#ch: b. buckley.

[surviveds]

"so, funny thing..." it's said with the beaming grin that buck can't seem to lose in tommy's presence, his fingers working to unzip his jacket - revealing the LAFD crest across his right breast, proudly emblazoned with 217 rather than 118. buck taps the tip of his index finger against the digits as he slides into the chair next to @doomdays, snorting and rolling his eyes in tandem. "chim very gladly pointed out that this is actually your shirt. i musta grabbed it by accident this morning. so, ah... my bad." there's hardly any real regret in the words, though; buck's amusement is clear instead, teeth catching his lower lip in a half-hearted attempt to dim his smile.

[eddiediazismyhusband]

Married Buddie Headcanons

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This came about from an ask by @mattsire and I have FINALLY gotten around to sitting down and typing them out— i would like everyone to know i now have a note in my notes app full of these with no context

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- everyone assumed buck would be the bridezilla, but in reality he was pretty tame compared to eddie who using the subtle excuse of “i never got to do this with my first wedding” to get his way on everything

- buck constantly made suggestive jokes about their wedding night in the weeks leading up to it, but when the night finally got there, buck passed out as soon as they reached the hotel room; eddie thought this was super adorable

- they don’t spoon in bed; they will spoon on the couch watching tv (alternating big spoon/little spoon) but when they lay down to sleep, they prefer to face each other so that the last thing they see before sleep and the first thing they see when they wake up is each other

- buck wakes up first every morning to make breakfast— he’s a big morning person anyway and he loves to cook for his boys— he absentmindedly hums or lightly sings as he cooks breakfast, and eddie will stand in the dining room, hiding behind the wall, to listen. buck has never caught him to this day.

- buck loves driving and eddie hates it, so more often than not eddie is buck’s passenger princess in the Jeep.

- eddie remains very professional when they are at work; there is the occasional stolen kiss, hand holding under the table, kiss on the cheek/forehead, but for the most part they stick to simply sitting next to each other whenever they can- their knees often pressing together. At home, however, eddie hangs off buck like a koala; as soon as he realized his feelings for buck, he could not get enough of touching/holding on to buck as often as he could, whether it be holding hands at dinner, wrapping his arms around buck from behind and tucking his chin over buck’s shoulder (or vice versa), cuddling on the couch, laying his head in buck’s lap, leaning his head on buck’s shoulder

- buck and eddie cannot agree on a shower temperature; they have only attempted the forray into sharing one time and ended up bickering about the temperature before eddie gave up and let buck win— they’ve never tried since

- eddie slips into saying spanish sweet-nothings to buck constantly, buck taking the time to learn all of them whenever he heard a new one

- buck will sometimes pull eddie close in his sleep so that their chests lie flush against each other and he can feel eddie’s heartbeat.

- they love going all out for their anniversary; fancy restaurant, night at a hotel, grand gestures. eddie likes to spoil buck and buck lets him because he knows how much eddie likes it

- buck is intento on following the anniversary gift list by year; hiding a secret clipboard on which he plans all future gifts for eddie as new ideas come to him (for their first anniversary, buck had gotten eddie a paper-scrap art piece that was a portrait of chris)

- eddie followed the anniversary gift list for their first anniversary only when he gifted buck official adoption papers for chris

- eddie kept his paper vows and keeps them in an antique box that was passed down from his abuelo; alongside it he keeps a small wallet-size photo that buck had taken of them early on in their friendship

- buck made a scrapbook photo album of their wedding and keeps it displayed on the coffee table as a coffee table book

- ik some people like the buckley-diaz hyphenation (and i am absolutely not against that at all) but i am one of the Buck Diaz girlies who hc’s that he drops Buckley altogether

- he and eddie have complimentary tattoos on their ring fingers; buck has an “E” for eddie, and eddie has a “B” for buck.

- buck also got a linework tattoo based on a photo of him, eddie, and chris tattooed on the left side of his chest, over his heart; in the same spot, eddie has “e-c-b”

- they both have their wedding date tattooed under their chest ones

- even after a fight, they don’t sleep apart, because buck has nightmares and can only be grounded by eddie holding him; eddie has nightmares too, but they are less frequent than buck’s

- their wedding bands are simply gold bands, but inside they are engraved; inside buck’s it says “have my back any day” and inside eddie’s it says “and you can have mine”

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Baring Teeth {Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader} - Ch. 7

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Chapters: Masterlist (Go here to see list of chapters.)

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Tropes: Enemies to Lovers, Non-Traditional Omegaverse, Slow burn, Modern!AU, Mechanic!Eddie

⚠️Warnings: Ab*se, Violence, Mental Health, Cursing, Smut (mild), treat it as a normal Enemies 2 Lovers book, but the A/B/O dynamic will appear at some point. Trauma, manipulation, dirty talk, omegaverse topics.

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Chapter 7

“Please, please, give me a break, I can’t do this again, please!” You yelled while laying on the hospital’s bed, your upper body propped up with each foot hooked into some metal pedals in each corner of the bed to keep your legs spread.

The doctor pulled away, looking up from in between your legs with pity eyes and shook her head.

“We can’t stop the process sweetheart, a pause can cause an alteration and we’re already more than halfway there! I promise!” You were processing what she was saying, with tears streaming down your cheeks, your bottom lip busted open from biting onto it way too hard to control your cries. The pain was unbearable, feeling like you were being split open, your insides being ripped apart. 

But you wanted this. You both wanted this. Something is wrong with you, it has to be. There’s no other explanation for it, no matter if the doctors ran a bunch of tests on you and said everything should really be fine, you didn’t believe that. Something was not working, but you really wanted this. 

So you nodded for your doctor to proceed, and the pain worsened from there.

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“Buckley!” You busted the bar doors open in a slam, red faced, completely pissed off, already strutting towards the all too well booth and there she was. Hiding behind Steve at the corner of the seat, and your glare was digging a bullet through her skull. Robin gulped and looked over Steve’s shoulder.

