!
Summary:
1981 was not Petunia's year. The day before New Year's Eve, determined to make a fresh start of it, she straps Harry and Dudley into the car and flees north--only to hit into the biggest snowstorm she's ever seen in her life. Grief-stricken and dazed by his pivot from Death Eater to teacher, Severus Snape spends his holiday far from everyone, wandering aimlessly through the snow. The last thing either of them wanted was their paths to collide, but when Petunia gets stuck in the snow, they'll get stuck with each other.
2. Not bright or noble, but almost sublime by @yletylyf
Severus/Sirius raising Harry. Explicit.
I remember talking to Lety when we connected in Snirius fandom: "Where are the fluffy fics? Where are the raising Harry fics?" Of course, Snirius fandom as a whole is interested in the tension and delicious angst of Sirius and Severus together, often veering to darker territories - so it was a relief when Lety started writing this! A very fun Snirius raising Harry story.
Summary:
On that fateful Halloween night in Godric's Hollow, Severus Snape and Sirius Black unite in a common cause: find the Secret-Keeper who betrayed their best friend. Or: A temporary truce turns into something much more.
3. The Dog and Deer Detective Agency by @artemisia-black
Sirius/OFC.
If you ever wanted to see Sirius Black in a noir-esque mystery, this is your fic. Not only is Artemisia good at building the luxuriant atmosphere for the foreboding story, this is a good exploration of Sirius in an alternate universe without threat of Voldemort. He is a freer version of the man you might see in canon, but still has that family baggage. There is also tons of baby Harry and Sirius cuteness (yes, that is my catnip- Harry and Sirius are my favourite dynamic in canon)
Summary:
Set in an AU where Voldemort is never born. James and Sirius are both the best of friends and brilliant wizards, and not wanting to be tied down to a 9-to-5, they founded a detective agency. A year in, they have had a steady business from scorned spouses until one day a woman arrives and draws them into a sinister plot in the Scottish Highlands.
sore subject by @incalculablepower
Lavendar Brown/Parvati Patil & Demelza Robbins/Parvati Patil
No one gets the romantic comedy #vibe of Half Blood Prince quite like Incalculable Power. This fic is special among her work because she captures an experience lot of queer women go through - an intense codependent friendship that is just waiting to edge into romance.
Summary:
The High Priestess, reversed. Trust your intuition. Your true self is waiting; she refuses to be contained for much longer.
Orchards by @whinlatter
Harry/Ginny.
Whinlatter dropped into the fandom with a 17k fic written about the summer Harry and Ginny fell in love, and it was utterly beautiful tribute to first loves, Harry, Ginny and also, the third character: the orchard. Even when the fic weaved in the grief Harry is still dealing with and references the war years, it is infused with hope for the future.
Summary:
The orchard is a wild, thousand-flower, crumpled-gate, fall-down-fence sort of place, where things grow that you’ve never asked for, that you’d never expect. The summer of ’96, the story of something flowery he thought he might have smelled at the Burrow.
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your last promptober blurb was so sweet! i loved it so much!
what evil are you about to drop on us? im suspicious
LMAO?????? Is this how I'm perceived now? I'm so glad you liked it 🥹
and evil? idk about that... 😏
How about a portion of the un-edited part 3 to "guess ill take this pain instead of your name" that I never posted?
Happy Halloween babies. Beware of what lies ahead.
He feels pretty blindsided to be honest. They’d talked about having kids before, laughed over who they’d look like then agreeing their poor children would end up with his curly hair, surely. He’d talked about moving and she’d agreed, being closer to his mum and their family made more sense.
Looking back on all these moments though, he sees them in a different light. The way her eyes darted away from his when he talked about trying. How Brittany kept filling her schedule, show after show, interviews and talk show appearances. The noncommittal answer she’d given him when he’d asked about what names they should call their inevitable child.
He never anticipated her telling him that she decided, without him, that she didn’t want to have children.
Then the conversation evolved and he doesn’t know how it happened, but all of sudden they weren’t together anymore. It’s only when he’s alone in the spare room, in the bed that’s too big and cold without her does he realise that he’s completely unmoored. His future isn’t clear anymore.
He cries himself to sleep.
Dinner with their friends is brutal. Charli takes Brittany outside so that she doesn’t see him break down at the table, sobbing into his hands as George holds him tighter than he ever has before. He doesn’t know what to do. Doesn’t know how to change her mind and make her come back. He tries to convince himself that he doesn’t want children either, just to keep her a little bit longer.
It doesn’t work. He wants more of her, a miniature version running around with his accent and a laugh larger than life.
He doesn’t know what he was thinking when he offers to help her pack when she tells him that she’s going to move to the States. It’s the worst torture he’s ever put himself through, wrapping up all their memories and her into cardboard boxes. He cries every second that he has to do it, carefully separating her vinyls from his and bubble wrapping a plant pot that once housed a plant so close to death that he’s honestly jealous of it now.
He's not a nosy guy, he never felt the need to snoop through her things, but she’s not there right now and all of her belongings are, so sue him. He wants to find a sign. Something that tells him that she doesn’t mean it, that she’s coming back and this was only temporary.
He pulls open every drawer, rummages through every empty shoebox in the walk in wardrobe and reads through her journals of incoherent lyrics. There’s a tatty page that slips from one of the books as he pulls it off the shelf and his heart breaks in two all over again.
“Matty’s song” is scrawled at the top along with a date in August 2024.
She’s only ever played it for him once. It was never recorded and he’s had to resort to watching fan videos from the crowd to hear it. He loved that it was just for him, but in this moment, he hates her for it. For taking yet another thing from him that she said he could have.
He steals the page, slipping it between one of his leather bound journals instead. Then he calls a removalist company and gets them to pack up the rest. When he cries over a pair of white Converse sneakers being put into a box, he hides at George’s until they’re done.
“I don’t understand,” his mum commiserates with him. “I thought you had spoken about this?”
“We had. She changed her mind.”
“Oh, Matty.”
Brittany returns home.
No.
Not her home.
It’s his house now. She’s bought an apartment in New York.
That had been something they’d spoken about too. Buying something small for them to share so they didn’t always have to stay in hotels. A little home away from their home in London. They’d talked about maybe buying something with a private balcony so he could smoke and more here.
She spends her last weekend packing up the last bits and pieces around the house that he (the movers) missed and saying goodbye to her friends in the city. Mayhem follows her around like a bad smell and if she asks him for the dog, he doesn’t know if he’s strong enough to say no.
Then he gets mad when she doesn’t. She treated that dog better than him some nights, always coming home with toys or buying him his own treat at cafes when they’d go out for coffee. It’s the first time since their separation that he feels anything but despair and of course it strikes when it’s the last time he’ll see her again for the foreseeable future.
Her last day (morning, really. Her flight is just after lunch time) he makes her regular mug of tea without really thinking about it. It’s an unconscious habit after all these years and he hopes she can’t taste his tears within the brew when he puts it on the bedside table for her. Mayhem’s ears perk up from his spot on the end of the bed, by her feet.
