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ashes-writing · 1 year

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stranger things ● forever ● s.harrington

warnings

{multi series}, angst, huge changes to s4 / past canon (nobody died but Jason, starcourt's rebuilt, max isn't almost dead, the portal is PERMANENTLY closed now), single mom/ former teen mom reader, baby talk -in moderation.. your daughter is 3, she's just really starting to grasp speech so.. yeah.. eventual filth -probably featuring Steve's known breeding k*nk, eventual roommate trope, mentions of robin's struggle with her sexuality + maaybe robin gets the girl here (Barb. i'm dying on this hill, sorry), typical small town judgmental bullshit, found family, mentions of past injury/violence (because they didn't beat Vecna and close the portal without being unscathed in some way), kind of a slow burn, unapologetic fluff, mentions of smoking / alcohol..

<- reader/you are a female. with female parts. and a child that you've had since you were 17. and a past / clothing and appearance that all tie into this. reader/you have a personality, backstory and past. you/reader's daughter Stevie is 3/4, give or take. this is yet another self indulgent thing and again, i am.. not sorry. nope not at all.

word count

2727 exactly. this is the first part to this.

(( am fully in the grips of a mighty need for dad!steve.. and..eventually.. giving him his dream life. ))

summary

--- you're robin's cousin and you need a new start for yourself and your 3 year old daughter, Stevie Robin. -named after Stevie Nicks and your cousin, ofc- and this brings you to Hawkins.

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other links

masterlist ● steve's masterlist ● about + rules

ONE

"Okay, aunt Janet said it's a right turn. Across the street from Big Buy. It's a big sign, I can't miss-" you grumble as soon as you realize you've done just that.

"Mama! Mama look!" your daughter is giggling in her car seat, she's pointing to the park on her side of the street and you pull in.

"We play?"

"No, sweetie. Maybe later, 'kay?" You smile at her and reach out, smoothing her shaggy bangs behind her ears. "I've gotta trim your hair later."

"No!"

"Yes." you laugh, pulling your Mustang out into traffic and merging with it. Your daughter is eating the fries you got her on the way into town. "We live here now, mama?"

You nod and smile. "Yeah."

"Aunt Wobin? She live here too?" Stevie has her little head tilted, staring at you with big eyes. You laugh and nod. "Yeah baby, she lives here too."

Your daughter is so little. So sweet and she's so happy. For her, this has been one big and happy adventure and you're satisfied to keep it that way. She's too little to go through what your own mother -Robins aunt, put you through before finally throwing you out. She doesn't know that you're silently freaking out right now because this is a huge risk you're taking.

The video store Robin works at for the summer comes into view with only 1 car, a brown BMW, parked outside. "I thought Robin was working." you wonder as you turn the engine off and slip your feet back into your shoes.

"Mama. Shoes."

"Good girl." you nod, slipping out of your seat to shut the door with your hip. You make your way around to your daughters side of the car and open her door, leaning into the car to unfasten Stevie and attempt cleaning her up and putting her shoes on before you go inside.

As you do this you're totally unaware that your being watched. Steve's leaned in the door, arms folded. And he’s trying hard not to stare at you but his eyes are moving up your body slowly. As you straighten to full height, he swallows down a lump in his throat and clears it.

Grin in place as he really takes you in. Your little girl is the most adorable kid he's seen, like her mom, he thinks to himself as he hears the little girl with light brown hair and freckles call you Mama.

He's thrown for a loop because you look as old as he is.

"Is Robin Buckley here?" you ask after a few seconds. He's wondering if maybe you're not the cousin she always finds a way to slip into conversations lately, but he shoves the thought that follows this wonder down deep, ,, if this is ___, she's beautiful. took my breath away, honestly." because the thought is dangerous and it's one he refuses to allow himself to even begin entertaining.

Because the second he does even attempt entertaining anything lately, his time trapped in Vecna's mindscape comes rushing back and he can hear it all again on repeat. And it hurts, it makes him bitter, it makes him angry all over again.

Steve's hand raises and rests against the back of his head. He smiles at you and nods. Tries to answer your question but the words get hung in his throat. You're both standing in the doorway, nearly body to body and he takes a deep breath, getting frustrated with himself because he's so distracted by you and your adorable little girl -and a dream that he's been trying to forget about lately because he doesn"t even know if it should happen anymore and he's trying to be okay with that fact- he can't think straight let alone speak properly.

He nods. "She's uh..she's inside. In back, I think." he finally manages to answer, biting back a groan as your soft body brushes against his as you work your way into the store.

"Robbie! Hey!" you're calling out to your cousin as you stop in front of the circular counter in the middle of the store and switch your little girl from one hip to the other.

Your little girl is playing peek a boo with him and he's laughing and it's probably the first time he has in weeks at this point. "You're a cutie, yeah." He's smiling at Stevie and she reaches out for him, dropping the purple stuffed alligator in the process. Steve bends to pick it up and he hands it to her. She gives him a gap toothed grin, "Fank you, sir."

He laughs. "What's your name, huh?"

"I Stevie Robin."

Steve feels that yearning tug at him and he shoves it down. Hiding the pain at his own thoughts, he smiles at your daughter. "I'm Steve."

"Mama! Mama!"

"What is it, sweetie?"

"He Steve. Kinda like me!" she giggles, turning her gaze to Steve as she adds in awe, "Pretty Steve."

You're torn between blushing and laughing. Then you make the mistake of really looking at Steve. And it hits you, you're wondering if he's the same Steve your cousin Robin is talking so much about all the time.

Your daughter isn't wrong, not even in the slightest. You tilt your head slightly and you're taking him in. From the shaggy hair that hangs over his forehead and covers one brow to the way he's got his hand resting on his head calls attention to that hand. By the time you reach his eyes -and immediately get lost in their warmth and depth, you're fidgeting a little. But then you're staring at his mouth, from the perfectly formed cupids bow to the thickness of his lips. His shoulders are broad, biceps fight against the restraint of a beige polo shirt.

If this were the version of you you used to be, before Stevie, before the way her father ripped out your heart, you're absolutely sure you'd be in prime flirt mode right now. But you're not. And your life is totally different now. You have Stevie, she comes first.

The thickening tension is shattered by your cousin Robin and not a second too soon. She's racing towards you with open arms and you find yourself and your daughter being squeezed til you almost can't breathe. The hug breaks and the two of you are laughing and happy and Robin pulls away to look at you as she lets out a long whistle. You shake your head and laugh. "I thought you two weren't coming in until next week!"

You laugh quietly. " The uh..my apartment got broken into. And then my boss pissed me off and I quit. It was now or never, so here I am."

"Your apartment got broken into?" Steve is gaping. You nod. "It happens."

"It shouldn't." Steve answers, staring down at you and Robin clocks it immediately.

She's been talking about him to you a lot -and vice versa, because after his speech in the RV, she started to casually mention you in conversation to him a little more too- . She does this hoping she'd make you -or him, at least a little curious, especially since the night she got a 2 am drunken call from him in which he went on this tangent about how bitter watching everyone start their lives was making him. Then he confided something to her that blindsided her with just how perfect he might be for you.

He wants a family. He needs people to take care of. He really needs to be taken care of in return because Robin knows him like the back of her hand at this point and she knows he's a good man.

She knows that you're dying for the same, it's all you've ever talked about, especially all the times your mom would hurt, use, lie to or turn her back on you, disappointing you over and over.

"Yeah, well.." you mumble, eyes locked on his. "Just glad Stevie was with a sitter and I was picking up a shift at the bar down the street."

"Yeah." Steve mutters. Your voice is soft, a sweet and lazy drawl he could listen to for hours and as soon as this one comes to mind, he's rubbing the back of his neck.

Stevie reaches for him. You start to object but Steve takes her into his arms and smiles, acting as if it's nothing. As he takes her around the little store, you can finally pull yourself together just a little. Robin clears her throat. "That's Steve Harrington, by the way. My best friend. Well, my other best friend." she gives you a soft grin. You hug her and as the hug breaks you laugh softly. "I named her after you and Stevie Nicks."

Robin is speechless, gaping at you as if she might just cry. Then she laughs softly, nodding to the way Stevie is just content to be carried around by Steve. You laugh softly. Tear your eyes off the two because it's concerning just how easy it is to let your imagination run wild. "She doesn't meet a stranger."

"She takes after her mommy." Robin teases as she watches you watching Steve with your daughter. "Nick was an asshole. He didn't deserve either of you."

"Fuck Nick." you mumble, tearing your eyes off of Steve and the way he's so good with Stevie because if you don't..it's a slippery slope. Robin's caught you though and she can't help but smile to herself. She clears her throat. "You're staying with us, right?"

"Yeah…aunt Janet, she told me to take as long as I want but I'm gonna try to get on my feet as quick as I can."

"No, take your time."

"Robin, trust me..you think that now but trust me.

You want me to do it quick."

Steve chuckles as Stevie finds the Disney aisles. "You like Disney, huh?"

"Some. Love Bambi." Stevie answers politely as she rests her head against his shoulder and yawns. "I show you gator."

She raises a little arm to show Steve the dark purple alligator she's been carrying the whole time. "He my fwiend."

"Oh he is,huh?"

"Mhm. Where mama an me lived before.. there were real ones!" her enthusiasm makes Steve laugh. "You like alligators?"

"Mhm! An fruit bats."

Steve laughs. "What about dinosaurs?"

"T rex!" she's giggling and when she holds on tighter to him, his heart melts. And the oh so familiar longing ache is back. Made worse this time by the fact that Nancy, the girl he held out hope to have it all with, she's finally moving on. Moving away, leaving Hawkins with Jonathan and while Steve is happy for her, it's killing him because he's realizing that there's a good chance that his dreams might not come true.

Nobody chooses him. Nobody ever wants to stay. He's never enough.

"Where did you live before?" he asks and she smiles. "New.." she pauses, little cheeks puffed as she thinks.

"I hafta ask my mama."

"Okay." He's laughing. "Let's go back over to her? Are you ready?"