“H-Hi! I’m sorry I didn’t–”

“Sorry?! You left me to do Hargrove’s presentation all by myself! And now I find you drinking again after telling me you felt sick in your stomach today! What’s the fucking deal Robin!?” You were pissed, so much, you didn’t notice the man sitting across Robin while he took a sip of his beer.

“Shit, baby, I’m sorry– I just didn't feel like going into work today either, and now I feel better!” She tried to excuse herself but you shook your head at her, sitting inside the booth, right next to the man that was looking at you as if you were crazy because you still hadn’t noticed him, and now you were sitting next to him.

Your eyes were filled with rage, and also another feeling you didn’t want to feel with Robin. You were feeling used. As if she had taken advantage of you for this project, but you didn’t even have to punish her for it, because–

“Beer for She-Hulk.” You heard Jonathan talk, and he knew you too well, placing the cold beer right in front of your face. Whenever you were angry, you ordered beer instead of a sweet drink. You grabbed onto the bottle and took a large sip of it, Steve’s eyes frowning in worry as he looked back and forth to you and the man next to you.

“Um–” Robin began and you slammed your bottle on the table, giving a huge sigh. You looked down at the condensation of the bottle, and you knew you would have to deliver the news to Robin. So without looking up, you kept staring at the label of the beer.

“Mrs. Liana took you off our project.” And silence fell on the table. Robin was looking at you, completely perplexed as you kept looking down at the bottle. She knew she didn’t help you much with the project, but it still stung in her heart that she was ripped away from it.

“You didn’t stop her?” She asked you and you looked up at her with a frown on your eyebrows.

“What did you want me to say? All the beta presentations of the project were done by me because you didn’t know what to say Robs. No matter if I did a speech for you or not! And then, the final presentation and you didn’t show either!” You did try to help Robin be more into the project, knowing it was a big opportunity for the both of you, but she was busy with Vickie visiting, or going out with Steve, or ‘feeling sick’.

Robin was looking now at her own bottle of beer, feeling completely dejected. She knew she had it coming, her own negligence kicking her right back in the ass. She sighed and took a sip of her drink, giving you a nod.

“It’s fine. I deserve it. But it means more work for you then.” You wanted to yell at her, telling her that she didn’t really help, so it would really just remain the same for you. You took a deep breath in, calmed down, and gave Robin a nod.

“Yes. But it’s fine, I can handle it.” You shrugged and took another sip, a little bit calmer now. You were stressed because of this, because it meant all the meetings and getting together with clients will be thrown your way, but this was nothing. You liked the distraction.

“Hey, I’m sorry… I had my head stuck in useless stuff.” You shook your head at her and smiled sadly.

“Hey, at least you got a life. I only have my work, and a list of useless people that don’t know how to satisfy someone else’s needs.” You say, taking out a pack of flavored marlboro from your suit’s pocket. You were in the smoking section of the bar, and each booth had vents over their heads to keep the smoke out. You lit it up to take a large swig out of the stick, letting the smoke fill your lungs to then exhale out, feeling your muscles relax.

“Um…” You heard Steve call you out and you looked at him with a confused look on your face, but he wasn’t looking at you. You followed his gaze towards the person that was sitting next to you, and had been staring at you since you sat down.

Brown irises locked with your own eyes, and you felt a cold sweat invade you, but no anger came to your chest. You were far too stressed for this bullshit, so you sighed heavily and rested against the back of the booth, looking back towards the bottle. 

“Great.” You say, taking a sip of your drink while holding the smoke on your other hand. 

“I don’t know how you didn’t notice me.” Eddie asks you while taking another sip of his drink, his stomach was in a knot while sitting next to you, and he could sense your distress ever since you entered the bar. 

“You aren’t the center of the world Munson, or my world for that matter. Sorry to disappoint you.” You say bitterly and Eddie bit the inside of his bottom lip to contain the snarky remarks he wanted to say to you, but Steve shot him one glare with a shake of his head. Eddie let out a shaky, angry, breath and clenched his jaw tightly.

“About the other night–”

“Please don’t.” You immediately spat out through your teeth. You didn’t have the energy to deal with his half ass apology, and you weren’t in the mood of apologizing either. Eddie’s eyes perked up at your response and looked at you, his mood souring each minute it passed.

“I’m trying to be civil here, Peach.” He calls you out and you roll your eyes towards the ceiling, taking another swig of your cigarette, looking at him to blow the smoke into his face. He closed his eyes but didn’t flinch, his body heating up with anger as he opened them up to look at you again.

“Forget about it. You trying to be civil Munson is like a penguin learning to fucking fly.” And you heard Steve sigh heavily, rubbing his eyes with his hand while Robin stared at the interaction. Eddie scoffed, slamming the bottle on the table to look at you.

“What is your fucking problem? I am trying to apologize, and you can’t help but be an insufferable cunt.” 

“Look in the mirror Munson.” You took a large swig of the cigarette, putting it out in the ashtray. “Like I said, forget it. I don’t want half assed apologies you don’t really want to make, and we don’t have to act like we tolerate each other. Yeah?” You say, blowing the smoke out of your lips as you talked. The panging on your chest was due to realizing you were sitting next to your mortal enemy, but it increased knowing he wanted to lie to you.

An apology? From him? Yeah, right.

“What the hell are you even smoking?” He asked, grabbing the pack in front of you to inspect it. “Does this really say Melon flavored? Jesus christ.” He dropped the pack back in front of you to take a sip of his own beer. You were about to retort to him, tell him he can shove his original flavored camels right up his ass, but your phone started to ring. 

You pulled it out, the tune of Harry Potter filling the air as you looked at the caller ID. You didn’t recognize the number, so it might be from your work. You sighed. You didn’t expect to have these kinds of calls right after your final presentation. You believed this would happen after meeting with a few clients, giving them your contact for future conversations. You slid the green button and put the phone in your ear.