Brittany is still asleep, her hair a mess, and her face squished into the pillows. He hasn’t really come into the main bedroom since they split, it already smells different with the lack of her belongings. He can’t stand it.
The house sounds different as he putters around. His footsteps echo more and it feels colder. Everywhere he looks there’s a reminder of what his life is about to become. Empty and void of Brittany Jackson.
He can’t watch her say goodbye to the dogs, instead sitting in the car and wishing time would stop. If he could just have a few extra moments with her, an extra few seconds, then maybe he could turn this around and she’d stay.
The door leading into the house opens and he’d expected her eyes to be red, but they remain dry. The same cannot be said for his own. She jumps into the passenger seat with a small smile and he starts the engine.
Cracks form in the pieces of his broken heart with every change of the station on the radio. He’d offer to plug his phone in, but he doesn’t want to have a record of the last song that ever played with Brittany Jackson in his car. (Not that it matters, he’ll have committed it to memory anyway.)
When they pull up into the 2 minute drop off bay, he doesn’t know who leans in first, but their lips press against one another and this is his last hail Mary. His last chance at convincing her to be his. He doesn’t have the words so he hopes that his mouth and his tongue can do all the talking for him. Her hands brush through his hair and he holds onto her jaw like she’ll fade away from him.
(She is.)
A car horn breaks through their moment and they climb out of the car, moving to the boot for her suitcase. Her hand brushes his as she grabs for the handle. She thanks him for driving her, treating him like a glorified Uber driver before she turns and goes inside the terminal.
She doesn’t even turn back around.
And that’s it.
Brittany Jackson is gone.
He doesn’t really remember the drive home or parking the car in the garage. He doesn’t remember being so distraught that he vomits in the hallway, doesn’t remember calling George or sobbing violently down the phone. All he can think about is Brittany walking away from him and how its pattern he never got her to break.
To be probably not continued...
(unless you ask very hard for it lmao) (i am holding part 3 for ransom like the worst kind of fic writer, but this is me just longingly looking for connection with you guys hahaha) ("she was looking kind of dumb with a finger and a thumb in a shape of a L on her forehead" was actually written about me.)
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Recommended Misc Fics of January 2023💖
hello, hello! here are my recs for ateez & seventeen for january! hopefully these beautiful stories get more recognition as well as the writers 💝
** anything in parentheses and bolded are my thoughts that can be disregarded if needed **
🔞smut || 💔angst || 💕fluff || ✅completed || 🔄ongoing || 💯favorite
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HYBRID AU
19.55 || @songmingisthighs​​💕✅
↳ san. what is san ? san's a cat. but san's not just a cat. san's an adorable cat
MAFIA AU
4.11 || @songmingisthighs​​💕 ✅
↳ you thought he didn't care, he was sure he doesn't, he had said it so himself to you. that was, until he almost lost the chance of being able to care for you.
OTHER AU
She Loves Me, He Loves Me Not || @thelargefrye​​💔✅💯
↳ an argument breaks out between you and yunho which results in yunho saying somethings he shouldn’t have. now you begin to question your place in the relationship.
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EXES TO LOVERS AU
Heart & Seoul || @milfgyuu​🔞💕💔✅💯
↳ Your first love hit hard & fast but it was all swept away in the blink of an eye when your boyfriend is sent away to a Korean University after your high school graduation. Seven years later, work lands you in the heart of Seoul & never in your wildest dreams did you imagine running into the one person who’d left with your heart years ago. (literally will go back and read this. like i cant. prob 1/3 of my fav fic series that i have read so far)
OTHER AU
Between Heaven + Hell || @yoongimingyu​ 🔞💕✅💯💯💯
↳ Two of your hot friends get very into their halloween costumes. But when they said they were going to be an angel and a devil, this is not what you expected. 
KIDULT || @hvae​ 💕💔✅💯
↳ Two of your hot friends get very into their halloween costumes. But when they said they were going to be an angel and a devil, this is not what you expected. (was this one of the fic findings that i did? yes, yes it was. did i read this at work? yes, yes i did. did i cry at work because of this? YES, YES I SURE DAM DID BECAUSE AH. also who doesnt love children versions of idols. just imagine the faces they got now, but on tiny little bodies. like you know that snapchat filter where it literally baby-fied your face? yea imagine that filter on them but on tiny little bodies.)
Push It Down (Sooner or Later It All Comes Out) || @dontflailmenow​🔞💕✅💯💯💯
↳ thirsting over your ex’s best friend in general is a bad idea. given that you and seungcheol have never gotten along, it’s even worse. when you accidentally stumble across his stream, though, and he finds out? all bets are off. (listen, james can go choke BUT CHEOL CAN CHOKE ME ANY DAY. 2/3 of my fav fic series that i have read so far)
Reckless Driver || @hengqarae​ 🔞💕💔✅
↳ you hate racing and you don't date racers. kim mingyu loves racing, and he finds out that he loves you, too, from the moment that he first lays eyes on you.
Terrifyingly Innocent || @twogyuu​🔞💕✅💯💯💯
↳ Fearful of losing her, yet unwilling to leave; this agreement between Seungcheol and his best friend’s little sister was meant to be casual and temporary, yet he finds himself growing more attached to her day by day. (jihoon may be small but that man can probably pack a punch. gotta love me some fake dating cheol though. 3/3 of my fav fic series that i have read so far)
The Only Exception || @wonusite​🔞💕✅
↳ Your university’s star football player doesn’t understand why you don’t want anything to do with him. Several humiliating rejections later, Mingyu is more determined than ever to change your mind about him. Chaos and confusing feelings ensue.
Virgin Killer || @wonusite​ 🔞✅
↳ You can’t stand the clear line the cute nerd in your calculus class always draws between you two. However, you’re determined to show him that there’s a fine line between love and hate. And if you happen to get him to cross that line, even better.
SOCIAL MEDIA AU
I Like You || @taeyegu​💕💔✅
↳ “i like you so much, i want to give you my everything, only for you…”
You Were Beautiful || @viastro​ 💕💔✅
↳ a modernized cinderella au. in which you and joshua meet through your love for boba popsicles, but end up living out your very own complicated, mess filled, cinderella story.
Do check out all of the other Group Fics that i have reblogged as well!!
** if there is any fics that you guys would like to recommend, please do! i am slowly running out of fics to read **
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Mature Rated Fics Masterlist (22)
Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10 / Part 11 / Part 12 / Part 13 / Part 14 / Part 15 / Part 16 / Part 17 / Part 18 / Part 19 / Part 20 / Part 21 /
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Little Deer, Little Sun, Little Coincidence-orphan_account (ao3) Summary: Katniss is less than enthused when Prim all but forces her to spend the evening at the fair with Johanna instead of with the twins, especially when Johanna's friend-of-a-friend joins them under the Ferris wheel. That is, until she recognizes this friend-of-a-friend: Peeta Mellark, the personable boy who went away to some fancy, big-city college six years ago. Obviously there's some catching-up to do, and more than can be done on a Ferris wheel, too, but being a single mother for nearly five years has left her a bit rusty in the flirtation department.