She's giggling because he's giving her a piggyback ride. You laugh quietly and nudge Robin, nodding at him as he carries Stevie over to you on his back.

"Oh she's in love now." Robin laughs and you laugh along with her. Steve stops in front of you, letting you take your daughter off his back. And as you do so, your fingers graze against muscled shoulders and you suck in a breath. You step away, letting Stevie settle on your hip.

"We should probably go. It looks like there are people coming. " you nod to a group of teenagers approaching, some on bikes and a girl on a skateboard.

Steve nods. "Yeah. I'll uh.. I'll see you around." and without another word, he grabs his cigarettes, tells Robin he's going on a break and he's gone, vanished out the door at the back of the store. You're staring.

Robin speaks up. "He's had a really rough time lately."

As you say your goodbyes to Robin, one of the boys that comes in is calling his name, searching the store. Robin nods to the door. "Out there, dingus."

You leave with Stevie, going back to your aunt and Robin's trailer to drop off Stevie with your aunt so you can go out and look for jobs because you're determined to get settled in as quick as you can.

CONTINUED

"Steve? Are you okay?"

Steve doesn't answer Dustin, he only shrugs. Thumps his cigarette onto the pavement. "I'm fine,kid."

"You're not."

"I am, Dustin."

"I know you're not. Just talk to me." Dustin coaxes but Steve shakes his head, refusing. "Just a long day."

"Who was Robin hugging goodbye when we came in?"

"___. Her cousin and her cousins kid, Stevie."

Dustin grimaces because suddenly, he knows exactly what's wrong with Steve right now and it has everything to do with something Steve admitted when they were all preparing to face Vecna in March.

He saw Stevie just now, got reminded of his dream. The one he's giving up on. The one Vecna used against him when he tried to take over Steve’s mind during the whole thing. The one Steve goes above and beyond not to talk about, especially lately.

"Stevie.. like in Stevie Nicks?" Dustin chuckles as he asks, glancing over at Steve.

Steve shrugs. "Didn't ask. I uh..kept my distance. Let Robin and __ talk. I walked Stevie around the store a little."

"Yeah she yelled at Max that she had a pretty skateboard." Dustin smiles. “She’s a cute kid.”

"She using the dinosaur one again?"

Dustin chuckles. "Yeah. Said the deck is fucked on her favorite one. She said Billy ordered a new one but it won't be in for like.. six weeks because it was on backorder or something.. I still can't get over Billy Hargrove not being a massive prick anymore, man." Dustin laughs and the sound dies away as he gazes at his best friend. Noting the dark circles under his eyes. The way he's quieter. Less outgoing lately, he's started to spend more time alone than he does with nearly all of them. Dustin's worried that something's really wrong with Steve because Steve isn't like this. At all. So he's trying to stick close. Eddie keeps telling him he needs to. That they all need to. Says Steve is struggling with heavy shit.

"Stevie likes dinosaurs. 'S what she told me anyway." Steve thumps the cigarette pack against his palm again. "I'll be fine, Dustin."

"You're my best friend. I'm gonna worry." Dustin responds, tapping a sneaker against the pavement.

"You don't need to. I'll be fine, Henderson. Just realizing I wasted a lot of time up to this point. Did I really think she was gonna come back one day?"

Dustin puts an arm around Steve. "You loved her, man. Hope isn't a bad thing."

Steve shrugs. "Kind of is when you put it all in one person or thing. But it's fine. If Nance can move on.." He goes quiet, laughing at himself. Dustin speaks up. "You should too…right?"

Steve shrugs. "Somethin’ like that. I'll get around to it. It’s not exactly top priority anymore."

There's nothing like facing down what you think will be your death and beating it to put life into perspective. He knew hope for his dream with Nancy Wheeler was gone when he and Eddie Munson walked out of the station following a long interrogation on zero sleep just in time to see Nancy reunite with Jonathan. The way she looked at Jonathan.. it stung. But it woke him up and now.. he's just going to close this chapter in his life.

He pulls himself off the pavement and makes his way back inside with Dustin.

,, Maybe you don't give up on your one dream.. maybe just stop trying to seek it out and see if it'll come to you." this thought is conflicted by another, just don't bother. You're not enough. When Vecna tried to get in your head, he did have a few good points."

CONTINUED

Stevie goes bolting out the door as soon as she sees Robin get out of the passenger seat of Steve's car. After she hugs Robin at least four times, she wanders over to Steve's side and he opens the door. Stevie climbs into his car to sit and Robin laughs to herself as she watches.

The little girl is staring at the fading red scar that circles his neck and she knows she shouldn't. She knows it's rude but she's curious. And maybe she's a little afraid that whatever happened to cause it hurt her new friend. Little fingers raise and rest against the raised flesh. "Ouchy."

Steve chuckles and nods. "Yeah."

"When mama kisses my ouchies, they always get better." Stevie gazes up at Steve intently. "Mama sleep." Stevie mumbles after a few seconds.

"Yeah, Robin told me how far you two drove."

"Was fun. Mama took me t' parks. And this huge rocking chair."

"Stevie?"

"She's over here, Robin." Steve calls out to his best friend. Then he remembers the movie he rented under his account so Stevie could watch it. He reaches over into the seat and holds it out to the little girl to be rewarded by her, flinging her arms around him and thanking him. Then she holds up a stuffed t-rex to him. "You have? He protec."

"You should keep it." But she's shaking her head and she gives him this cute little frustrated look as she gestures to the neck scar he's been really self conscious about lately. "So that won't happen again. Please?"

Steve takes the t-rex and pulls himself out of the driver seat. "C'mon. I'll give you a piggyback ride to Robin, okay?"

Across the road, Max Mayfield is seeing all this and smiling to herself. "Maybe everything will be okay."

#steve harrington #steve harrington imagine #steve the hair harrington #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington imagines #steve harrington fic #<- my writing ● steve harrington #<- warnings | angst - swearing - single mom reader. reader was a teen mom too - see full warnings above #<- warning | female reader - female parts / clothing / personality and backstory. reader is borderline OC in that she's Robin's cousin.#-- if you want your dad!steve fix this is gonna be that. if you're into found families this is also definitely that.

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space-writes · 16 days

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wip questions tag

jumping on the excuse to do this from @ceph-the-ghost-writer (post here). it’s been a minute, but I really want to do this for claws honestly, as a little treat~

What was the first part of your WIP that you created?

The characters - Vivien and Rainier are based on the modern AU versions of Vizaeth and Pharaun from my Obsession fic series, so they were the entry point for the story. I guess also wet was kind of a first foray into the story; it’s Viz/Pharaun modern AU fic, but it sort of has the Vibes that later became claws.

If your story was a TV show, what would the intro song be?

I’d want it to be a dark cover of a love song, like the Happy Together cover by Filter I have on my wip-playlist. Something that originally is very sweet and loving, turned sinister.

Who are your favourite character(s) and why?

Vivien my beloved <3 <3 <3

He’s the main character, and I just love everything about him. He’s got the most specific worldview I’ve written (aside from Vizaeth) and he’s got very particular ways of seeing and interpreting the world that are so fascinating to me. His dichotomy of victim/villain is so juicy, and his high emotions make his reactions to everything 10x more interesting.

Plus he’s a transmasc nightmare murderboy, which is my favourite, AND he’s a scrubby little punk/goth kid. All around delicious.

What other pieces of media could share a fanbase with your WIP?

NBC Hannibal would have a fun amount of fan crossover, I think. Maybe Interview with the Vampire. claws has a lot of messy queers in it, i think those fandoms would have fun with them.

What has been your biggest struggle while writing your WIP?

Getting it drafted without worry too much about realism - resisting the urge to go research instead of write. It’s drafted now, and I have a lot of problems to solve with it now, so that’s the new struggled - fixing all the issues discovery drafting for the first time in over a decade has cause me :p

Are there any animals in your story?

Spiders! Lots and lots of spiders! Which is going to be so much fun to research for accuracy, because I don’t actually enjoy spiders very much in real life. I’m better with them than I used to be, but yeah. This is a very arachnophilic book and I…am not that.

How do your characters get around?

claws is in a modern setting, so they use contemporary transport - cars mostly feature. Rainier has a too-expensive BMW with a vanity plate because he’s That Kind of Asshole.

What parts of your WIP are you working on right now?

Currently it’s marinating, so next steps are: reading/devouring lots of Relevant Media to help with vibes, doing research for areas of the book I just kind hand-waved (some science things, aforementioned spiders, various medical bits and pieces…there’s a lot), and later re-outlining it for a neater first draft out of the messy zero draft I have right now.

What aspects of your WIP do you think will draw people in?

the fact that it’s messy queer horror about toxic love. judging by the comments on my wip intro, that’s the thing people seem to like! i do also hope that the characters will captivate readers as much as they’ve captivated me. i’d love for people to be as obsessed with Vivien and Rainier’s fucked-up deal as I am.

claws taglist: @belovedviolence @foxboyclit @coven-archives @noblebs @mjjune @revenantlore @sarandipitywrites @k--havok @asterhaze @verba-writing @indecentpause @bootstrapparadoxed (ask to be +/-) (and stealing from ceph, feel free to count this as a tag as well if you want to talk about your wip!)

no-pressure tagging @winterandwords @mjjune and @viscerawrites

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What was the first part of your WIP that you created?

If your story was a TV show, what would the intro song be?

Who are your favourite character(s) and why?

What other pieces of media could share a fan base with your WIP?

What has been your biggest struggle while writing your WIP?

Are there any animals in your story?

How do your characters get around?

What part of your WIP are you working on right now?

What aspects of your WIP do you think will draw people in?

#writeblr #writing community #wip questions #wip: claws #still rotating this fucked up lil book in my brain

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perpetuelledaydreaming · 1 year

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Cruel intentions | chapter twenty-two

summary: hell breaks loose in a rooftop.

warnings: violence and sex trafficking and it's triggering please be careful.

listen to: I did something bad - Taylor Swift (playlist here)

word count: 2.4 k

series masterlist + read the next chapter early on my ko-fi!!