“Hello?” You greet, taking a sip of your beer.

“Hi there Mousy.”

You spat it all over Steve and the table before you. Coughing wildly as you patted your chest to regain your breathing. Steve had stood up with a yell, trying to wipe his face and clothes as Robin let out a wild laugh, pointing at the stains on his shirt. Eddie was just bewildered at the interaction, but couldn’t help but hold in strangled chuckles in his throat.

“Shit!” You yell, grabbing onto a napkin to wipe away your mouth and hand Steve some more as he glared at you. 

“Damn, did I call at a bad time?” You heard him chuckle on the other side, and you felt nerves and warmth invade your whole body. He sounded way too good on the phone, Jesus christ. 

“I– wait–” You stood up, motioning for Robin to keep an eye on your stuff and she nodded at you while holding her giggles in, trying to fix Steve’s hair. The brown haired guy was still glaring at you as you made motion with your hand as a sorry. You stepped away from the booth, walking outside of the bar to talk a little bit more privately. “Sorry, I’m at a bar with friends and could barely hear you.”

“Ah, so I did call at a bad time.” He says, and you could even hear the smile on his face as he did, because he wasn’t going to hang up. You bit your bottom lip, holding back a smile as you scratched your cheek nervously. 

“How did you get my number?” You ask him and you hear some clinking on the other side, and then a gulp. You licked your lips at the sound and you cursed at the sky for how needy you were being that the sound of ‘gulping’ was making you horny.

“Well, my agent told me you are my editor in chief for that article, so of course I asked for your number so we could stay in touch, you know… just in case.” He was smirking against the phone and you know it. “I never call other people that aren’t acquaintances on my personal phone… But I can make an exception for you, Mousy.”

Oh, he was smooth. He was telling you he was calling you from his personal phone instead of the work related one. Meaning that the only person with access to this phone, was him only, and not his agent. You gripped onto the phone tightly against your ear and you let out a small giggle.

“Is that supposed to impress me Mr. Hargrove? Remember, we work together now.” You explain to him and you hear him laugh on the other side.

“Alright, humor me then, Mousy. When’s the next meeting happening?” You scrunched up your nose in thought and counted the days in your head.

“I believe is next wednesday Mr. Hargrove. Curtis Delore was very interested in your Balenciaga design.” You explain to him and you hear him whistle on the other side. 

“Delore, huh. But Wednesday? Don’t you think it’s a little far away?” Oh, things are turning interesting now. You licked the inside of your right cheek, feeling your stomach fill with butterflies at the attention this man was giving you.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I thought I could meet with you tomorrow. Discuss my work, and what we should say to the clients, just so all of our stories match.” Your breath was knocked out of your lungs. He was asking you out, this model was asking you out, on a saturday.

“Oh, we can definitely do that.”

“Great–” 

“On monday, at my office.” You reply to him, and on the other side of the phone, Billy Hargrove was stunned. He was rejected. Holy fuck, he was rejected. He should be angry, hang up, because no one belittled him like that. No one.

Yet, you… for whatever reason it is, he couldn’t help it. He was adoring this game of cat and mouse, which he never did, much less for someone like yourself. It’s not that you weren’t beautiful, but he always went for people of his same radius. Meaning actresses, models, singers. Famous people. 

None of the relationships Billy had lasted more than two months. The relationships were empty, filled with sex and empty conversations, fake interviews, fake scenarios his agent made him make up and talk about them in a talk show. He never had to flirt more than one night, much less go through the hustle of almost begging for someone’s number. But you were like a drug to him right now, and he wanted more, desired more. 

“Ah, so the game is still on, very well.” Your heart was on your throat, and you were about to say goodbye to him but suddenly his voice deepened in your ear and you almost dropped your device to the floor. “Mousy, one of these days you are going to come to me, on your own accord… And I’ll show you just how good I can make you feel.”

Your breathing became heavy as you clenched your legs together. Heat was rushing from your core, going all over your body at his words. You wanted to take it all back, tell him you’ll meet tomorrow, because the tension was too strong right now, and you could barely handle it. You knew that you wouldn’t be able to satisfy yourself tonight, or the day after now. There was no way.

“I–”

“Goodbye Mousy. See you on monday.” And like that, you heard the line click. Your mouth was open, staring at nothing, slowly blinking as you felt the air leaving your mouth but not feeling it really filling up your lungs. After two seconds of processing what happened, you smiled and squealed loudly, doing a little jump in your place as you tightened the phone to your chest.

You were sure he would believe you were rejecting him there, and to be honest, you were unsure if that would have been the right decision to do when he was kind of your employer in this article. But it’s temporary, literally month temporary, so you two wouldn’t be working together for long. You couldn’t help the smile on your face, walking back into the bar and sitting in the booth again, not caring any longer of who was sitting next to you.

“I’m sorry Steve.” You said with a wince as you saw how badly he was glaring at you, your smile dropping immediately at his state. His hair was pushed back, with the wet stains all over his polo shirt.

“Who called for you to react like that?” Steve asked with a sneer as Robin kept wiping his hair away with a tissue, grimacing at the smell of beer in his hair.

“Oh, that was–” And you froze. This wasn’t a hook up from the dating app, nor a stranger you see on the street. He might not even want this to be public, this teasing of yours, or this friendship, or whatever it is. Not even to your own friends. You felt your chest press on you and gulped, giving him a soft smile. “My mom.”

“So you jump like a high school girl when your mom calls you? You must love her very much.” Eddie said next to you, with venom in his tone now. You winced under your breath but kept the smile on your face as you turned to look at him.

“That I do.” You saw his jaw clench and unclench and he was fighting with everything in him to not call you out. But he had to calm down, breathing deeply and giving you a nod, turning to look at Robin. He knows that it wasn’t your fault that she was pushed aside from that project, and he knew you were feeling bad about it. He noticed it when your bottom lip quivered when you said she wasn’t going to participate in it anymore.