Miles Cross-Mejhiren (ao3) Summary: ‘And they that wad their true-love win / At Miles Cross they maun bide.’ Katniss holds Peeta through a critical episode, paralleling Janet in the old Scottish ballad of Tam Lin (often told as a fairy tale in prose form). “Miles Cross” is the crossroads where Janet pulled her lover from his horse and, by holding him through his many frightening transformations, won him from the fairies. Canon oneshot, post-MJ; written for the THG Fairy Tale Fic Challenge.
Rebound Girl-Diana_Flynn (ao3) Summary: Katniss Everdeen only goes for only one type of man. It doesn’t matter how tall he is, the color of his hair, or even his personality. What she wants is the man fresh out of a relationship. She likes being that temporary girl the guy uses to lick the wounds of his bruised heart. Too bad Peeta Mellark changes everything for her.
Refuel, Restore, Realign-JennaGill (ao3) Summary: Peeta and Katniss take a chance they missed in high school, changing life paths and testing family loyalties. “No son, it’s a family business. And blue means loyalty, family loyalty. It means obligation. It means duty. Values we Everdeens and Hawthornes hold high.” Mr. Everdeen takes a deep breath and looks me over once more. “I can see from your expression that you’re not following me son, forget the damn sign. It means my daughter will not date you. Katniss’ path is not with you.”
The Dreadful Beauty-Diana_Flynn (ao3) Summary: She watches him, the beautiful blonde boy who has become a fixture at the bar/brothel she buses tables at. He just sits there and waits, and she wishes she knew what gave him that chip on his shoulder. Mutt is her name, and no one cares to remember what her real one is, or even notice her. She doesn’t care either, as long as she makes ends meet . But her life will change when that boy with so much to hide notices her. Everlark Fanfiction Inspired by East of Eden. Takes place in World War I Era, Monterey CA.
The Mockingjay and the Mutt-Abagail_Snow (ao3) Summary: While taming a hijacked Peeta in District Thirteen, Katniss comes to understand a side of him that she had never allowed herself to see. Loosely based on Beauty and the Beast.
The Need for Speed-Peetabreadgirl (ao3) Summary: Race car driver, Peeta Mellark, is chasing his first racing title, but along the bumpy road he ends up lost, stuck in Panem Springs where he meets an enchanting, silver-eyed trophy of a different kind.
The Unexpected Message-Diana_Flynn (ao3) Summary: Years after the war has ended Katniss has a fight with Peeta, but she finds an a gift that changes her perspective.
This is Halloween-bubblegum1425 (ao3) Summary: Katniss Everdeen has been in love with her best friend, Peeta Mellark, for nearly as long as she'd known him. They'd grown together, carrying on their yearly Halloween tradition of watching The Nightmare Before Christmas and other scary movies, but this year was going to be different. This year, Katniss is finally going to use their time together to tell Peeta how she feels…if he doesn't ruin her plans first. College Everlark. Modern AU
We will call this place our home-JLaLa (ao3) Summary: “She closed her eyes, trying to hold in the disappointing sting of being duped. This man was indeed Peeta Mellark, her husband.” An arranged married in three parts. Everlark.
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#061 - The Best News of Last Week - October 31, 2022
🎃 — Happy Halloween! Let’s read some good news to start the week!
1. A New Climate Reality Is Coming Into View — in just 5 years humanity has cut expected warming almost in half
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Nice to see balance coming in on this stuff. The situation is *not good*, but the reporting and social focus until now has been “…and therefore you are doomed.” This causes apathy, just like when people say “all politicians are the same” when they are very clearly not.
We need to focus both on how bad things are, but also the solutions for how we get through this. They exist, and we can have them. It’s going to be a life-long fight, especially once you realize that certain people make a lot more money if you think you’re doomed.
2. Germany plans to legalise recreational cannabis
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Germany’s coalition government has agreed on a plan to legalise recreational cannabis use among adults.
Possession of up to 30g (1oz) for personal use would be allowed. Licensed shops and pharmacies would sell it.
3. Hundreds of rare birds rescued from island cut off by Hurricane Ian
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Volunteers helped transport the flock from a bird sanctuary to a temporary new home, where they’ll stay until bridge access can be restored to Pine Island.
The birds have been relying on food donated by wildlife officials since Hurricane Ian hit, but the supply of fruit, peanuts and other edibles would soon be hard to come by because of the downed bridge and the scarcity of gasoline on the island. In the hours before the storm, the sanctuary owners herded their flock of birds and packed them into their home to shield them from the ferocity of the elements.
4. A train passenger saw a woman waving for help. It was a hiker who’d been missing.
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An injured hiker near Silverton, Colo., was rescued earlier this month after a train passenger spotted her from the window. She was frantically waving on the other side of a river, having just spent two days trapped in the wilderness with a broken leg.
The rider alerted the crew of the Durango & Silverton Narrow Gauge diesel engine №461, according to the San Juan County Office of Emergency Management. They then notified the train inspector, Delton Henry, who was in a motor car behind them.
5. Same-sex marriage is now legal in all of Mexico’s states
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Lawmakers in the state of Tamaulipas voted Wednesday night to legalize same-sex marriages, becoming the last of Mexico’s 32 states to authorize such unions.
The measure to amend the state’s Civil Code passed with 23 votes in favor, 12 against and two abstentions, setting off cheers of “Yes, we can!” from supporters of the change.
6. North Expedition finds cache of cameras on remote Yukon glacier, 85 years after mountaineer left them behind
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A DeVry “lunchbox” camera left behind on Mount Lucania in 1937. An expedition team recently uncovered the camera along with other artifacts stashed by legendary mountaineer Bradford Washburn 85 years ago
The team recovered a portion of Washburn’s cherished aerial F-8 camera — a format he would later become known for worldwide — as well as two motion picture cameras and old climbing gear, tents and cooking items. (That included part of a T-bone steak, Post noted — “They were eating pretty well out there, it appeared.”)
“It was just the full array of gear from what they were using in the 1930s,” said Post, a professional skier and mountain explorer.
7. Ray of joy: Nasa captures image of the sun ‘smiling’
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Tagged by @chronicallyhomoerotic (thanks!)
Sharing 15 facts about myself & tagging 10 people to do the same:
1. I can sing pretty damn well. People often ask why I don’t sing for a living. Because I like food and shelter. That’s why. My vocal range goes from Tenor to 1st Soprano. My favorite language to sing in is Zulu.
2. I memorized the last paragraph of Patrick Henry’s Give Me Liberty speech in 5th grade and it helped me pass every American Revolution History test I ever took afterward because every teacher asked the same essay question from then through high school. Quoting the paragraph takes up at least half of the designated space they provide. Every teacher failed to realize I didn’t say anything original and praised it as the best essay. If you’re still in school and reading this, there’s your 1 cheat code to US History.
3. No one can decide if my eyes are blue, green, or gray. It’s all of them. My clothes and the lighting and the room will change it, but it’s all of them.