“Okay, so remember,” Peter started as he landed on the rooftop of a building near the Meatpacking district. It was a far cry from the other places you’d been in regarding this case. From shady and somehow even dangerous places, you were now in one of the more glamorous and gentrified boroughs of New York.

It wasn’t isolated, there were a thousand restaurants near the place where the alarm had gone off. You couldn’t be as reckless as before.

“We’re only here for information,” you replied, mimicking what Peter had said earlier as you landed next to him. You couldn’t see it but he rolled his eyes.

Both of you leaned down on the edge of the building as you tried to recognize the men that were in the parking place at the ceiling below. You knew you’d seen them, you’d gone through a lot of men while you had been working on the case, and lots of them were in jail by now.

Those two, now, those two you recognized them.

“HAPPY? Want to refresh my memory?” you whispered to the AI as he scanned the car.

“Enrique Goldberg has a criminal record,” HAPPY stated as he showed you the mug photo that it had. “Kazi Holmes, too,”

“You told them the place correctly?” Kazi told Enrique.

The last time you’d seen those two, you’d been blowing up their truck and fighting with Peter. You could still see some of the damage you’d caused them, they were too close to the explosion. Your stomach twisted with guilt until you remember who they were and what they were doing.

“Clearly,” the other one answered. “They’re just late, they are always late,”

This wasn’t a transaction. You scanned the car they were in, there were no bodies other than those two. Then, you proceeded to scan what else they had in the car.

“Is that?” you whispered.

“A phone,” Peter answered, the same puzzled tone in his voice. “And a suitcase,”

“This is a negotiation,” you finally whispered as a car climbed from the entrance ramp.

You frowned immediately as soon as you saw the car. It wasn’t a truck or a lowkey car, it was a fucking BMW i7. Not many people had them, even without the licensed plate that they purposefully removed, you could track it down. Peter didn’t know much about cars but he knew it was important by the way your mask disappeared from your face as you tried to take a better look at yourself. An awful feeling of dread began to fill your chest, you didn’t understand why though.

The men quickly jumped out of the car and walked towards the trunk where they had the phone and the suitcase. The black BMW stopped near them and one of the men sighed. You tapped your earpiece twice, your face covered again with the mask to identify how many people were in the car.

“HAPPY?” you asked him as your screen x-rayed the car. There was one man at the front and another one in the back, an elegant suitcase next to him as the driver finally decided to climb down.

“Two men,” The AI quickly answered.

“Who are they?”

“Searching law-enforcement databases,” HAPPY answered as you could hear him scanning the bases. You often wanted him to scan other databases but now that you were doing things right, you knew you couldn’t ask him. Even more with Peter next to you. “No records found for the individuals,”

You groaned at the same time that the driver climbed out of the car.

“Nice to see you again,” Kazi answered as he leaned into his truck.

The man didn’t answer, he stared at him before he walked up to the goons and motioned his chin toward them. “Guns,” he stated coldly.

“As always a ray of sunshine,” Enrique stated as he raised his hand and started to be patted down by the man. Then, he followed up with Kazi.

Peter frowned at the scene as he stared at the guys. He didn’t quite get it, the whole theatrics of it all. Since he’d begun patrolling, he had rarely seen this type of negotiation. It was only when he was busting the mafia that he saw the type of dance these men were doing.

It meant that this was a higher client, a special one. His mind began to recall if maybe he’d seen the car before during the Maggia family case. He hadn’t. But you? It suddenly dawned on you that you had.

You looked like you’d seen a ghost. Suspended in time, you could barely hear what Peter was saying to you, your hearing and your vision tunneled as you stared at the man that climbed down. Doctor Mendell Stroom, Harry’s second-hand man climbed down the car as he buttoned up his suit, and walked with the suitcase in hand.

“Let’s do this quickly,” Stroom stated with a sigh as he fixed his glasses while glaring at the men.“My boss doesn’t have much time,”

You felt like throwing up, swallowing hard you took a step back from the edge of the building, walking away. You felt your whole body shaking as your mind recalled how Harry had talked about the serum he was working on, your breathing got harsher by the second as you realized what was happening.

Your mind kicked into overdrive. You’d always known Harry had a darker side but buying women? Your stomach was twisting painfully as you took off your mask, tears streamed down your face before you realized it yourself. You knew how he could be with women, Harry wouldn’t have any trouble getting any girl they wanted, and he could also pay any escort he wanted, but kidnapping women? Forcing himself on them?

“y/n?” Peter half-whispered but you couldn’t look at him at the moment. No, you couldn’t look at him knowing what your best friend had been doing.

“For three girls, a million dollars as we’d discussed,” Enrique stated as he crossed his arms over his chest while staring at Stroom.

“How come the last two were only 750k?” Doctor Stroom stated as he cleaned his glasses, nonchalantly.

“The specification you asked for,” Kazi explained. “Healthy, no drugs, no alcohol consumption, a specific ethnicity, exercises, you want more?”

Your heart sinks. HAPPY knew it before you did, the nanobots withdrew from your mask as you began to throw up on the floor, your throat burning, chest aching as you heaved, retching. Peter was right next to you in a second, checking you, holding your hair.

“Is that an extra fee?”

“You can call it that,” Enrique stated. “Why do you need them to be so specific anyway?”

“That’s not your problem,” Stroom replied with a sigh as he handed the suitcase.“Here’s the 750k you asked for, where’s the phone?”

“We’ll call you when we have them,” Kazi explained as he opened the bag and started to check the money.

“Great doing business with you,” you managed to hear Stroom saying on your earpiece as you tried to calm yourself down.

Peter’s cologne was helping you deal with nausea as you heard them walking back to the car. You felt shattered, breaking down in front of Peter was something you weren’t expecting to do today, just as you hadn’t expected that your best friend would be a criminal. Peter rubbed circles on your back as he held you tightly, he could feel how much you were shaking.

“Are you okay?” Peter asked, you could feel the concern in his voice as you closed your eyes and took a deep breath.

You shook your head.

Peter sighed as he looked back at the scene, the car was already going away. “y/n, we can follow,” Peter said quietly, your body tensed up immediately. He felt it right away as he frowned at you, looking at you quietly. “y/n?”

You were moving away from Peter before you even realized it. You couldn’t let Peter find out about Harry, not yet at least. You needed to see him first, you needed to face him first before you could tell Peter anything. You couldn’t let him follow Dr. Stroom, it would lead him back to Harry.

And so, you did the second best thing that you could.

“y/n, don’t!”

Before you realized it, you were flying down to the building, pointing your hand towards the car of Goldberg and Holmes and then firing at them. Well, close to them at least. You frowned as you saw them dodging the crater that you’d made on the floor as you landed next to it, quickly, you landed in front of the car, intending for them to move the other way.

They didn’t.

“Y/N!” Peter screamed as they ran you over.

You were slammed against one of the edges of the building. You whimpered loudly as your back hit one of the edges of the building and quickly, you were flying out of the building. You were free-falling before your thrusters kicked in and you flew towards the ceiling fast. Peter was already in the car, throwing at them taser webs so the car would malfunction and land on the rooftop of the car.

Kazi tried to avoid Peter as he quickly broke the window of the car and tried to take charge of the car, you saw Enrique take the gun out of his pocket. They had guns, Peter didn’t have his new suit that was bulletproof, and he was in danger. Quickly, you landed on the roof of the car, next to Peter, and without a second thought, you punch the roof of the car until the roof broke, quickly grabbing the wheel of the car and then taking it away from them.

Without a second thought, you took Peter’s hand and flew with him until the car crashed against one of the edges of the rooftop.

Stopping immediately. You sighed as you finally placed Peter on the floor while you watched the car start to burn. You swallowed hard as you felt Peter’s eyes on you. You knew what he was thinking, he was wondering if you were going to let them there. To die.

You couldn’t. You ran towards the car, Peter following closely behind as you broke the door car and took out a begrudging Kazi, who complained as you moved him far away from the car. Peter did the same with an unconscious Enrique.

“Web them up,” you grunted as you held Kazi down and Peter placed Enrique next to him. Peter looked at you seriously, you didn’t even look at him.

You felt like you couldn’t. Peter did as you asked though and you began to walk away. You felt like you were sleepwalking, your body and your brain weren’t quite connecting as you wondered what your next move was going to be. You had no idea how to proceed. There’s no way you could explain to Peter how you think that Harry, your best friend, has been buying girls for his experiments.

That this wasn’t the first time he’s done it and that if you hadn’t stopped him, it wouldn’t have been the last. You want to run away.

It’s the thing you’re best at, running away.

Peter doesn’t let you through. He caught hold of your wrist and stop you from flying away, looking back at the criminals behind you, confirming that they are both unconscious, and quickly taking his mask off, shooting you a serious look.

“What the fuck was that?” Peter’s voice is cold as he glares at you. You know that you fucked up but at the moment you don’t have the energy to fight with him, your mind too focus on what you’ve learned.

“What?” you ask him. Your eyes tired as you stared at him, hoping that he could cut you some slack.

He doesn’t. He’s not having it.

“Why would you do that?” Peter scolded, louder now.

You squinted at Peter, anger bubbling up in your chest. No, you weren’t exactly angry at Peter, you were angry at Harry but at the moment, you couldn’t quite make a difference. “You wanted them to get away?” you bit back.

Peter's frown deepened as he glared at you with concern. “The buyers got away,” he explained.

“We can find them later,” you rationalized, you stared back at the unconscious men behind Peter. “These sickos aren’t going to get any girls,”

“That wasn’t the plan!” Peter snapped at you.

Your eyes widened for a second, stunned at Peter’s voice but then you glared at him. “Who cares about the plan?” you push hard against him, shaking his hold from your wrist.

Peter’s nostrils flared for a second. “We had an agreement, you can’t just!” you cut him off before he said anything.

“You aren’t leading this mission, I am!” you finally scream at him, your patience gone. “I’m going to take care of this,” you scoffed as you considered where Harry might be at.

Peter frowned immediately, his senses tingling as he heard your words.

“What do you mean with that?” he asked, you could see the concern creasing on his features “y/n, talk to me,” he insisted, searching your features as he walked up to you again, holding your hand softer than the way he was holding your wrist.