But now, you were lying again. So he took a big sip out of his beer, taking it all in one go. He raised his hand up to Jonathan to ask for another one, and when he came to the table, everyone ordered another set of beers, except for you.

“A Strawberry Daiquiri.” You said to Jonathan and he raised his eyebrows up at you with a confused look on his face.

“Not angry anymore? Sitting next to Munson? Really?” Robin was squinting while staring at you, wondering what was going on, but she knew you would tell her sooner or later. Right? You were looking at your phone, saving the newest contact on your list.

‘B. H.’

“Yeah, I’m in a better mood now.”

End of chapter 7

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Hidden Away - Ch.1

Note: This was previously posted with an OC. I have since decided to go reader insert friendly as it seems people prefer them more (can’t blame you). So if you’ve read this before, it’s all pretty much the same just the name and specifics taken out. Enjoy!

Pairing: Eddie Munson x secretly alternative!reader

Warnings: Eventual smut in later chapters, absent parent, upside down related stuff later, minors DNI

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Hawkins was about as small a town as it got. All the times your parents took you into cities, it was like a whole other world. You preferred Hawkins. The cities were too big. Too many people. In Hawkins? You knew everyone. Maybe not personally, but you saw the same people every day. You knew what to expect. Like every day in math class, Robin Buckley would drop her pencil and she’d mutter a fast apology if it got anywhere close to me. Like Jason Carver taking every chance he had to send a wink, smile, or blow a kiss to Chrissy during games so long as it didn’t affect how he was playing. Everything was predictable. Boring. But it was nice knowing what was coming. 

“Do you guys have dates yet for the Spring dance?” Chrissy asked, not looking up from the braid she was making in Bianca’s hair.

A few of the girls answered. Some with hopeful prospects from the guys off the basketball team, others confirming they had indeed found their dates. You didn’t look up from your sketchbook. You had been trying to get this line down for what felt like forever, but every time you drew it; it was slightly slanted. So you had to erase it and start over.

“Y/N?... Y/N?!” 

You looked up. Chrissy was looking at you expectantly. “What?” You asked, and she laughed.

“Do you have a date for the Spring dance!?” she asked, reaching over to shove you.

You roll my eyes and look at Chrissy. “You know I hate dances.” You answered her.

“Yeah, but you love Halloween and didn’t go to the Halloween dance. And you never go to any of the dances! C’mon! Why not come to the Spring dance?” Chrissy pleaded, “It’s one of the only ones we’re gonna have before graduation besides prom.”

You weren’t girly, really. You didn’t dress like the other girls in the squad did when they weren’t at school. Darker colors over lighter ones and a couple pieces that others would deem as ‘freak clothes’, as Sally and the girls called it. You only joined cheerleading because you couldn’t do gymnastics anywhere else. With that, though, you fell into the popular crowd. You kept your interests to yourself, though. The music your dad got you into, the horror movies you loved. Why spend four years being teased when you hid perfectly fine among the populars? The only one you really liked was Chrissy. She was nice and never condescendingly. She’d been that way with you since middle school. The other girls sometimes were mean, even if they wouldn’t outright admit it. “Cause that requires having a date or looking like a loser.” You smiled and reached over to tap the tip of her nose.

“So? I’m sure any loser would go with you.” Bianca said, as she flipped the page in her magazine.

“Thanks.” You murmur and roll your eyes. 

“Seriously, you’d think any guy would agree to go with you because of being a cheerleader alone.” Sophia agreed with a shrug.

“I think any guy would be honored if you asked him.” Chrissy interrupted, reaching out to grab your elbow, “Or hey, one of them might ask you.”

“They’re too afraid of her to ask her!” Bianca laughed, shaking her head. “I don’t blame em. Ice queen over here.” 

“As always, your input is enlightening, B.” You shot Chrissy a look, and she looked back at you apologetically.

“Whatever. I’m sure a guy will have the courage to ask you out one day.” Bianca shrugged and shut her magazine, stuffing it back into her bag. 

The bell rang just after that. You shoved your sketchbook into your bag once you closed it and got up, helping Chrissy up off the floor. Bianca had a problem with you since you joined the squad. Why? You had no idea. It wasn’t like you didn’t fit in. Did you act out of place? Sure. Occasionally. But you kept all of your music interests and everything else to yourself so as ‌to not be labeled a freak, so you could survive the rest of high school. Once you graduated though? You were outta here.

Chrissy and you broke off from the others to go to science class. You had biology together. “You ever think Bianca will get off my case?” You asked Chrissy as you walked into Mr.Hawthorns class together.

“I’m not even entirely sure what her issue is with you.” Chrissy admitted, sliding her bag off of her shoulder before sliding into her desk.

You slid into your seat beside her and sighed. “One day I’m gonna snap at her. I swear.” You grumbled, and Chrissy giggled.

“I mean, she does say everyone is afraid of you. Maybe she will be too. You are marked as the ‘mean cheerleader’.” Chrissy answered as she used air quotes when she called me the mean cheerleader.

“I just don’t like people. Especially people like Michael Barrows, who thought it was ok shoving his hand up my top.” You shrugged. You didn’t like our classmates. Except Chrissy. Somehow, her sunny disposition never bothered you. How? You weren't so sure. There were others whom you interacted with that barely bothered you. Robin Buckley was one, for example. You both had English class together and worked on projects together. She rambled, but she was nice.

A second before the bell rang, another figure walked into the classroom. Mr.Hawthorn shot the young man a look. A mop of brown curls nodded to Mr.Hawthorn before walking to the back of the classroom towards Chrissy and you. On Chrissy’s right the figure sat down heavily. Eddie Munson. Hawkins Highs resident Freak and leader of the Hellfire Club. A group of nerds and freaks, frankly. At least that has been what they said about them.