4. I have 3 cats. Their names are Cranberry (black cat) Sapphire (grey cat) and Wind (white cat).
5. I graduated high school in 2 years instead of 4. 1 grade per semester.
6. I started college at 15 years old. This was before I’d graduated high school.
7. I can knit, but I use looms instead of needles. I can make scarves, hats, and blankets and refuse to learn to make anything else.
8. I discovered last week that I’m an inch taller than I thought I was.
9. All my parental instincts went into caring for cats, and if I see a human child under the age of 5 I have no idea what to do with it. Please don’t hand me a baby.
10. I’m the youngest child. In my immediate family, of my extended family (until my cousins started reproducing when I was like 13) and of the group of children I was raised with because my mom’s best friend’s kids were all older than me too. I wore a lot of hand me downs.
11. I have 3 tattoos and want more. 2 of them are The Amazing Devil inspired.
12. I’m goth.
13. My friend made me a zombie head Halloween decoration that I never put away. His name is Jeffrey.
14. I’m popular and I don’t know how that happened or how to make it stop.
15. My favorite activities are breathing, sleeping, and eating. In that order.
(It looked like there were actual questions to answer but I decided to go off the rails. Have fun.)
@everything-but-the-not-natural @toi-monogatari @0dde11eth @evilbubu @coffins-and-marbles @ilikebigants @this-here-is-not-singing @thequeeninyellowlace @fandom-junk-drawer @temporary-temporal-temper
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The Love Interest | Ethan Landry x female!Reader
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Chapter 3: 3 Missed Calls (~3.5k words for this chapter, ~10k overall)
Scream 6 re-imagined as the love interest of Ethan Landry! I included many scream 6 scenes (especially towards the end) so major spoiler warnings!!! This will be a longer, multi-chapter series I intend to write (WITH SMUT!) until the end of the movie plus a little epilogue. Be prepared for some angst and drama, I promise it ends nice!
(PS new Eddie request friends to lovers coming tomorrow! <3)
The entire fic is here on AO3!
This fic only contains characters that are 18+, and contains explicit content so please only interact if 18+!
Keep Reading for this chapter, I have decided Chapter 4 and on will be exclusively on AO3 (I'll post when I update!) since it contains explicit content and (semi)violence!
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As your eyes take in the relatively small apartment you feel a weight lifted, finally back into your comfort zone. Except with one big change, there’s a guy there. A guy with shaggy curls and a suit of cardboard. A guy who played your heart strings like an instrument, perhaps unintentionally.
“Make yourself at home,” you say walking towards the bathroom “I’m going to finally take this wig off.”
You move to your dresser first, remembering you had to change in the bathroom. For a moment deciding what pyjamas to wear was actually important, rather than getting to just haul on whatever.
“I like it- your room,” he looks around at the various posters.
You decide with the oversized Halloween t-shirt and dolphin shorts. Safe enough.
You glance over at him, following his eyes to the pulp fiction one “that one’s mine, if you couldn’t tell.”
Anika had artsy models on her side, plastered beautifully with pictures of pastel beaches in paradise. It was a pretty sharp contrast against your movie posters. You liked the way they blended together though, the same way your different personalities clicked in a way.
Your dorm room was pretty small. Intended for temporary rooming during schooling, it was a large room with two beds and two desks. No kitchen, the entire floor shared one, you and Anika just had a mini fridge filled mostly with booze. The one bathroom was large enough though, something you couldn’t say about your crowded closet.
“Any spot on the floor is yours, sorry I wish I had a couch to offer,” you smile weakly and he returns the sentiment.
“Thank you,” his were eyes soft and warm when they met yours, making your cheeks bright pink.
Entering the bathroom you let out a deep breath as you close the door behind you. You take your wig off carefully, digging the bobby pins out of your wig cap letting your hair fall naturally against your shoulders. You run your fingers through your hair, massaging your scalp, thankful to finally relax.
You brush your teeth and wash your face, removing every trace of make up you could. Quickly you tidied up some of the sewing supplies left on the counter for your last minute costume adjustments, hiding the scissors, fabric and thread in the cabinet under the sink. The last thing you wanted was to come off as a total slob. You catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror as you tidy, noting how tired you looked, and how much you needed a well deserved sleep. Skipping class tomorrow was more tempting than ever, but if Tara and Sam were going you figured you should too.
You were nervous to let Ethan see you this way, sloppy without makeup and in pyjamas, but your other alternatives were to sleep in a bra, or stay hidden behind the bathroom door. So as quietly as you could, you opened the door, a bundle of clothes in your arms.
Ethan glanced over hearing the door open, his voice was almost a whisper as he was on the phone talking. But you were more taken aback by his removal of armour, in a pile by the door, he was left with his black long sleeved tee which seemed to frame his body perfectly.
“Yeah, I will,” He murmured into the phone.
You dumped your clothes into your laundry bin doing your best to avoid looking his way and act natural. He was looking up at you, sat on the floor up against the foot of your bed. His eyes seemed to sparkle as he traced your body, lips slightly parted showing a hint of his white teeth. Clearly not paying as much attention as he should to the phone call.
“I’ll talk to you later, dad.” He brought his phone from ear, hitting the end call button.
“My parents saw the news,” he explained, “apparently it’s everywhere.”
“I’m not surprised” you say, moving to your bed.
He averts his eyes as you walk by, sitting on the bed behind him. The old mattress creaked as it sunk down beneath your weight, the only noise in the quiet dorm room. Anikas bed looked at you from the other side of the room, unmade with soft plush blankets. For some reason, it gave you an odd feeling.
You leaned back against the wall, the coldness of it was comforting like flipping the pillow over during a warm night. You looked down at Ethan pulling your knees to your chest and you realise he’s wearing blue jeans to sleep in.
“I’m sorry, those must not be very comfortable to sleep in. We should’ve stopped by your place before coming here” guilt and regret rises in your chest.
He looked up at you with large brown eyes before looking back down, one leg was bent at the knee and the other stretched out straight across the floor, “I don’t mind.”
You took a pillow directly from your bed, handing it down to him “well, the pillows comfortable at least. I promise I frequently wash the pillowcases.”
He grabbed it from you gratefully, laying it at his side. It seemed you were both pretty wide awake despite knowing you well needed your rest. After the call with Anika at the theatre, you desperately wanted to sleep. Now being here in your bed, soft bed sheets against your bare legs, you couldn’t find it in you.
“You probably wash them more than Chad does,” he looked at you running his hand through his hair “not me, laundry day strictly every Wednesday.”
You roll your eyes at him, “how do you feel about some music?”
“Never a bad time for music.”
You put your phone on charge, offering a spare charger for him that he gladly accepts. For some reason, despite the tension in the air, it felt pretty normal just being here with him. You opened up a softer, calm bedtime playlist hoping it would coax you to sleep.
“Mind if I go to the bathroom?”
His voice and question surprised you. Being in this room together tonight for a minimum of 8 hours of course he would be permitted to use the bathroom. It was expected. Though considering it more, it was insanely characteristic of him to ask. He was shy, nervous, and kind. He didn’t want to have any missteps or mistakes, and did his best to be polite. Guys before him that you dated always just took, frequently without asking or considering how you felt. You let out a smile you couldn’t hold back.