That’s why you could never be mad at Peter. Truthfully, you weren’t even sure why you picked a fight with him, you’d barely fought with him since you’d become a couple. It was strange, you knew it and he knew it too. If you wanted Peter away while you searched for Harry, you needed to make your disappearance for a few hours easier on him.

“I’m,” you sighed. “I just can’t let this happen to more girls. We don’t know what they want and I…” you stumbled to find the correct words. “I’m sorry,” you finally decided. It was an honest answer, you were sorry.

You were sorry for being so stupid that you didn’t see how the enemy was so close to you, you were sorry for being so stupid to blow up a car to protect your best friend, you were so sorry for lying to him as you were going to do.

“Hey, I get it,” Peter finally breathed out. “You’ve been with this since the beginning. Come here,” he said as he pulled you towards him, his arms wrapping around your waist as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

You always loved when he held you tight.

“I’m sorry, again,” you whispered against his neck, kissing his pulse point softly. It’s the truth, you do feel sorry. For everything.

“It’s okay, I’ll deal with the police and you go home,” he murmured delicately, you let him hold you there as he gave you the perfect exit.

He doesn’t have a clue about what you were going to do and how sorry you would be for that.

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Chapter Five - Brown Eyes & Too Much Weed

C1 | C2 | C3 | C4 | C6 | C7 | C8 | C9 | C10 | C11 | C12 | C13 pt1 | C13 pt 2 |

Chapter Six is out now, enjoy Sunflowers x 🌻

Pairing | Eddie x Female reader 18+. Steve x Robin x Female reader platonic friendship

Series summary | Dustins older sister got brought into the group during the events of Starcourt mall, 3 months on she's in her senior year and the kids are starting high school. After everything that went down she feels that she has to keep them safe at all costs, that includes keeping them way from the charismatic 'freak' Eddie Munson that runs a club based on their favourite game. They've both hated each other since freshman year -with good reason-, but when keeping distance between the kids and Eddie means putting herself in the firing line, boundaries get blurred, intentions get lost & the heart speaks louder than the brain.

The story is told from both Y/N & Eddies point of view.

What to expect | Slow burn enemies to lovers, Angst - with a happy ending, fluff & smut (in the later chapters). 18+ to read this story.

Series Warnings | Mentions of abuse, drug use, 18+ smut content

Chapter word count | 6.2 K Word Count.

Chapter warnings | Mention of Drug use, mention of masturbation.

As always, any & all comments/reblogs are most appreciated - Love, P. x 🌿

Authors Note | As always, if you read the entire chapter then thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed it! I was wrong when I said the last chapter was the favourite, this is definitely sitting at number one right now. Those of you that are looking forward to the saucier chapters, stay tuned for chapter six, I have a treat for you. Love you Sunflowers 🌻 P. x

Y/N | October 1985

The terror filled scream frozen on my lips, ripped me from the depths of sleep. I clutched the damp tangled sheets around me as I gasped for air, my racing heartbeat pounding in my ears. I squinted across the dark room to the alarm clock on my dresser, the luminous face read ‘04.58’. Sinking back down onto the mattress, I pulled a sweaty strand of hair from my mouth as my breathing slowed to its normal pace. I had the opening weekend shift at Family video this morning. It was one of the few shifts that Steve, Robin and I were all working, given that it was a Saturday and our busiest hours. Over the past few months, working the weekend had become one of my favourite pastimes, keeping track with Robin over how many girls Steve struck out with, fighting over who got to pick the morning movie and challenging each other to stacking competitions. Steve would be here soon after daybreak, in his deep maroon BMW to pick me up. We carpooled together since Robin couldn’t drive.

Giving up on sleep entirely, knowing that it eluded me and there was no point in staring at my grey peeling ceiling for the next three hours, I rolled out of bed, the cold morning air hitting my exposed thighs and sending goosebumps up my whole figure. The thick carpet muted my footsteps as I made my way to my closet, pulling a dressing gown off the hanger. It was one of the only items of clothing that wasn’t currently decorating my floor. The house was dead silent except for Dustin’s soft snores echoing down the hallway. I peeked out my open door to watch his relaxed frame sprawled across his duvet, half sliding off of the bed. His Walkie Talkie was laying askew on the floor, next to his open twitching hand, like he had fallen asleep with it still clutched in his grasp. I tip toed quietly into his room to pick it up gently and place it upright on his desk, sliding down the antenna. Knowing that if the crackly voices of his friends shrieked though it, it would scare the living day lights out of him and cause him to topple right out of bed, waking up the whole neighbourhood with his profanities. I gently brushed his overgrown hair out of his eyes as his hot breath hit my hand, he looked so incredibly young in sleep, much like the baby-faced 11-year-old that would follow me and Nancy around as we laughed and ran away. My heart clenched painfully as I reflected on how complicated life was now, I had thought Dad leaving was the biggest curveball life would throw at us. God was I wrong.

Dustin had come to apologise to me after showing Eddie to the front door, by the time his incessant knocking had annoyed me enough to let him in, I was too buzzed to even care about the ordeal. He scrutinized me up and down concerningly, confused how I had gone from bat shit crazy to super mellowed out so fast as I spread across my floor. The fresh rain hammering against the half-opened window, washing away any lingering smell the weed had left in the air.

In the blatant rawness of the cold morning air, guilt washed over me as I remembered my behaviour last night. What had happened with Jason wasn’t Dustin’s fault, nor was it even Eddies. As unnatural as it felt to feel bad over my reaction to his presence in my room, the moment where we had been standing toe-to-toe, practically breathing in each other, hadn’t stopped replaying over in my head since I had shoved him through my bedroom door. He had even made a guest appearance in my dream last night, sitting on the end of my bed just watching me with those dark soulful eyes of his, making me feel very vulnerable as I burrowed beneath the flimsy sheets of my bed in just my underwear. Before my suffocating nightmare dragged me beneath its devastating depths, disallowing me to resurface for hours.

I silently left Dustin’s room, pulling his door behind me to submerge him in darkness, one of us deserved a sleep in at least. My feet slapped against the cold tiled floor of our one shared bathroom as I headed to splash my face, hopefully washing the remaining traces of my nightmare away with it. Remembering last night at the gas station, it took me a beat longer than necessary to look in the mirror. I sighed with relief as my own red ringed eyes stared back sadly at me, no black lines lurking anywhere on my face. I twisted the cold tap on, damping a washcloth to hold to my eyes in the pathetic hopes of diminishing the puffiness there.

Waves of nausea crippled my body and I curled over, grabbing the sides of the basin. I watched the whiteness of my knuckles increase as I tried to ride out the tell-tale signs of withdrawals. I knew it was only a matter of time before my debt caught up with me. Smoking left over old, stale joints wasn’t going to give me the relief I craved. I retched, like my body was sending me a message to give it what I owed. Flipping my head under the running tap to wash the sour taste from my mouth, I made my way back to my room.

Dread filled through me I walked over to my open window, in my groggy state last night I had forgotten to close it. Rain that had long since moved on leaving the sky a nice cloudless dark blue as dawn started to break, had soaked my entire side table. Great puddles of water had waterlogged the stained wood, sending my belongings off the side of the tabletop and -with a deep groan of realisation– filled my ashtray, soaking the left-over cigarette buts and joints.

Without pausing to second guess my decision, I picked it up and shook it outside, littering the ground below my windowsill and sending up a great cloud of ash. Covering my mouth with my hand I wretched the window shut, pulling open the top draw to hide the ashtray away. I stopped in my tracks; my hand still clutched to the handle. There, sitting above the mounting pile of empty bags, was a quarter bag full of glistening green bud. Slowly, I pulled it out of the draw, turning it over slightly to analyse it from every angle. The image of Eddie standing in this exact spot last night flashed in front of my eyes.

There’s no way. I objected to myself, considering all options as I opened the bag to sniff inside. It didn’t smell tampered with, only the stench of pure overpowering weed. I placed it back carefully, still convinced that this surely had to be a joke. I knew I hadn’t brought it because I only picked up in 50’s, I also hadn’t had the chance to talk to Steve yet. The only explanation was that Eddie had left it here, it wasn’t in his nature – hell, any drug dealers’ nature – to be kind. Which is what the gesture appeared to be, saving me the embarrassment of slinking to Eddie for help anytime soon, definitely hurting my pride in the process. With a bag this size I would be set for weeks. I let it fall through my fingertips and slammed the draw shut to remove the temptation out of my sight. I ran back to the bathroom, turning the shower’s hot tap on full blast, letting the steam saturate the room and drown the enticing smell out of my nose. There were strings attached to this gift, there had to be if Eddie was involved. I wanted no part of it - of him. I planned on throwing the bag straight at his smug face – along with a few carefully chosen colourful words - the next time I was alone with him.

I might have had an easier time convincing myself, if the thought of being alone in his intimidating presence didn’t send unfamiliar stabs of wanting through my core. I plunged my face under the boiling water to suffocate the unwelcome, intrusive thoughts.

Eddie | October 1985

Saturday started off like every other, my uncle was asleep soundly in his room, still dressed in his uniform from his shift last night. He seemed to have just fallen straight headfirst into bed on top of the covers and stayed there, turning his face to the side slightly so he didn’t choke. I strummed my sweet-sounding guitar, sending a low murmur throughout my room. I was half raised against the bed head, a cigarette dropping from the corner of my mouth as I hummed along with the tune. The sun was well and truly hung in the sky now, its unrelenting heat baring down through the window, burning patterns across my chest. I leaned across the jumble of sheets to put out my smoke, switching it for a freshly rolled joint, and pushed open the window, letting a cool breeze spill across my face and rifle the Tomb of Horrors posters pinned above my head . Strands of my knotted hair were plastered to my sweaty skin as I placed my sweetheart back in her rightful place on the wall behind my bed, stroking her lightly to hear one more seductive sound purr from her strings.