“Alright, listen up. Turn to page 87. We’re going over genetics today.” Mr.Hawthorn started writing on the blackboard.

You flipped to page 87 and took out your notebook to start your notes. Chrissy started doodling as Mr.Hawthorn spoke. You and Chrissy lived down the street from one another. You had been friends since middle school. It was only natural that in high school you stuck together. She had spent a number of nights in your house. Especially when she had wanted to get away from her mother. Her mom had a thing about Chrissy’s looks. You thought Chrissy looked beautiful. Perfect. What every girl wanted to look like. What you wish you looked like as Chrissy was a natural beauty. Just perfect features without even trying. Her mom always had something different to say. Chrissy spent a lot of time at your house, crying after her mom made a comment about how her cheer uniform fit or told her she couldn’t have a birthday cake that year. You guessed no matter what, you all had your pains. Your parents weren’t perfect either. You barely saw your dad. You guess you could thank him for what genetics he gave you. Your mom and you had one another when your dad wasn’t in town.

“Now, we’re going to have a project on genetics. And we’re gonna make it fun. So in here,” Mr.Hawthorn picked up a fishbowl he had on his desk. He smiled and shook the bowl, making all the folded pieces of paper inside move around. “I have the names of the gentlemen in this class. Ladies, you will pick a name from here and they will be your partner. You both will figure out genetically what your kids would look like. Tell us a bit about them. Get creative.” He announced and approached a girl in the first row with the bowl.

“Why can’t we just pick our own partners?” Sally asked and Mr.Hawthorn chuckled.

“Well, that makes it less interesting. This is more random like life would be.” He answered and moved on to the next girl.

Mr.Hawthorn got to the back row and held the bowl out to you. There were only four other pieces of paper in the bowl. You reached in and picked the first piece that touched your fingers. Mr.Hawthorn moved to Chrissy and held the bowl out to her. You unfolded your piece of paper and your heart sank. 

‘Eddie Munson’

You folded the piece of paper back up. Chrissy leaned over. “Who did you get?” she whispered and showed you her piece of paper. She got Patrick. At least he was her boyfriend's friend.

You looked at her and licked your lips. Then you looked past her. Your ‘partner’. Eddie was carving into the top of the desk with his pen, too busy to notice anything. You nodded at Eddie. Chrissy turned her head and stared at Eddie before quickly looking away before he could notice. This couldn’t be worse. She mouthed a ‘really?’ to you and you nodded. “Alright! Everyone has their partners. Girls, if you could read your picks aloud.” Mr.Hawthorn grabbed his clipboard he always wrote down group partners on. Oh, it could get worse! Each girl began naming the guy they were paired with. As it got closer to you, you began nervously chewing on the inside of your cheek.

Then it was your turn. You took a breath. “Eddie Munson.” You called, not looking at him at all. Immediately, a few snickers sounded in the classroom.

“Patrick McKinney!” Chrissy immediately called, trying to stop the reaction in the room. She knew how much you hated people laughing at you. You avoided any teasing, but something about people laughing at you just got to you worse. Being paired with Eddie didn’t help you hide away from everyone else and their teasing. You just had to get through this project.

Once every girl claimed their guy, Mr.Hawthorn smiled. “Alright, kids. You all have until next week to figure out your future kids' genetic makeup.” He announced, and a moment later, the bell rang. “Class dismissed. See you all tomorrow!”

You shoved your textbook into your bag and got up, following Chrissy towards the door. “Have fun with the freak.” Sally giggled as you both passed her. You shot her a look, and her smile faltered a bit. You grabbed Chrissy’s hand and tugged her out of the classroom. 

“This is humiliating.” You hissed, and Chrissy sighed.

“It isn’t that bad, Y/N!” She argued as you stopped at your locker. “It could be worse. Besides, Eddie has always been nice to the cheerleaders. He just doesn’t like Jason. Or the rest of the basketball team.” She laughed, leaning on the lockers as you opened yours and shoved your biology textbook into it. 

“You know, I worked hard to avoid teasing. Stay out of the spotlight! Stay away from being gossiped about and bullied.” You explained to Chrissy, and she nodded.

“I know, I know. But you aren’t a freak. You’re one of us.” She reassured you. 

A person walked close to you and Chrissy but before you could even realize it, you jumped from a loud noise behind your head. You turned to look at the figure looming over you. Eddie Munson stood there with a big, goofy smile on his face. His arm was behind your head with his hand resting on the locker beside yours, where he had just slammed it down onto the metal. “Ladies,” Eddie began, dropping his arm and stepping back to give you space.

“Munson.” You murmur, looking up at him.

“Hey,” Chrissy waved awkwardly.

“So, partner,” Eddie began, shoving his hands into his pockets. “When do you wanna work on this thing? I’m sure you wanna get this over with as quickly as I do?” He asked, rocking back and forward on his feet.

You looked at Chrissy and she grinned. “I’ll see you at lunch!” She cheerfully said and started backing away.

“No, no! Chrissy!” You hissed at her as she turned on her heel, green and white skirt swaying as she turned away and started down the hallway. You sighed and looked up at Eddie. Again, that smile. “Library. After school.” You murmured your instruction, turning to shove your locker door closed. 

“See you there.” Eddie agreed with a wink as you turned away from him and quickly walked away. Already, people were whispering in the hallways.

[panickinganakin]

stepping stones to hell ch.2 (ronance fic)

a/n: hello! this is chapter two of the fic. you can find chapter one here! 

word count: 2,709

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The venue they were playing tonight was actually the venue they had played the most. Chicago was a pretty close drive from Hawkins so this was practically a hometown show for them. The crowds here were always rowdy, just how the band liked them. 

She took the familiar back entrance following Steve. “They should be set up in dressing room B, I’ll walk you there but I’ll leave you. I don’t want to invade the space.” 