“Of course. Careful you don’t get lost, it’s a pretty big apartment.”
He chuckles at your response, a sweet hearty sound as you caught him off guard with the quip.
Your grip on your legs tighten as you watch him walk across the room, somehow more confident and overall comfortable. Perhaps for this moment at least, you were more nervous than him.
You run your fingers along your legs, comforting yourself for the busy night you’ve been through. Murder, attacks, Halloween costumes, movies and a guy in your room. You try to relax as the music hums in your ears, washing over your body like waves.
You realise you should take the moment to call Anika again, given the momentary privacy. Tapping her contact, a bright picture of both of you with her throwing a peace sign, the phone rings and rings until her voice booms “Can’t come to the phone right now, leave a message after the beep!”
You roll your eyes doing as she said. The door to the bathroom opens as you’re typing vigorously, nails tapping against your phone screen, making him raise an eyebrow.
“Who's getting their ass handed to them now?” He asked, sitting back down at the foot of your bed.
“Anika,” you reply, “not texting back. She’s probably with Mindy, I shouldn’t be so worried.”
“I think you have a pretty good reason to be worried, considering everything that happened tonight.”
You knew he was right but still you didn’t want to be mad at Anika. She was really great as far as roommates went, despite just meeting her this semester. She was determined that, as roommates, you were to be best friends. So that's what you were slowly becoming. Albeit not there yet.
You let out a yawn, slowly starting to feel the sleepiness hit as thoughts tangle in your head, “it’s kinda crazy isn’t it?” You murmur looking at your Ghostface poster on the wall.
“Everything? On top of trying to get my Econ homework done?” He joked as he tilted his head back, resting it against the bed to look up at you.
You stretch your body out, laying your stomach down on the bed. You thought it was a good idea until you realise your head is a mere foot or two away from his. Suddenly everything mattered and made you nervous, the way you smelled, if your breath stank, if your hair looked too oily, if the wrinkles and blemishes on your face were too noticeable. Before your heart rate could raise any further, Ethan did the thing he inadvertently became so good at tonight; popping the cloud bubble of your nervous thoughts.
This time all he had to do was turn his head, neck muscles stretched, light brown hair cushioned against the mattress. His dark lashes framed his curious eyes, he looked at you as if he was trying to memorize every detail, every feature of your face. You were frozen there, temple pressed into the blankets looking at your reflection in his eyes. Your previous conversation was long forgotten.
“Thank you for watching the movie with me tonight,” your voice was quieter now as you were close, “it sucked, really, but you made it bearable.”
He smiled showing his white teeth, “you too. I had fun.”
“Maybe they’ll make another one we can go to and make fun of,” his thick eyebrows raised, making it a question.
You roll your tongue over your upper lip before speaking, eyes caught in his like an animal in a trap.
Yet you didn’t want to be set free, “I’d like that.”
You weren’t sure if it was the smooth, slow beats bringing you closer, the desire to forget all of the bad things happening around you, or the heat growing in your chest but his brown eyes were looking down at your lips as you moved toward him. You felt his breath against your cupids bow, hovering there to savour the feeling for just a moment, perhaps only an inch away. You move a hand to his face, brushing finger tips against prickled skin he let his phantom mask fall beneath your touch.
Your eyes closed as your lips met his, soft and sweet against you, electrifying. It was the first time you felt connected tonight, having only seen mere glimpses of the real him. There was a cold edge about him, something that sent shivers down your spine. But the taste of his lips was so intoxicating it overpowered the cold, warming you both. Your lips part as you go back for one more kiss, this time more confident from you both. The fire inside you burned for more but you pulled away before it could consume you.
His expression moves from a mixture of awe and shock to contentment. His eyes darted between yours, his breath was shaky as he spoke “you are so beautiful.”
You blush then, waving him off “I don’t know about that. But I would like to catch another movie.”
“Me too,” the look in his eyes showed a desire and loyalty of someone who would follow you anywhere. Having shown him a kind, gentle love that had perhaps been withheld or he had been deprived of in some way. Then and there you knew it was a two way spell, a dangerous one you had to peel yourself away from.
You sat up, grabbing a spare blanket directly off of your bed and handing it to him, “here, my knight. A token of my gratitude for escorting me back to the castle safely.”
He chuckled, brushing a thumb against his lips before taking it. You couldn’t help but notice how his expression had changed dramatically, from guarded and stoic to something softer. He stood stretching his legs and you couldn’t help but watch him as he set up his makeshift bed next to Anikas, respectfully leaving you plenty of space if you needed it.
You pull your eyes away before he could tell you were looking, snuggling under the covers of your bed. Somehow the little bed felt lonely and cold, more than it did the night before.
The quiet buzz on the wooden nightstand catches your attention and you move to check your phone. As you lean over the nightstand you didn’t intend to read his notifications but before you could stop your brain registers the names; a random number and Dad, 5 missed texts from both. Overprotective family, noted.
"Sleep well," his voice was a shy murmur.
"You too," you smile.
You lean back into your bed and it took all of your effort to not watch the way his muscles flexed as he moved, most if not all outfits you had seen him wear before had been so modest or layered you could never tell what he looked like beneath. Leaning your head back against your pillow you pulled your bed sheets up to your chest. The music hums a quiet lullaby and although merely a couple hours or so ago you thought this would be awkward it was nice. Peaceful. That was until your dreams had started.
The cloaked black figure pounded on your room door, eerily dark. Looking over the bed, Ethan wasn’t there. Never had been, the pile of cardboard armour vanished and your extra pillow and blanket lay beside you. Somehow the door had opened on its own in the time it took to take in your surroundings. The darkness in the doorway formed into shape; a cloaked figure clad in a white ghost mask, exactly the one from Stab except it was worn and broken, as if it had aged. You were stuck to the bed, by some immovable force paralyzing you there. You tried to scream but you couldn't. It was as if your mouth was wired shut. Step by step, it moved toward you. It was as if it glided along, the only giveaway that it wasn’t a real phantom was the black boots.
It continued closer and closer, and you realised you were in a trance and couldn’t look away. Fear fills your body and you wish you could move, scream, anything. It moved to the side of the bed, tilting its head at you. He brought one finger to his mask as if to shush you, bringing one hand to your face, cupping it gently. Tears streamed down your eyes, black gloved hand wiping the tear away with its thumb. The other hand came around holding a sharp, silver knife. His tear soaked glove held over your lips as he brought the knife around, thrusting toward the muscles of your back- Just before the blade touched your skin your body jolted awake.
Your body was cold yet sweating, shivers running from head to toe. Your music was still playing, humming softly. As you sat up in bed, Ethan looked over at you quickly, panicked.
“Are you okay?” he whispers still hazy from waking. His arms propped his body up, head tilted toward you taking in the situation.
You nod, voice caught in the back of your throat. You glanced back to the doorway, the cardboard armour sat quietly unaware of your panic.