As I brought the nearly empty lighter to my lips my thoughts wandered to y/n, wondering if she had found the gift I’d left in her nightstand yet. Like I was a metal version of Santa clause, I laughed to myself. Knowing her, she had probably thought it was a cruel joke I was playing, since there was not a single nice thing I’d ever done for her before. Our relationship with each other consisted of loud frustrated sighs, violent thoughts and mutual detestation. Not conscientious actions towards each other. I still wasn’t sure why I had done it. It was a pretty sizeable chunk of change I had left in her possession. But before I knew it, as I stood in her room surrounded by pieces of herself, I had my hands in my pants at the thought of y/n, quicker than I could blink. Laughing outwardly as I made my way to the bathroom, I shook my head, dislodging some of my stuck curls.

Not like that. I corrected myself, although admittedly she had been the star of some of my wet dreams from time to time. That was all biological male stuff though, she was an extremely attractive girl, I couldn’t help which way my dick pointed. But then she’d open her mouth and my cock would become softer than her lips looked. When she had pressed her willowy frame against me last night, heat – warranted it was rage filled – was rolling off her with every breath she expelled, my dick had twitched as she brought her face closer to mine, the pressure struggling against the fabric of my jeans and for a wild moment, I had fantasised about crushing my lips against hers and acting out one of my many dreams. But, like how she ruined most things, her shrill voice had broken through my focus, causing rage to rise from my stomach to match hers.

I fumbled with my belt as I lined up with the toilet, unzipping my jeans to relieve myself. The sunlight drizzled through the coloured window paned glass, sending bizarre patterns across the linoleum floor. My head lolled to the side as I traced the outlines of objects that weren’t actually there in the pretty display of dancing lights. A blanket of peace settled over me as the weed kicked in, my thoughts drifting down the hall to the kitchen. I extinguished the joint in the ashtray balancing precariously on the bathroom vanity, just one of many that was scattered around our trailer. Stomping louder than I normally would have at this time of day, forgetting that my uncle was deep in slumber down the hall, I headed to the fridge. Trucker hats covered the walls of the living room, the collection had originally started off as a joke I made during one of the work trips with my Uncle Wayne. During school holidays I had no other family to watch after me so I would tag along, sleeping in the bed of his truck and soaking up the foreign views as we drove across country. I had passed comment on how many hats he had laying around in the bed of his truck. After that he would bring a new one back from every state he would visit for his job. When he started at the factory, we decided to hang them up as a sort of memorial to good times passed by.

Expired sauce bottles rattled in the side door as I wrenched the refrigerator open, goosebumps prickled on my skin as I stood in front of the door, spread wide for far too long, not processing what I was seeing. Apart from a jar of pickles that sat alone on the top shelf and mixed sauces squished on the side shelves, there was only a plate of something brown and mushy, I picked it up hesitantly and gave it an examination sniff. Not trusting myself while being high, I let it clatter back onto the bottom shelf, softly closing the fridge. I rubbed my eyes and yawned, it was around this time that I would normally be pulling into Gareth’s driveway, my guitar safely buckled into the passenger seat. We practised with the other members of Corroded Coffin every Saturday, except Gareth had some baby cousins christening that his mom was dragging him to, so this week’s rehearsal had been canned.

My eyes skimmed across the rickety bookshelf under our TV unit, hundreds of tapes sat there, most of them under a layer of years’ worth of dust. Movies were my babysitter growing up, whenever Uncle Wayne had to leave for some reason or another, he’d set me up with a mound of blankets on the contoured couch and turn a movie on, telling me he’d be back before it finished. He was never late.

I’d seen everything in our impressive collection at least twice. Well, I thought, No point in wasting a perfectly good day. I walked back to my bedroom, conscientiously aware to lighten my footsteps as I passed my uncle’s room. I could see dust particles swirling around my room as beams of sunlight shone through the window, it was stifling hot in here now. The thought of getting out of here was becoming more inviting the quicker my arm pits dampened, I grabbed a plain black tee instead of my usual hellfire shirt – not wanting to scare the villagers. Grinning to myself I swiped my vest hanging off my door handle, giving it a confirming shake to hear the rattle of my keys and headed to the van.

Outside the trailer I lit up another cigarette as the wire door snapped closed behind me, I puffed thick clouds of smoke into the humid air, covering my eyes against the glare of the bright sun as I adjusted to the sudden light. A dog across the way barked and whined as I watched Max Mayfield feed it scraps lovingly; her red hair was an intensive difference to her luminous -almost see through – pale skin, she stood out painfully against the dry grass. She must have sensed my eyes on her because she turned quickly to stare back at me, there were dark circles under her eyes like she had more trouble sleeping than I did. I half raised my hand in greeting, but she just scowled back disapprovingly, running back to her trailer across from mine, her oversized navy jumper flapping wildly. Everyone knew Max as the sister of one of the dead Hawkins Highs students.

A few weeks after her and her mom moved into the lot near ours, I noticed that Max seemed to be left alone a lot, apart from when y/n turned up at ungodly hours of the morning to drive her to school. I developed a distant habit of keeping an eye on Max, I knew what it was like to not have a lot of family and be alone more often than not. But it seemed after Y/n’s outburst in the cafeteria yesterday, Max’s opinion of me had dropped rapidly, not that I assumed it was ever glowing.

I flicked the butt of my smoke into neighbouring bushes and jumped from the porch, landing badly and staggering a bit before righting myself. I slid my vest over my t-shirt and swung up into the already unlocked van, switching the a/c on as soon as the engine spluttered to life. I blindly reversed out of our makeshift driveway, speeding off in the direction of the nearest video store, thinking that pizza and movies wasn’t a bad way to spend a Saturday afternoon – hell, I might even really treat myself and plan some of the next Hellfire campaign later in the night as well. I beamed uncontrollably as I thought about Little Hendersons reaction to Vecna's return.

Y/N | October 1985

“And then Vicki laughed. And it wasn’t like a cheap, fake laugh either. It was like… It was a real, genuine laugh.” Robin chattered animatedly as she followed Steve around, practically stepping on the backs of his heels as he stacked returned movies back into their rightful place on the shelves.

“Of course.” He replied in a tone like something was obvious “It’s my Muppet joke. It’s hilarious.” I giggled childishly in my corner behind the counter at their banter. After Steve realised I was high out of my mind, he had grabbed my shoulders and steered me onto the stool behind the register. ‘If I found out who you got it off, I’m going to kill them.” Disappointment dripping from his tone, I had been slightly surprised he didn’t immediately assume I had acquired it from Eddie, but I guess since he was well aware of the disgust everyone assumed I held towards him, he thought I’d smoked with someone else.

Robin might have been dense in the best of situations, but after witnessing my exchange with the metal head in the cafeteria yesterday and my delusional state this morning, I was sure she had put two and two together. Thankfully she kept her big trap shut and didn’t clue Steve in, I didn’t need a classic momma Steve lecture about the dangers of smoking marijuana right now. Ironic since Steve had been the first to corrupt me. My willpower had crumbled as I got ready for work in front of my bedroom mirror, my side table reflecting in the corner of it, I swore it had an angelic light radiating it from it, beckoning me to come closer. I had never made it a habit to turn up to work stoned, but when the choice was between feeling a little buzzed or like I was going to throw my guts up every five minutes, I went with the former. I still had every intention of returning Eddies little ‘gift’ to him, since the bag was so big, I figured he wouldn’t notice a little nugget missing. I had, unfortunately overestimated myself and over-indulged quite a lot, in fact I had never been so high out of my mind.

I laughed loudly as I watched the little figurines dance across the tv screen mounted on a pillar in the middle of the store, noticing that one of the other two had already turned on our morning movie. Steve threw me a scornful look – with just a little bit of Platonical love residing in his eyes as well.

“My point is” Robin continued, ignoring me as I rocked back and forth softly, lost in my own world. “that Vicki laughed, and everything was just like… It was perfect.” Her words reflected a pleasant encounter, but her face was telling a different story.

“-But?” Steve questioned, probing Robin to further explain herself. He strolled into the next isle over, the stack of videos in his arms almost at his eye level. Robin handing him a new tape to replace each one he put away.

“But I’m having this problem, where it’s like I should stop talking, I have said everything I need to say. But then I get nervous, and the words keep spilling out, and it’s like my… my brain is moving faster than mouth… or … or rather my … my mouth is moving faster than my brain. And it’s like I’m digging this hole for myself, and I want to stop digging, I’m trying to stop, but I can’t. And I’m doing it right now, aren’t I?” Robin swung back to face Steve as he finished placing the last of the tapes away.

“Yes, you are.” He retorted kindly, crossing his arms. Robin sucked in a big breath and leant against a poster for a new movie, mimicking his body language.

“That sounds dangerous.” I called out between mouthfuls of red liquorice I snagged from an open packet on the counter, they both turned to look at me with mouths slightly opened.

“What?” Robin laughed; I pointed another liquorice stick in their direction.

“Your brain moving faster than your mouth. That sounds dangerous.” I munched on another bite of the lolly slowly. “You should really get that checked out.” Robin grinned awkwardly at me and Steve thew his hand up in the air irritatingly. I nodded at Robin wisely and turned back to my movie, abstinently fiddling with Steve’s carefully stacked tapes near the register.

“What the hell are we supposed to do with her.” Steve placed his hands back on his hips. “I am not babying her today; I have a date with Linda so I’m clocking off early.”

“Well, you are the babysitter.” Robin mumbled, turning away from Steve so he couldn’t see her smile, heading to the back room. Steve followed her, putting up a futile argument and waving his arms about madly.

I was too engrossed in the motions of my hands as I straightened the videos on the countertop, that I missed the sound of the store doorbell twinkling, signalling the arrival of another customer. I also overlooked the familiar sweet cologne invading the store. I didn’t look up from the desk until cold rough hands, with silver rings on each finger, placed themselves over mine, forcing them to be still. I looked up to meet Eddies dark eyes, his eyes always sparkled with untold secrets. My untold secrets. He cocked his head to the side like he was waiting for an answer to an unspoken question. He didn’t look much different outside of school, except his wasn’t repping his usual Hellfire shirt. It was odd, his club merch had become as much a part of him as his thick brown curls. I watched as a hand reached up to lightly tug on a ringlet of his hair, not releasing it was my own, I giggled as the softness of it tickled my fingers tips.