Robin scratched at her arm nervously then pulled her hand away quickly. Eddie had put a fishnet top on her underneath her shirt. The material stretched all the way down her arms with a hole in the fabric that her thumbs slipped through. He had also put her in baggy charcoal cargo shorts and a crop top that he had cut himself from a Ozzy shirt. 

For accessories he had loaned her a large black belt full of silver ringlet holes and a long chain necklace. She had chosen to stick with her red converse but did let Eddie put eyeliner on her and curl her hair. 

Though it wasn’t her typical look she felt good. She had starred in the mirror for a long time and she knew she looked great but she still felt nervous. 

“You’re gonna do great. This is a good thing. You’re always saying that feminism is important to you. This is your job and you have a platform. They are your conduit to the public. Just be yourself.” Steve offered kindly before knocking on the door. 

He waved her off as a woman with curly dark hair smiled. “Robin! Hello, my name is Lyla. Come in.” 

Robin followed behind her and looked around the room. There was a table filled with different snacks and drinks. On the far left of the room there was a large beige backdrop with lights facing it. Okay, so, there would be photos. 

“Help yourself to snacks, you can meet us right over there at the table. We are gonna do questions first then end with photos. Any questions?” 

Robin shook her head nervously, “No I think I’m okay, thanks.” 

Robin skimmed over the table, taking a small paper plate and placing a few grapes on top. There were also small pinwheels that, though she was unsure of what deli meat was on it, she took a few of. Grabbing a can of soda at the end of the table, she headed for the back of the room. 

As Robin approached the table there was a woman facing the opposite direction reading over what looked to be a notepad. Her curly hair was cut a little past her ear and the woman almost seemed familiar. 

She rounded the table, “Hello,” she said, trying to not sound awkward. “I’m Robin Buckley.” 

The woman looked up and a grin cracked across her face. Robin was surprised to see that the woman was Nancy Wheeler. Eddie’s comments on the bus earlier now made sense. “Nancy?” 

She nodded excitedly, “Hey! How’ve you been?” 

“Uhm, I’ve been good. Busy. But good, actually. How’ve you been?” Robin sipped at the can of coke. Nancy nearly looked the same as she did when they were younger with the exception of a few blonde highlights through her hair. She was wearing a deep plum lipstick and a light pink eyeshadow. Robin couldn’t see what her whole outfit was but she thought the cream colored blouse looked good on her. She looked good. Extremely good.

Nancy smiled and nodded, “Me too. I, uh, well. I finished school at Emory and worked for a paper for a long while. I was really sick of the lack of women around me, ya know? It was the same thing when I interned at Hawkins. It’s like the men are so big headed and rude. Even with a degree they were sending me around like an errand girl.” 

“Men are the worst,” Robin said cooley. “How did you end up working with the magazine?” 

Her eyes lit up like she was happy to talk about her job. “Well, I did my studying. I started reading all types of different papers and magazines that were local. I would pick out articles by women or the photographers and I started sending out letters. We had a big dinner party and well-'' she paused to motion her hands around the room. “We all decided to work together. Thus, we were born.” 

Robin was impressed by Nancy. Proud, even. She could vaguely remember Nancy making comments when they had done research on Victor about how horrible the Hawkins Post was. Not only that Robin knew first hand what she meant. Though Robin was content in staying silent in interviews by choice didn’t mean she hadn’t been silenced before. When the band first signed the lawyers hadn’t even given her a packet to read over like they did for the men. Not only that but her pay was not even close to what the others were being signed on for. 

Luckily she was in a group of guys who would never stand for that shit and Robin received her fair share. But, not all women had that. And that had to change. 

“Nancy Wheeler, you have become a total badass.” Robin nudged her hand with her knuckle. It felt silly to say considering Robin had always been a badass.  

Nancy’s cheeks turned rosy before she grinned, “I’m glad you agreed to this! The magazine is making it into a lot of hands these days but I think having an issue with you is really gonna make things take off. You guys have tons of fans and I’m really excited for women to see how much we matter.” 

Robin nodded, “I'm glad you thought of me.” 

“Oh, I think of you all the time.” She paused then shook her head, “I don’t think that came out right. I think of all of you a lot. You’re just so successful and are really out achieving dreams and-“ she stopped, her face now fully red. “Sorry.”  

“It’s a nice thought, knowing what we’ve been through and that we still made it out. I always knew you’d become a writer and be successful too. I’m glad we made it, Wheeler.” 

Nancy gave a big smile then grabbed her pen. “Right. Should we start? I have a couple different questions. All of these things may not make it to the article but I want to get enough to get in a good bit of stuff. When we’re done Lyla is gonna have you do some different poses and get some photos.” 

“Sounds g-great,” Robin stumbled over her words. “I’ve never done an interview alone. So, hopefully this will go okay. I’m hoping I’m not absolutely miserable.” 

“Just be yourself,” she took a sip from the red mug sitting in front of her. 

“That’s exactly what Steve told me.” 

“On the rare occasion, Steve is right,” she gave a joking wink then cleared her throat. “Right, let’s get to it then. So I think the easiest question would be; Corroded Coffin has risen to fame fairly quickly. Media shows a lot of the l rockstar life but not about the challenges of it. How do you feel working in this industry is? Do you feel you face other challenges your male counterparts do not?” 

Robin blew out a breath, they were starting strong. “Well, I do think my job is very fun. I’m very lucky to get to play music and make a living out of it. I think every industry has its ups and downs but as a woman I do think things can be more difficult. Wages are a big issue. Obviously not just in music but everywhere. I’m very lucky to have a group of guys who constantly advocate for me. Though I do speak for myself, men are taken more seriously. When Corroded was signed I was offered a significant amount less to sign on. The guys wouldn’t accept it. We stayed at the meeting for over two hours negotiating my pay. I know this isn’t uncommon. Women are constantly being undermined. I’m glad that we are working for change.” 

Robin knew her cheeks were red. She hardly ever spoke this much and when she did it was never serious. But, she had to admit it felt good to say these things. The way she had been treated was unfair. 