He stands, moving like a ghost, to the minifridge. It took some digging but he hauled out a water bottle for you. Your hands shook as you took the cold water in your hands, cupping it gratefully. You twist the water cap off, tilting it back and bringing it to your chapped lips.
Ethan sat there avoiding your gaze, afraid to move or speak, or perhaps just thinking silence might be best. His curls sprang in every direction as he sat on the bed next to you. His eyes were focused on something across the room, glancing at you periodically as if he was checking your vitals in a way, making sure you were still breathing, moving and drinking.
“Just a bad dream, sorry to bother you,” you whisper.
His eyes connect with yours and you resist the urge to glance away “don’t be sorry,” he murmurs “with everything happening I would be surprised if you didn’t.”
You wait a minute to speak, “I usually try not to burden anyone around me with these types of… issues.”
He waits a minute to speak, tapping his fingers against his knee as if debating with himself internally on if he should bring up the topic or not “a.. Couple years ago my brother died. The one who used to watch spider-man with me,” his voice was a ghost of a whisper.
“When… When he died it felt like the world stopped. My family… I didn’t want to accept it. My grief, any support… but it’s not a bad thing,” his eyes glossy with sadness.
You moved your hand underneath his, threading your fingers together, yours warm against his cold ones. You run your thumb against the back of his hand and are rewarded with a soft, sad smile.
You lean your head against his shoulder, a bold move that sends your heart fluttering, “well, you don’t have to suffer alone anymore.”
His torso stiffened beneath your touch, as if he was scared he would startle you and you would move away but you didn’t.
Minutes passed before you needed a bathroom trip, “I’ll be right back,” you whisper, stretching your legs as you stand. Your hands missed the feeling of comfort from his hand as you pulled away slowly.
You walk to the bathroom, shutting the door behind you. After washing your hands you notice a strand of thread poking off of your Halloween tee. Bending down to the cabinet you search through the sewing scraps in the brown woven basket you had stored away. After a few moments of digging, you can't find them though you were sure you saw them earlier… You tied it to sleepy brain and decided to trot back out into the room.
Instead of on your bed, or next to Anika’s, he moved his pillow and blanket on the floor directly next to your bed. He leaned back into the wall, fumbling with his hands nervously. When you stepped into the room, moonlight illuminated his curls from the window on the wall above him, a light in the darkness of night. He looked over to you with concern, watching every movement on your face to study your expression.
You trotted past him to sit in your bed, secretly wishing he was closer, sharing the comforter and mattress under the veil of darkness. Instead, you took what you could from the moment.
“Thank you…” you whisper, “for helping me with my, uh, nightmare.” You were still embarrassed to admit you accepted help.
“Thank you,” he looked down at his knees “for uh, staying with me.”
You chuckle a little, “I should be thanking you for that, taking you away from your own blankets and pyjamas.”
You slide your body underneath the bed sheets, burying your toes in the silky sheets.
“I’d rather be here,” he followed your lead, pulling the blanket up over his waist. “Besides, I don’t think Chad needs all these muscles even if he was alone” he smiled at you, flexing his arm, making a giggle escape your lips.
“Good night,” you whispered.
“Good night,” he said, you could hear a curl of a laugh in his words.
This time sleep came to you more easily, closing your eyes at the sight of the shaggy light brown hair. Your peace kept the nightmares at bay, sleeping soundlessly until the light peaked through your curtains shining on you, slowly waking you from your slumber. You’re reminded of the presence below you, laying on the floor huddled in blankets.
Peering over you notice him, head back against the pillow and eyes resting peacefully. The last thing you wanted to do today was go to class. How you wanted to just stay here in this moment forever in a peaceful bliss. You watched his chest rise and fall with every heavy breath, eyes closed in a face of sweet innocence unobstructed by the world. You hated to wake him or make him stir, lest this sweet moment be lost to the daylight.
His phone buzzed startling you, and you noticed 3 missed calls from his dad, 2 from the random number. Just as the movie ended the night before, the lights had to fade on, the world had to turn. The truth of the horrible world had to come to rise eventually.
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In true "Oh NO, there's only 361 days until next Halloween!" fashion, I'm already thinking of ways to outdo my trick-or-treat handouts for next year but I need some input
NOTE: these would be offered IN ADDITION to candy, not instead of
I'm thinking of stocking up on the top 2 or 3 things to have a variety available
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lesbyers · 2 years
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do you have any eddie munson headcanons?
i have a LOT ty for asking <3
-he definitely has adhd!! he stims a lot by playing w his hair and his rings, his adhd is also part of why he did so badly in school. often he was just unable to focus or would forget abt school work since it didn’t interest him.
-despite how bad his grades are he’s always been rlly good at creative writing ever since he was a kid. he was definitely the type to have grown up reading multiple books a week when he was younger. he’d always get marked down in english classes for going “off topic” in essays or exceeding the page limit.
-he kind of has a thing for preppy jock guys and he HATES it lmaoo. he likes to pretend he’s above them all and their superficial charm but rlly he’s just crushing on them.
-he’s very close with wayne, who is pretty much his dad at this point. when wayne found out eddie was gay he was accepting and had suspected it beforehand but it worried him that it could make his life more difficult. They don’t talk about it all that often but whenever it comes up eddie feels comforted by wayne’s support.
-eddie gets along with kids really well, not just at the highschool but in general. despite this he thinks that he’d be a shitty dad bc of his father but deep down he wants to have a kid some day, even if it feels unrealistic to him.
-his favorite holiday is Halloween, partly because of the dressing up and overall theatrics and horror but also because he loves handing out Halloween candy. every year since he was 14 and deemed too old to trick or treat he dresses up and stands by the door with a bowl and waits for the kids from across the trailer park to show up. he always compliments their costumes and asks them about it. over time he memorizes most of the local kids’ favourite candies and always gives them extra.
-eddie started dealing drugs when wayne got fired from his old job. he rememebred his dad doing it after getting laid off when he was a kid. it was supposed to be temporary until wayne got hired somewhere but once he started it was hard to stop. he feels a lot of guilt over it.
-him and nancy get along really well. they both admire each other a lot and have this unspoken respect between them. they’re both bookworms and annoy tf out of steve and robin by talking abt whatever they’re reading for ages. sometimes they’ll buy two copies of the same book for the other so they can read it at the same time and talk about it. nancy in particular really likes reading books with eddie, she and barb used to do that all the time.
-robin and eddie are also great friends, they have a very similar sense of humor and will commit to a bit for wayyyyyy too long. one time eddie joked that robin was his wife and they acted like an old married couple for almost a week. they also have the same taste in movies and tv shows and watch a lot of stuff together. robin is also eddie’s most successful case of trying to introduce everyone to metal. she likes some metallica and judas priest but not iron maiden.
-eddie’s love language is physical touch and so is steve’s which means that both of them are super annoying and not very subtle in front of any of their friends. steve in particular is surprisingly clingy and always has to be touching eddie if they’re in the same room. like there will be an entire couch for the two of them but they’ll be smushed in one corner by the arm rest.