The afternoon sun broke through the clouds for a moment, streaming in through the window and sending beams to shimmer off of his face, his normally black-ish eyes shone brilliantly, and I could see that they were a deep brown. Like golden pots of honey, the gold specks in them glistening spectacularly. The word tumbled from my lips before I had a chance to stop it.

“Pretty…” I murmured, his curl still wrapped around my finger, he jolted slightly, causing it to fall from my hand.

Eddie leant over the counter a little further, staring deeper into my depth. His stretched shirt moved a little as he bent towards me, exposing a chest tattoo I didn’t know he had. I couldn’t tear my eyes from his naked torso, watching a light trail of hair disappear beneath his pant line.

“Are you okay y/n?” He asked forcefully, I got the impression it wasn’t the first time he had tried asking me. His brown eyes searched my face, looking for what, I couldn’t tell. I burst out laughing, rocking back on the three-legged stool almost toppling over. Eddie reached out reflectively, impressively quick, to steady me. He dropped his hand instantly as soon as he righted me. I pursed my lips to stifle another laugh.

“S’all good Edward, just a little high.” His eyes flashed with something, too quick for me to make out what, at the use of his full name. It had slipped past my lips accidently. I pressed my hands to cover my face, meeting his gaze through my spread fingers as I awaited to be reprimanded over it.

“Clearly.” He groaned, sounding just as disappointed as Steve. I didn’t know why he’d care; he was my goddamn dealer for heavens sake. “Just go easy on that stuff I left you, it’s strong.” He looked over my shoulder at something, picking up one of Steve’s tapes, turning over in his hands and examining it too closely. He’s waiting for a thankyou I realised. Well then, he was in for a rude shock.

‘Uh, yeah about that –“ I began, ready to unleash my very carefully rehearsed speech but he cut me off.

“Don’t worry about it, flattery works with me, so first one’s a freebee, should last you a while – as long as you don’t go as hard as you did this morning. Let me know when you need a refill.” He flashed a cheeky smile at me. I scoffed and looked at him like he was insane, but he wouldn’t meet my stare as he placed the movie back. Raised voices wafted over to us, effectively cutting off any response from me.

“Oh, hi there, sorry for the wait. What can I help you wi-“ Steve stopped in his tracks, ogling Eddie up and down. “What are you doing here Munson?” Steve came to stand between us protectively.

“I’m here to rent a movie Harrington.” He gestured widely around him, pointing at the masses of shelves holding every single movie released in the last twenty years. “Obviously.”

Steve looked down at me, examining my face as I refused to meet his observant eyes, knowing there was guilt plastered over my face.

He swerved back to Eddie, solving the puzzle now that he was seeing us in the same room. “Did you do this to her?” He bellowed. God bless Steve, he had never won a fight, well except for that time with the one Russian soldier, but he was still willing to get his ass kicked defending my honour. Robin bumped into a wall of snacks, breaking the tension with a loud crinkle of chips as she somehow managed to step on a pack. Eddie looked back at me once more, appraising me with his attentive eyes, complete uninterest embellishing his face. He ran his tongue wetly over his lips as I peeked up through my eyelashes at him.

“Nah, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He spun on his heels and headed towards the door, slightly shouldering Steve. Steve grunted and stared daggers at his back. Eddie paused at the door and threw me a stunning grin, putting all his teeth on display.

“Oh, by the way, I’ll see you at Hellfire y/n.” He laughed and swaggered out the glass door, setting off the bell again. I clicked my tongue as I felt both Robins and Steve’s heavy glares fall on me, shrinking away from the intensity of them.

“What the hell was the about?” Steve asked me accusingly, spreading his hands on the countertop. Robin raised her eyebrows behind him, seconding his question.

I feigned innocence. “No idea.” I shrugged, fiddling with the hem of my green work vest. Neither of them believed me.

“Freak.” Steve muttered, turning away from me. At that moment the door chimed again, emitting a group of giggling seniors I recognised from school and the attention was effectively off of me for the remainder of the shift. Steve made a beeline for the girls and Robin came to stand by to admire from a distance, I laughed along with her as quizzical expressions surrounded Steve as he repeated his Muppet joke, failing exceptionally.

Eddie | November 1985

Weeks had passed since I had driven Dustin and the others home for the first time from Hellfire club, the freshman fit into Hellfire like there were already perfectly moulded spots for them, eagerly awaiting their arrival. Life continued on as it usually did, with a few variations. Y/n attended all Hellfire meetings, shaping into to her own rightful position. She drove her brother and his friends to the campaign, sometimes she would leave if we were running extremely late and she had a test to study for, trusting me to return them safely to her. She rarely participated in DnD itself, she would say that she just wasn’t as interested in it as the rest of us, but the truth was she was just terribly bad at it, although she’d never admit it. I would catch her placing her book down and siting straight up to watch with unwavering eyes during a particularly exciting moment. She’d gone through seven books since the first meeting – I’d counted. My heart had nearly dropped into my stomach when I saw the battered copy of The Lord of the rings clutched at her side, thinking it was mine. But I dogeared my books and – as perfect y/n did – she had neatly tagged hers with colour coded sticky notes.

I couldn’t comprehend how she concentrated on reading with the noises our campaigns created. I would half mount the table frequently, stomping as I dramatically acted out the images my words painted. I had long gotten over her presence and her judgmental looks, she would quite often look up from whichever book engrossed her, at the sound of my voice and observe me for a few minutes. She thought she was sneaky, but I always sensed her eyes on me, sometimes I would purposefully meet her gaze so I could see the satisfying blush creep at her neck at the indignation of being caught. She still didn’t trust leaving Dustin alone with me, but her company didn’t interrupt the campaigns.

Only my concertation, I was always painfully aware of her, no matter where she sat in the room, I had gone to the lengths of supporting a rubber band and snapping it against my wrist whenever I got too distracted by her. The others had questioned my new fashion statement, but I had brushed them off saying I was trying to kick smoking. ‘It’s bad for business to consume one’s own supply’ I would say, laughing to convince them it wasn’t something serious.

Gareth and Jeff had cornered me at lunch over the apparent obvious tension between y/n and I. I had told them to shut their trap and mind their businesses, but they hadn’t been wrong. We hadn’t spoken once about her catching me in her bedroom or running into her at her job. At first, we just hadn’t been alone together and had the chance to speak. But then as the weeks passed by we seemed to develop an unspoken agreement to act like nothing occurred. I had once had the chance to catch up with her during school hours, about a week after running into her at her job. Principal Higgins had spent a good twenty minutes belittlingly me after he caught me smoking behind the bleachers, so I was running late to my next class. Y/n was alone at her locker, in the hallway I was passing by, fumbling with the code. I had hesitated on the edge of approaching her, something very close to - the fear of rejection – twisted in my stomach. I wasn’t sure how different her reaction to me would be outside of the Hellfire meetings. By the time I’d made my mind up to take the risk anyway, she’d skipped off to her next class.

With our little Hellfire routine settling comfortably into place, the dynamic of our relationship had slightly shifted, almost intangibly. We were by no means best friends, but no longer enemies either. Instead of throwing me death stares in calculus, y/n would shift her position slightly, always out of Mr Mundy’s sight, to expose her test answers to me. I would shoot her a grateful smile and she’d return an uncertain one. My same thoughts reflecting on her face. How did we get here?

My glance flickered over to her now, she was lounging across some spare cafeteria chairs and had her legs crossed and brought up to her chest, a nearby candle sending flickering shadows across her relaxed face as her tongue sat between her lips and she focused on her book.

I snapped the rubber band against my wrist painfully, looking back at the engaged faces of Hellfire.

“It’s Vecnas cult.” Mike yelled; Dustin banged the table anxiously with his fists, next to him.

“Time out, time out.” Jeff called, making a ‘T’ symbol with his hands. I grinned, knowing where this was going. The boys gathered in a circle, crossing their arms over each other’s shoulders and burrowed their heads close together. I brushed a patch of dust that had settled on my end of the table and pulled my hair back from my face, waiting for the team to come to their decision. Dustin’s voice carried over the others as they each fought for control of the decision.

“How many hit points do you guys have left.” A sodden murmur was his response, Dustin’s shoulders sagged in defeat. Crouching in my chair, I caressed my neck, trying to smooth the emerging fire from within. At first, I thought I had just over done it and was losing my voice, but now I suspected a head cold was on it's way. Suddenly wanting to end the game at the standpoint, I croaked out loudly than any of them.

“There is no shame in running.” Dustin, Lucas and Mike’s eyes all flashed to meet mine, surely remembering the first time they’d heard me say that. Y/n snapped her book shut, sending up the dust that covered the ledge behind her, into a smothering cloud. She coughed and waved her hand to clear the air.

“Come on, we have to go home anyway Dustin. Surely you guys can finish later?” She asked pleadingly, her eyes falling to my face for permission. I waved my hand absentmindedly.

“We’ll continue this at another time.” Hellfire’s outrage at my words was quickly overpowered by y/n’s tone.

“I have an exam bright and early tomorrow, and so does Eddie.” Her attitude was unrelenting and left no room for arguments. She threw me a look that said you better have studied. I gave her a quick low bow as she slung her bag over her shoulder.

My suspected head cold turned out to be the full-blown flu, rendering me bed bound for almost two weeks in our stifling hot trailer. My uncle had hesitated at my door every night before he left for work, asking what he could do to help but not wanting to catch it as well. I had smiled appreciatively, ensuring him it wasn’t as bad as it looked.

“Us Munson’s are hard to kill.” I whispered, sweat gleaming on my bare chest. He grinned at my tangent and left me to ride it out, leaving me a glass of water on my bedside, that I gulped down eagerly when I woke up in the early hours of the next morning.

By the time I had made it back to school, I had missed both Mr Mundy’s exam and the next Hellfire meeting. My chains rattled against my pant pocket as I made my way to my locker, my jacket and vest swinging with me as I jostled my arms back and forth. I groaned as the familiar sea of green jersey jackets came thundering down the packed hallway towards me. I refused to part to the side of the walkway.