Nancy had a small smile as she scribbled notes down with her pen quickly. She had a look about her that looked as if she were proud in the same way Robin was of her. 

“How about the media itself? How does it treat you? Do you receive questions in interviews that the men do not?” 

Robin let out a snort, “I have been asked many many things. I can’t even tell you how many times I’ve been asked who the most fuckable in the band is. Or who I have fucked or if I’ve fucked everyone. I’ve also had one guy tell the guys ‘how nice it was to have at least one woman on the road’.” 

Nancy dropped her jaw in shock and paused on her writing, “See, this is exactly what I’m talking about!” Red patches formed on her neck and she ran her pen on the page angrily. 

Those questions had always made Robin angry. It was bullshit for them to assume she was just the band's plaything. Not to mention she didn’t even like men. She wasn’t out publicly but… 

Nancy pulled Robin out of her thoughts, and the two fell into a comfortable rhythm. 

Talking to Nancy wasn’t hard; not like the other interviews were. It was easy and she was actually enjoying herself. Her and Nancy were never super close but she realized now how much she had missed the other woman. They had spent some time together while working on clearing Eddie’s name. 

Truthfully, convincing everyone of Eddie’s innocence would have been a lot harder if it weren’t for Nancy. Nancy had compiled proof, evidence and testimonies of the kind of person he was and wrote a beautiful plea. Nancy had bypassed Hawkins Post completely and had sent it straight to the Indiana Times. The first week the article was page three but the following week it was reprinted as front page news. 

Nancy was talented. 

They went back and forth for what seemed at least an hour before Nancy bit the end of her pen. “Okay, I have one last question before photos can have you. Do you have any advice for your fans who dream of a future in music? Or just advice to anyone in general?”

Robin tilted her head, trying to think of something good to say. This article was going to be important. She needed to be honest and be real. If one person picked up the magazine and read her story and it inspired them, just one single person, that would be everything she could hope for. “Yes, I think I do. This is a man’s world. This industry, everything about it, is run by men. A lot of men don’t want to see you be successful. However, you have to stay true to yourself. Never stop fighting for what you believe is right, for what you know you deserve. It doesn’t matter if it’s your teacher, boss or some washed up Hollywood elite; never give up. Be you and be proud. Fuck, literally just be loud. They can’t hold us back forever. We are the backbone of entertainment and our time is now.”

Nancy looked up at Robin with the small smile she normally wore. “Perfect.”

“You think so? I worry I never say the right things,” Robin rubbed the back of her neck nervously. She was quickly feeling guilty, almost like an imposter. How could she tell readers to be themselves and be proud and she wouldn’t even come out to anyone outside of the band? She didn’t care what people thought about her or what they would say. She got over that before high school even finished. She didn’t care what her parents thought, they hardly ever talked. The people she cared about most knew. She knew her fans would still support her and the band no matter what. Eddie was gay for gods sake. There was just a fear that resided in Robin. 

Maybe the article could be her being her actual true self. Maybe she could come out. “Ready?” Lyla stepped up to the table. Robin wanted to tell Nancy. It was important to her and she knew what representation could do. She hadn’t had it when she was young and she wished did. 

She looked up and nodded quickly, “As I’ll ever be, I suppose.”

Nancy smiled at Robin before going back to focus on her notepad. 

“I know you aren’t new to photo shoots. I’ll try to make this quick, they said you have about thirty minutes until soundcheck.” 

Damn. Had her and Nancy really spent an hour and half talking? 

“Okay, I love your outfit. Everything is perfect which means we’ll save time dressing. However, I really would love it if we could put a dark lip on you. Not because it’s necessary but because I think it’ll look so fucking good,”  another woman said approaching her. 

She had short red hair, chopped in a pixie cut. “Sure, do whatever,” Robin shrugged. The woman ushered her to a wooden stool before pulling a tube of lipstick from a rolling cart with various cosmetics and tools on it. “What’s your name?” She was trying to be friendly but also she didn’t like sitting in complete silence. Someone needed to be talking, even if it wasn’t her. 

“Deliliah. And let me say, I’m a big fan. I was so excited when Nancy said she could get you in. This is probably the coolest feature we’ve ever done.”

Robin laughed quietly and shook her head, “I’m glad you guys are doing what you’re doing. A company fully owned and operated by women? That’s incredible. I was shocked Nancy even asked.”

Delilah used a brush to pick up the product before stepping close to Robin. She parted her lips slightly, hoping her breath didn’t smell like the mysterious pinwheels she had eaten. “Nancy said you guys are like childhood friends or something?”

Robin waited for her to finish applying the lipstick before she spoke. “Yeah, something like that. We went to school together and had mutual friends. I mean, we were friends just not like best best friends I guess you could say. Not because Nancy wasn’t great. She was great- is great,” Robin started to twist her rings nervously, she really hated how she rambled. It was a trait she detested most and had tried for years to stop. 

“Nancy is great. She’s the best boss I’ve ever had. Stand up for me, I think I want to start with some pictures of you looking down at the camera. I’m going to bring it down here,” she pointed to a spot on the floor where there was a large ‘X’ in blue tape. After that I may have you sit down for a few and possibly lay down. We’ll just get a fair amount of options. 

Robin took a deep breath, wishing she was doing this with the whole band and not alone. She had never been the photogenic type. Delilah squatted over the blue x then Lyla handed her the camera. “Alright. So why don’t bend over slightly as if you are going to look right into the lens. That way it’s a close up but we can still get a large view of your outfit. “Perfect!” she encouraged her before the flash went off. 

“Now, use your hands to make a square like you’re looking through a lens now. Good, now take a step back and lean back down towards the camera. Great!” another flash of light. 

Robin looked up and noticed Nancy standing a few steps behind Delilah. She had a huge smile on her face and held two thumbs up when she noticed Robin looking at her. Robin’s nerves relaxed finally; at least someone she knew was here. 