-wayne isn’t naturally a very affectionate guy but since he was a kid eddie has been big on hugging him. it was something his dad never did but when wayne took him in after his dad got locked up without thinking he ran and clinged to him. wayne didn’t push him away, just stood there and let the kid hold onto him, awkwardly patting his back a bit. since then wayne has gotten used to it. eddie’s leaving the house? he hugs wayne goodbye. he’s awake when wayne comes back from work? eddie hugs him to say hello. eddie passes a test? he hugs him to congratulate him. it’s one of the things eddie loves the most about his uncle, he may be quiet and have this tough exterior but he’s always there for him, he always communicates in the way he knows eddie needs.
-eddie is really talented when it comes to guitar, often he’s able to figure out chords and notes by listening to a song a couple times and picks it up really quickly, he never took any actual guitar lessons, when he was younger wayne gave him an old acoustic guitar and showed him the very basics to give eddie something to do while he was at work. since then eddie has been playing almost everyday.
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coffeeteaandadhd · 5 months
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I'm fuming 🙃🫠
Yesterday we spent all day at the halloween farm. All. Freaking. Day.
We didn't get home until gone 7pm.
I was BURNT. OUT.
I was so fucking tired. I just wanted to chill for a while and then go to sleep.
So around 10:30 I'm laying down with my eyes closed, when I hear a 'click' and everything goes black. Like okay, the breaker has flipped. Whatever.
So I get up, and go flip it back.
The second I get back into bed, it flips again.
Like cool. Cool cool cool.okay.
So I go around and turn a bunch of switches off in case they're tripping it and go turn it back on.
When I tell you I didn't even get out of the kitchen before it flipped again.
By this point I'm fucking MAD. And I figure the leak in the bathroom has most likely frazzled the fucking lights again. So i go in to check and there's water fucking EVERYWHERE.
So I'm on the phone to the council. Who has a plumber call me. What the fuck is a plumber gonna do?? So the plumber gets the council to call me back. Who sends an emergency electrician out.
By the time he got here, it was midnight.
He took off the light and when I tell you water GUSHED from that light fitting. It was fucking ridiculous.
Thankfully he managed to cut off the supply to the bathroom and get our electric back on. But that's just a temporary thing. The water is Still fucking coming in.
So by the time I go to bed af 1am I am fucking tired. I'm hot and mad and hungry and I just wanna sleep. But then azriel wakes up, and gets in my bed.
Then at half 1, Aurora wakes up...this 1 year old child was awake ALL FUCKING DAY at that damn farm. ALL. DAY. she didn't nap once. She fell asleep on the way home for a grand total of about 2 hours.
It's now almost 4am and she's still fucking awake. Then at 3am Abel got up. Like what the actual fuck how are you not all passed tf out.
Auroras just laying here now.chatting absolute nonsense and it's triggering me. I just want to sleep. And I have to be up in 3 hours to take the boys to school.
Urghhhhhh.
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alwaysthesitter · 6 months
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Ugh, annoyingly having to go on somewhat of a temporary hiatus. I knew that picking up this haunt job was going to be a challenge on top of my other job, but it's something I've always wanted to do being a huge Halloween buff. The great thing is that my primary job allows me to make my own schedule so I have a lot of flexibility. What I didn't realize was that the scare actor job would take advantage of that. They just dropped my new schedule (which is already an issue in and of itself since we have work tomorrow) and I work every single night this week. Which is also a balancing act I have to talk to my manager about because even though I have flexibility, I do still have some therapy clients that like to meet with me after work. That doesn't give me a single night to cram in all my night clients since I have to be at the haunt at five. I've been doing sessions on weekends, but some of my clients don't want to waste their free days doing therapy and I can respect that.
But yes, it's going to impact my writing for a bit. I'm going to be immensely burnt out. It's going to be a lot of days where I work until midnight which means get home at 1 AM then have to wake up at 7 AM for my first Client shift at 8. Needless to say, that doesn't leave much time for writing. Plus I'm sure even if I do have a night off I'm going to be so exhausted that I'd prefer to just spend it sleeping. That being said, unfortunately, roleplay needs to be put last on my list. It makes me sad because the trip I just took gave me so much freaking muse that I'm spinning with it, but alas, adulting comes first you guys.
Please don't forget me. <3 And I promise I'm not ignoring anyone or disappearing forever.
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serenaew · 1 year
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Serena's Masterlist: Severitus
Last updated 28/12/2023
This includes works that are not explicitly Severitus, but Harry & Snape gen.
Overview
Meta:
Interview on the Fanfic Maverick Podcast, 2nd half
Series:
Forget Me Not Universe (WIP):
Ouroboros in Tribute (T, complete)
it is time (for it to be time) (M, WIP: 1/5)
Unforgiven, unforgotten (T, complete, only available on P&S for the time being )
Christmas in Limbo Universe:
Christmas in Limbo (M, WIP: 3/7)
As they meet (T, complete)
Pomelo universe:
A small step for a boy (G, complete)
One-Shots:
Portrait of a Swan (T, complete, only available on P&S)
Withered Flowers (T, complete)
The Curse of Halloween (T, complete)
Podfic and filk:
[Fic & Podfic] Surrender (M, complete)
[Fic & Podfic] Reconditioning (T, complete)
[Podfic] Quidditch and Quietude (G, complete)
[Podfic] Stolen Years Lost (G, complete)
[Podfic] Cinnamon Rolls (G, complete)
Loose poetry:
Late Reflections (T, complete)
Expand for more details on individual elements.
Details
Series:
Forget Me Not Universe:
In which Severus Snape finds out that Harry Potter, presumed dead, has been his son all along.
Inspired by lesyeuxverts' like poppy and memory.
Ouroboros in Tribute (T, complete)
Summary: Blood, I have learnt, is thicker than water. - The life of a fallen Prince, as remembered by the father he had never known. Additional Tags/Warnings: Poetry, Sonnets, Podfic, Severus Snape is Harry Potter's biological father, Grief/Mourning, Emotional Hurt No Comfort, Implied Character Death
it is time (for it to be time) (M, WIP: 1/5)
Summary: Severus Snape never expected to survive the war. But here he is, one year after the Dark Lord's final defeat - one year after Harry Potter's disappearance, presumed death. As the boy's Last Will and Testament is released, Severus finds himself facing the gravity of his actions, in the form of the secrets hidden inside a cherry-wood box, and scribbled across a leatherbound journal. Additional Tags/Warnings: Emotional Hurt no Comfort, Canon divergence, implied MCD, ritual magic, non-linear narrative, five stages of grief
Unforgiven, unforgotten (T, complete, only available on P&S)
Summary: He does not expect to be forgiven; he vows to never forget. Additional Tags/Warnings: Implied Character Death, Grief/Mourning, Emotional Hurt No Comfort
Christmas in Limbo Universe:
To put it in the words of my beta: What if Nagini, not Harry, got all the plot armour when she captured Harry in Godric's Hollow?