“Freak.” One of the jocks yelled as I pushed through them, shouldering in between them as strong arms pushed back. Another day in paradise. I thought charmingly. I had only decided to stop into my locker briefly to grab some pain relief for the headache that was taking its sweet ass time to disappear, before meeting the rest of the Hellfire club for lunch. I had already mentally prepared myself for the onslaught of requests for tonight’s meeting. They were like addicts, one missed week of Hellfire and they were already feening, practically tackling me when they saw me in homeroom this morning. You’d think I’d died and come back to life with how happy they were to see me. As much as I liked to complain, I had to admit it was nice to know my presence would be missed if I did vanish. My locker opened up with a loud clang, the door slamming back against the neighbouring one. My lunch plans were quickly derailed as a torn piece of paper fluttered to the ground at my feet. I bent down quickly to pick it up before anyone could take notice. In the neatest, loopiest handwriting I had ever seen, was a message quickly scribbled on the crumpled paper.

Meet me in the woods at lunch.

Chapter Six

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Thomas Andrew Felton (born 22 September 1987) is an English actor, who is best known for his portrayal of Draco Malfoy in every film in the Harry Potter film series.

Born in Epsom, Surrey, he grew up in Epsom with his mother, Sharon, his father, Peter, and his three older siblings, Jonathan, Ashley and Chris. Felton.

In 2022 he directed the premiere of the film Fantastic Beasts: The Secrets of Dumbledore.

On 13 October 2022, his memoir Beyond the Wand - The Magic and Mayhem of Growing Up a Wizard was released.

Felton attended Howard of Effingham School until May of 2004.

Felton's favourite car brand is BMW.

Felton listens to rap and hip-hop music.

Felton visits St Lawrence in New York almost annually to compete in the Carping Competition.[citation needed]

Felton currently has music videos on YouTube, under the account "feltbeats", featuring him singing and playing guitar. His songs can also be bought on the iTunes Store and Amazon.com.

Felton also appeared on Eight Out of Ten Cats, a comedy panel show about public opinion, news and statistics. It was during this appearance that host, Jimmy Carr, treated him in a comedically patronising manner, (due to his being noticeably younger than the other panellists), particularly at his excitement about the at-the-time new Transformers film.

Felton was the first of several actors from The Borrowers to appear in the Harry Potter films; others include Mark Williams (Arthur Weasley) and Jim Broadbent (Horace Slughorn).

Felton's real-life ex-girlfriend Jade Olivia plays his on-screen wife Astoria Greengrass in Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: Part 2.

Felton's real hair colour is a dark blond and he has, to date (December 2010), dyed his hair 18 times for the films.

Felton is one of the thirteen actors to appear in all eight Harry Potter films.

Felton's co-star and on-screen enemy Emma Watson had a crush on Tom in the earlier films.

Felton was sorted into Gryffindor on Pottermore rather than Slytherin, the house of Draco Malfoy and the one he had personally identified with. Series author J. K. Rowling agreed with this sorting, however, noting that she "could've told [Tom] that years ago".

Felton has acted alongside both Fiennes brothers - Ralph Fiennes in the Harry Potter films, and Joseph Fiennes in the 2016 film Risen.

Felton's role as Julian Albert/Dr Alchemy on "The Flash" also referenced his role as Draco due to the Philosopher's Stone, which the main villain Savitar relied on, as that was also his first movie.

Emma Watson penned the foreword to Felton's memoir, Beyond the Wand - The Magic and Mayhem of Growing Up a Wizard .

#Tom Felton

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I saw you talking about what shawn's future should've looked like realistically. Can you elaborate more?

first off, i want to recommend reading the two roads diverged series for having the best characterization of both shawn and cory that i've ever seen and that includes post bmw canon.

the thing with gmw!shawn is that michael jacobs stopped understanding the character. shawn, at his core, is quoted by rider strong as being a tragedy. shawn is meant to bring realism and sadness to a sometimes too cliche show, and that just.....stopped happening in gmw. i understand that because the show was on disney they were limited in what they could and couldn't do, but in that case, shawn just never should've been brought back. gmw's biggest and ugliest mistake was the destruction of shawn's character.

in bmw seasons 5 and 7, we learn that shawn struggles with alcoholism, having come from a long line of addicts. personally i just do not believe that there is a world where shawn hunter does not have severe addiction issues as an adult. the alcoholism story aside, shawn has a very addictive personality. (and #tome, the two roads diverged series is simple and utter perfection, so it is canon to me that shawn has an illegitimate child that he was kept from.) on the note of that storyline, the romantacization of chet is the absolute worst of michael jacobs' crimes.

as viewers, we watched chet abandon shawn on numerous occasions, are told that he was physically abusive to jack's mom (and it's implied in "we'll have a good time then" that he was physically abusive to shawn as well), gaslight shawn and blame shawn for his own shortcomings. "we'll have a good time" is imo a perfect episode for the way that it portrays chet and shawn's justified anger toward him, but once chet dies (and this is a HUGE bmw problem as well) he's portrayed as being a hero bc he's the "parent who stayed." nope. never happened. he stayed for periods, but so did virna, who was likely escaping her husband's abuse when she left. chet encouraging shawn in gmw to give maya a chance was absolute bullshit considering that chet never gave shawn a chance, and despite what he said on his death bed, he ALWAYS made it seem like shawn was the reason he didn't stick around.

shawn ending up with k*ty, an expy of chet, also makes me want to vomit. maya was the show's shawn, her father was the show's virna, so obviously and canonically, k*ty is the show's chet. if the show had chosen to portray shawn ending up with another version of his father as a tragedy, i probably wouldn't have minded as much, but they portray it like it's shawn's happy ending. NO. GOODBYE. turner was able to be a father figure to shawn without boning his mom, so why couldn't shawn be a father figure to maya without boning hers? sexism :) and mj's obsession w cliched "happy endings" (i swear greatest moment of my life as a stannie was someone asking rider how he felt about sh*ty and he simply said that he enjoys working w the actress and left it at that. king of knowing bad writing)

i also want to note that i don't think shawn wanting to distance himself from riley was bad writing, but the way that it was portrayed was. i think that shawn would want to distance himself from the matthews kids because he would feel that he doesn't deserve them and would only make their lives worse. his obsession with cory and topanga's happiness and his own feelings that he doesn't deserve the two of them would easily and obviously play into this if shawn was written as the same character he was on bmw. but that's the biggest issue. shawn was simply not the same character on gmw that he was in the original series.

so what would i have wanted for shawn? if i'm writing a sequel, and it's not on disney, it would basically be two roads diverged series. shawn achieves success, gets to be rich and have everything he wants on paper, but is still struggling with his self harming tendencies (addiction, self harm, etc) and lamenting over his lost love cory. cory gets a storyline where he comes to terms with the fact that he is a gay man and eventually leaves topanga (who gets her own story arc coming to terms with her failed marriage and her anger at giving things, ie yale, up for cory) for a chance at winning shawn, his true love, back. shawn and cory end up together, shawn is able to be happy in lots of therapy and learning to put himself first. chet's history as an abuser is acknowledged and shawn either adopts a child or finds out that he has a child, who he absolutely dotes on and is the best father ever.

bc imo, characterizing shawn as anything but a non binary bisexual who is in love with cory matthews is taking away a core piece of his character. can't find the source but god fucking bless the bmw writer who said that he based shawn and cory off of gay couples that he knew and that they would've written that as explicit if they'd been allowed.

also #justiceforangela :)

#shawn hunter #boy meets world #meta

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jingu-u · 1 year

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main, side, spoti, 🥑🐹📂, insta, soundcloud, fhstwt

LOVE LOVE LOVE !! : otoño, frunas, obleas, vainilla, lq pics & loops accs, música, cantar, hacer playlists, 00's/10's c.n + disney cartoons, series & movies, monster high, vocaloid, bee & puppycat, fhs, bt21, bangtan, gatos, chigüiros (capybaras), rilakkuma y kaoru, detective conan, your lie in april, glee, snk, she-ra (2018) | ok: body neutrality

HATE HATE HATE !! : calor, capacitismo, misoginia, clasismo no irónico, body shaming & "positivity", racismo, PERSONAS SIN CRITERIO PROPIO, hipocresía, fatfobia, xenofobia, lgbtqia+fobia (+bifobia, panfobia, transfobia, acefobia, arofobia), akgaes, saessangs, company stans, ONLYS CASTROSAS, locals

T W // : bizarre sounds/pictures, flashing lights, SCREAMERS!!!!

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LOVE ZONE (๑ﾉ •͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠)ﾉ NOW PLAYING : U ♡⁠ (⁠˃͈⁠ ᴗ ⁠˂͈⁠ ⁠༶⁠ ⁠)

☆ they would never do wrong aka my best k-girly girls + boys: seokjin, yoongi, jungkook, hobi, soohyun, taemin, kibum, jonghyun, dahyun, momo, mina, jihyo, jeongyeon, jieun, sunoo, heesung, soraru, mafumafu, taehyun, soobin, hueningkai, chaewon, eunchae, kazuha, soyeon, yuqi

☆ comfort characters + pixelitos 2d que me caen re pana o están MUY bien escritos:

eric 😭😭😭, cory, topanga, shawn, mr. phoene (bmw) • blaine, kurt, brittany, santana, mercedes (glee) • rj, chimmy (bt21) • mouri ran, kuroba kaito (detective conan) • miyazono kaori, kōsei arima (your lie in april) • toast, puppycat, bee, cardamon (bee & puppycat) • BONNIE 😭😭😭😭😭, lily, mai, joy, springtrap, maggie, puppet, bon, toddy, meg, frededdy, cami (fhs) • julekka, rose (mlb) • escorpia, entrapta, bow, adora, catra (she-ra 2018) • bonnibel, marceline, jake, finn, phoebe, simon (hda) • rigby, eileen, pops (regular show) • pearl, peridot, rose quartz, amethyst, lars, jasper (s.u) • wendy, stanley pines, soos, bill cipher (g.f)

☆ pixiamistades por las que me dejaría poner una bala en el craneo irl (así como lo haría por bangtan/alguno de mis otros favs y/o demás aficiones preciadas para mí) :

♡ angelitas gc (putas se que uds no leen una poronga de estas weas xq COMO YO son unas pajeras pero,,, in case alguna lea, nada ya le saben las adoro son mis pajeras favoritas nunca me falten las amo)

♡ cony (maybe tampoco leas bec esta pseudo-carrd es un puterio MUY pesado de cargar o leer por tanta wea que le puse pero you know damn well qué pienso de ti, nada tqm demasiado flaca jamás me faltes)

♡ eze (pana 😭😭😭😭 literalmente nos conocemos hace nada pero siento y conectamos re bien porque ambos somos igual de delulos por los cabezones y afsjsk nada tqm mucho, te cargas UN TALENTAZO pa los trazos, DIOS ENSERIO TE BESO EL CRÁNEO PORQUE ERES UN PUTO GENIO CON LAS IDEAS QUE TE MANDAS y eres una persona muy vacana 🫶 , eso <'33, fr te agarré mucho cariño y confianza rápidamente y espero nos podamos seguir conociendo más 🥹💗)

♡ mamberitos gc (no words, just decirles que 1. ESTÁN BASADISIMOS LOS TQM MUCHO y 2. NO están feos, SÍ combinan 🫰)

♡ sophie (TE AMO GRACIAS POR TENER TANTAS AFICIONES WEABOOS EN COMÚN CONMIGO 😭😭😭 ERES UN SOL ENSERIO TE QUIERO BANDA TE ADORO

- pausa para autoconciencia momento (será que alguna si leerá esto TT? adsgbghkgj meh idc igual lo hago porque soy maricona y TENGO la necesidad patológica de expresarlo públicamente) so,,, sigo -

♡ mile (oh girl YOU DON'T EVEN HAVE A IDEA de lo que yo era como armada antes de conocerte,,, gracias por ayudarme a encontrar el camino de la inner peace para no ser purpurina básica status quo con you know what and whose fr ty veri mucho btw enserio me caes re pana y te re quiero muak)

♡ layla (PANA COMO ES POSIBLE QUE VIVAMOS EN EL MISMO PLATANAL Y NO NOS HAYAMOS ENCONTRADO NI UNA SOLA VEZ tatkdulekts SOY MOCOS I HATE HERE 😭😭😭😭 ... ya serios ay pana nada en la re buena contigo también te re quiero mucho eres una chimba de persona y sabes que pa las que seas cuentas conmigo)

y bno,,, pa cerrar la agenda maricona de una manera NO tan emo, les dejo esta canción que es EL tema más real de amistad que si nunca se los dedicaron (xq como yo no tuvieron amistades muy chimbas backthen) se los dedico yo ahora kkk denle *tap* al corazoncito de abajo para que les abra la canción, m retiro mucha omosesualidad por un día bye

pd: si no reconocen la canción we no longer frens anymore *angry 👉👈*

💗 ~

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BYF !! • pa la gente del nicho (army/kpoptwt) que vea esto:

NO SOY ONLY PERO ✨ PRIORIZO A BTS ✨ , les chillo de manera INSANA al jinkook (tanto individualmente y/o en conjunto (ya que los 2 son mi comfort dúo y los amo a ambos por igual como no tienen idea se los juro)), hablo MUCHO de mis hiperfijaciones varias y vida en general, a veces hago music rants, escucho ggs y k-solistas femeninas + algun@s artistas western y derivad@s, tuiteo en spanglish involuntariamente, stream, votaciones, etc, silencioso (a veces subo capturas tho), uso modismos de mi país (al igual que otros de latam más generales) y (la gran mayoría del tiempo) tone indicators, suelo usar caritas y emojis irónica y no irónicamente, me la paso más en la side/complain acc, me pongo candado en casi todas mis cuentas cuando NO ando activa como para interactuar o responder dms !! (so ya le saben, NO me falta responsabilidad afectiva o me hago la rogada, SIMPLEMENTE soy una pelotuda con tdah que no sabe manejar sus horarios y de paso la caga mucho irl inconscientemente kkk so PLZ be gentle w me or either 😭🔪)

DFi / DNi !! • NO me sigas ni/o interactues sí :

-15/+20's, CHRONICALLY ONLINE, basic dfi criteria, edgy a*f (no eres diferente DAS VERGÜENZA date cuenta), anti de mis stan list o temas de interés, llevas demasiado lejos la "kpop over morals" agenda, only castrosa con complejo de comunista , te quejas del racismo pero de igual forma cuando tienes chance por estupideces sin sentido eres racista, te cagas en gente fácil de tirar hate, rebajas mujeres para quedar bien o hacer quedar bien a alguien más, te relacionas con solos intensas (tirando a akgaes) ó que de plano SON akgaes/antis de los demás miembros de bts)), validas fansites saessangs apesar de la mierda que hacen solo por el contenido que proveen, no puedes pasar jodas a largo plazo i N O F E N S I V A S (pls get a life) !!!, te tomas twt MUY enserio, crees amar al jinkook y a yoongi más que yo?¿!!! /j

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BYF !! • pa quienes son tan delusionales por los cabezones como yo:

- soy fan de fnafhs NO de eddoo !! aunque igual como artista y por su espíritu de creatividad le sigo guardando una fibra de respeto so no sé,,, tomenlo cómo quieran

- doy fb (fb = follow back) selectivo (incluso si en mi perfíl aparece que sigo a más gente de la que me sigue LMAO (aunque bno igual esto es principalmente porque sigo muchan fanaccs y bots de todos mis intereses conjuntamente kkk))

- sigo la serie desde 2017 pero recién este año (2023) me integré al subtwt de la serie /kkcrying

- VEO AL FREDEDDY COMO HERMANOS !! (raja de acá si también los ves como hermanos y los shippeas de manera incestuosa 🔪🔪🔪🔪 si shippeas frededdy sin verlos como hermanos sino como 2 individuos que comparten un cuerpo no me molesta (tanto) tho)

- mis otps son bxb <'33 (SÍ SOY BÁSICA Y QUÉ STFU TENGO TRAUMAS SIN RESOLVER Y JAMÁS QUEDARÉ CONTENTA HASTA QUE EL CANON NO MUESTRE BIEN EL POV DEL MECHIMORADO Y LES DEN UN BUEN FINAL A MIS PAPÁS afsksgldfejiffn *stares madly at queerbaitchan*), megloy & maiggie !! pero igual me gustan el resto de dinámicas y ships (non problemáticos) de fhs 🤍 ~

- CREO FIRMEMENTE QUE TODOS LOS PERSONAJES TIENEN SUBTEXTO QUEER (tanto implicito como explícito) y EN LA SUPREMACÍA DE PUPPET TRANSMASC & JOY TRANSFEM !!

- me desaparezco indefinidamente de redes cuando ando a mil con estudios/trabajo e irl stuff, PERO !!! si necesitas hablar al priv (y tenemos el grado de confianza para hacerlo y lo hemos hecho antes) no dudes en hacerlo <3 mi dm siempre estará abierto para tí 🫶

- AMO DE SOBREMANERA ESTUPIDA Y RIDICULAMENTE GRANDE A BONNIE (YALL DON'T EVEN KNOW GUYS 😭🔫🔫🔫), por ende mi brainriot fnafhsero el 75% de las veces gira en torno a él.

(no encontré ni UN solo gif de bonnie (el cabezón mechimorao) by his own (estoy llorando) so nada tocó con la chocopandilla ✌️ (igual y los toys siguen siendo mis ults pero bno it's ok at least con ellos mi scrunkly tiene amigibis así que still 👍))

DFi / DNi !! • NO me sigas ni/o interactues sí :

× crees amar a bonnie más que yo ?¿!/(#+_®°{¥π×√×€ /hj

× eres menor de 13 años o mayor de 23 (no subo nada nsfw solo no quiero ser guardería ni personal de un geriátrico /j | si somos moots está bien tho)

× eres provida

× no sabes respetar pronombres que vayan más allá de los cis-normativos !!

× NO SABES COMO INTERACTUAR CON MENORES DE MANERA NORMAL!!! (si eres así ojalá y te pongan orden de restricción para que no te acerques a ningunx nuevamente)

× usas: "feminista" o te refieres al feminismo de manera peyorativa junto a otros términos que escuchaste hablar de moda sin saber bien que eran y nunca te informaste sobre ello pero igual los sigues usando para hacerte interesante

× eres radfem e invalidas mujeres u hombres trans (si eres terf sigue a Jk Rowling no a mí, incluso si simpatizo con el feminismo y varias de sus ramas no tolero/soporto/apoyo/etc esto)

× apoyas creadores de contenido (youtubers, artistas, voice actors, etc) abiertamente problemáticos :]

× eres proshipper (shippeas cosas problemáticas: incesto, abusador y víctima, pedofilia, etc)

× peleas por ships (NO problemáticos)

× irrespetas gustos ajenos esperando que no te digan nada por ello

× se te suben los humos por tener algo de microfama siendo un pixel más del subtwt :D

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• NOTE » para dejar de seguir da sb (sb = soft block) que no eres un biti o alguna de mis k-girly girls pa yo ser fan :]

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STAN LIST ~ ♪

- ults: #방탄소년단 : BTS (OT7)

- stan : #샤이니: 5HINee (OT5)

#아도라 : ADORA (SOLOIST)

- support :

iu, twice, txt, newjeans, le sserafim, shuya . soffee . izykite . jiae . som hevin . byeoleun . belle . (SK)

the driver era, sabrina carpenter (USA)

after the rain (JPN)

- regulars :

seori . suran . heize . stella jang . saay . (g)i-dle . youha . jo yuri . kwon eunbi . taeyeon . bibi . fromis_9 . loona . stayc . billie . mamamoo (+soloists) . red velvet . enhypen . kenshi yonezu . eve . back number . aurora .

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thanks for reading 💬

bye ~

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