Christmas in Limbo (M, WIP: 3/7)
Summary: Christmas Eve 1997. All is not well. Harry Potter's successful capture by Nagini in Godric's Hollow prompts some divine intervention and leads to astonishing revelations. Additional Tags/Warnings: Canonical Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Torture, Temporary Character Death, Implied Dissociation, Canon Divergence - Book 7, Afterlife - sort of, Time Travel, Angst, Eventual Happy Ending, Lily meddles from beyond, Alternate Universe - A Christmas Carol Fusion
As they meet (T, complete)
Summary: Companion poem for Christmas in Limbo. Additional Tags/Warnings: Poetry
Pomelo universe:
A Severitus six-shot where pomelos make regular appearances.
A small step for a boy (G, complete)
Summary: After having been rescued from the Dursleys, Harry continues to struggle with eating; and Severus struggles with watching Harry struggle - until a pomelo comes along. Additional Tags/Warnings: Kidfic, domestic fluff with a sprinkle of angst, eating diorder, pomelo, hopeful ending
One-shots:
Portrait of a Swan (T, complete, only available on P&S)
Summary: Harry talks to Snape's Portrait after the events in Ugly Duckling. Additional Tags/Warnings: Referenced Character Death, Hurt/Comfort, Pre-epilogue, bittersweet inspired by Morgana's Ugly Duckling.
Withered Flowers (T, complete)
Summary: The meaning of flowers, past, present and future. In remembrance of Severus and Lily. Additional Tags/Warnings: Referenced Character Death, Classical Music, Songfic, Making Peace With Canon, Afterlife
The Curse of Halloween (T, complete)
Summary: Every Halloween was cursed with new nightmares. This year was no different. Additional Tags / Warnings: Halloween, Masquerade, bad memories, panic attack, hopeful ending
Podfic and filk:
[Fic & Podfic] Surrender (M, Severus & Harry, complete)
Summary: Harry ends his life within the Veil after losing Sirius, and Severus spends every day visiting, wondering if he should follow. Additional Tags/Warnings: Suicidal Idealation, Depression, Referenced Character Death, Bible Quotes
[Fic & Podfic] Reconditioning (T, pre-Severitus, complete)
Summary: Harry has gained an unexpected interest in potions, but that does not stop him from blowing cauldrons. To counter that, Harry throws himself headfirst in studying the theory. Ironically, he just keeps getting worse, and Harry can't figure out why. Umbridge is another obstacle, as is Professor Snape. Or is he? Additional Tags/Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence, Potions, Occlumency, Angst, Pre-Severitus
[Podfic] Quidditch and Quietude (G, complete)
Summary: Harry is looking for some peace and quiet after a rough quidditch match. He knows just where to go. Assume established severitus. 6th year-ish. Podfic of Quidditch and Quietude by Ttime42. Additional Tags/Warnings: Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Family Feels, Autumn
[Podfic] Stolen Years Lost (G, complete)
Summary: What could he say? Severus was gone, and now Harry would never see the light at the end of those tunnels again. Podfic of Stolen Years Lost by BinteMuhammad. Additional Tags/Warnings: Major Character Death, Post-Canon, Auror Harry Potter, Hurt/Comfort, Grief/Mourning
[Podfic] Cinnamon Rolls (G, complete)
Summary: Eileen takes Sev and Harry shopping at the market. Podfic of Cinnamon Rolls by WiCeBa. Additional Tags / Warnings: Family Dynamics, Referenced Child Abuse, Mostly fluff, some difficult memories
Loose poetry:
Late Reflections (T, complete)
Summary: All was said and done. Reflecting on what was, and what could have been. Additional Tags/Warnings: Poetry, Hurt no Comfort, Religious imagery and Symbolism
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thegayhimbo · 2 months
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Stranger Things Related Announcement:
This is for my mutuals (i.e. @stillhidden @skellybonesandtrees @spaghettificationandpretzels @pusheen1802 @lavandulaphoenix @harvlekinkey and anyone else who's followed my ST reviews):
1.) I am starting up my reviews again this week, beginning with "Tales from Hawkins" (which should arrive by either tomorrow or Thursday). I hope to have the review for it out by Saturday!
2.) I was originally going to wait until the full graphic novels for "Stranger Things x TMNT" and "The Voyage" came out, but considering that the former won't be released until April, and the latter doesn't have a release date yet, I will likely read both comics on Kindle and review both of them earlier than planned. This means my "Stranger Things x TMNT" review will be AFTER my "Tales from Hawkins" review. Issue #4 of "The Voyager" won't be out until February 28, 2024, so around that week is when I'll post my review for the whole comic.
3.) Even though this got put on temporary hold, I still plan to do recaps/observations of each episode. You can check out my first one for "The Vanishing of Will Byers" Part 1 and Part 2. My goal is to go through all 34 episodes before the end of the year.
4.) If you haven't yet, be sure to check out my other Stranger Things Reviews. Each of them contain observations from the show (and the comics), analysis of the story arcs and characters, and theories related to season 5 and how the show will end. Feel free to let me know what your theories are if you want to:
Stranger Things Reviews/Theories
Stranger Things Comics/Graphic Novels:
Stranger Things Six
Stranger Things Halloween Special
Stranger Things The Other Side
Stranger Things Zombie Boys
Stranger Things The Bully
Stranger Things Winter Special
Stranger Things Tomb of Ybwen
Stranger Things Into The Fire
Stranger Things Science Camp
Stranger Things “The Game Master” and “Erica’s Quest”
Stranger Things and Dungeons and Dragons
Stranger Things Kamchatka
Stranger Things Erica The Great
Stranger Things “Creature Feature” and “Summer Special”
Stranger Things Tie-In Books:
Stranger Things Suspicious Minds
Stranger Things Runaway Max (Part 1 of 3)
Stranger Things Runaway Max (Part 2 of 3)
Stranger Things Runaway Max (Part 3 of 3)
Stranger Things Darkness On The Edge Of Town (Part 1 of 3)
Stranger Things Darkness On The Edge Of Town (Part 2 of 3)
Stranger Things Darkness On The Edge Of Town (Part 3 of 3)
Stranger Things Rebel Robin Book and Podcast (Part 1 of 2)
Stranger Things Rebel Robin Book and Podcast (Part 2 of 2)
Stranger Things Hawkins Horrors Review
Stranger Things Flight Of Icarus
Stranger Things Lucas On The Line
5.) I will also be following the "Behind-The-Scenes" photos and clues for season 5 that are posted on Twitter, Instagram, and other social media platforms by the Duffer Brothers and Netflix. I've already given my thoughts/theories on some of those elements (including here and here), and I will continue to do so as they release new material!
Thank you to my mutuals for supporting me in this, as well as the many other Stranger Things fans who've read my reviews and love the show as much as I do! :)
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bewitchedbaddie · 5 months
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i'm so sorry i haven't been active at all lately. halloween was absolutely horrible for me this year for personal reasons & ngl, anything halloween related makes my heart hurt rn.
tysm for still following me & enjoying my blog, it means more than you'll ever know <33
for now i'll be taking a temporary hiatus until things settle down for me, i hope you all had wonderful halloweens tho! i promise i'll try not to be long <3
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