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#5

“ Gonzo Loves Chickens”         Robin Buckley x Stutterer! Reader 

Okay so, I have a stutter and stuff, and that’s why I made this 💪🏾💪🏾💪🏾💪🏾

“w-well” you stammered, getting up. “Well what? God you losers, so damn pathetic” One of the mouthbreathers said. “I-I-I-I’m going to tell Steve! And th-the-then” Troy interrupted “Oh my god, you really can’t talk straight to save your life! B-B-Ba-BAWK” He then started flailing his arms and making more chicken noises.

Later that day…

“Hey! I got back from work early and Geuss what I got for you!!” Robin, the only one who made you feel safe. You sat down your book bag and sat on the couch as your girlfriend continued her rambles “Well, I technically didn’t rent it since I didn’t have the money for it. Not saying I stole it! I’m gonna give it back-“ You chuckled “wh-wh-what is it?” Robin scrambled into her bag and pulled out a VHS tape and… “GONZO!” You squealed as you grabbed the stuffed toy from her hand.

“You’re so cute-“ Robin said, blushing. “Now, how was your day at school? I hope it was good!” You looked down, what do you tell her? Those jerks always called you names and laughed while you stuttered while answering questions. Which just made you stutter more. “Th-the-they called me a…” Robin didn’t say anything, just gave a look that seemed to say ‘I’ll wait.’ “A Ch-chicken” Robin gasped, absolutely taken aback. She grabbed you and flooded you with pecks to your cheeks and lips. “If anything baby, he wished he could be a chicken. Gonzo loves chickens right? They’re always helping him with jobs, doing acrobatics. Being a chicken doesn’t seem half bad to me!” You snickered slightly at Robin’s remark. You lifted your head to meet her gaze and kissed her.

“Oh yeah! You never saw your other present!” Robin said, pulling out the VHS tape again to reveal you and Robin’s favorite movie. “The Muppets” She gave you another peck on the cheek as she set up the movie. “So, who’s your favorite muppet and why is it Gonzo?” You laughed “W-well you see um- I-it’s because G-Gonzo is… what’s the word… f-ff- fun!” Robin smiled and nodded. You continued on with your rant about how great and mysterious the muppet was. And how he deserved his own film. You never felt more accepted than you did with Robin, everyone else would stop listening to your rants or you’d stop because your stammering would make everything take longer. But not Robin.

45 notes - Posted August 27, 2022

#4

“Mom!” Steve Harrington x Little! Reader

Summary: Steve’s infamous nickname takes a wholesome turn. (Featuring Dustin and the rest of the fruity four)

“Hey Mom!” Dustin called, slamming the fridge shut. “There’s no food in here!” You and Dustin were over at Steve’s house. The man couldn’t cook to save his life, living off of Peanut Butter and Jelly sandwiches. “Okay okay I’m coming, god can you just not call me ‘Mom’ for five seconds.” Steve said as he sauntered down the stairs. “Yeah yeah whatever MOM.” You sat there fidgeting and hungry as the boys argued. You told Steve about your age regression but you hadn’t really regressed around him. You weren’t really sure what to do. Robin, Eddie and Nancy came downstairs and went into the living room. Steve and Dustin had been arguing about what to eat when Dustin turned to you and said “Y/N, what do you wanna eat? Mom- I mean Steve is going to the store ” You looked down at your feet, struggling to find the words you wanted to say. “I-I wan some Dunkawoos” Steve walked over to you and gently ran his hand through your hair. “You’re regressed right?” You nodded. Steve paused for a moment “is there anything else you want? A toy? Some chocolate milk?”

“Nuh uh Mommy I’m otay.” Dustin laughed so hard he almost collapsed, Steve just stood there absolutely dumbstruck. “Awww i see the little one has a soft spot for you Harrington. Or should i say ‘mommy’”. You felt the heat rushing to your face as you fiddled with your fingers. “Awww Mama nancy and mommy Steve, seems fitting enough.” Robin interjected giving Nancy a slight nudge. Steve picked you up and sat you on his shoulders, you gasped with delight “Cmon! I’ll piggyback ride you to the store okay?” You squealed with delight “Tank you mommy!!!”

i had this idea and I just had to do it-

46 notes - Posted August 27, 2022

#3

“I Hate that I Love You” Dark!Yandere! Nancy Wheeler x Fem!Reader  )Part 1(

Disclaimer: this is a HORROR fic. And I do not endource the actions used here nor should they be replicated in reality. That being said, the warnings include:

Stalking gaslighting Spoilers for a book that came out in 1800-

꧁༺☽⛓ .♱. ⛓☾༻꧂

Nancy wasn’t one to be vulnerable. Sure she had a few flings with Steve and Jonathan, but it wasn’t until she saw you that she really felt something. Nancy wasn’t some lovesick fool, you weren’t perfect. No one is. But it’s something about you that made her feel… warm. But that warmth quickly raised to a boil when she saw you around other people. She wasn’t sure if she hated you or not. You made her hate everyone that came in contact with you. You were like a parasite, completely stuck to her, taking over her mind. You made her feel so… confused, that didn’t sit well with her. Nancy was constantly in control, there was a time and a place for everything but around you it was pure chaos.

꧁༺☽⛓ .♱. ⛓☾༻꧂

After school you went over to Mike’s House to play DND. About 2 hours in the phone rung upstairs and Mrs.Wheeler called you. “Your mother called, the teacher called saying you’re failing a class!” You huffed, you were never good at that class, but last you checked you had a B-… it was weird. You heard footsteps coming down the steps and turned to see Mike’s older sister. The two of you never interacted much, other than those weird stares she had been giving you for all these weeks. The two of you went into her room, she gestured for you to sit on her bed. “So, what is it that you struggle with?” You shrugged, “Grammar, spelling and semi colons and all that bullshit.”In all honesty you were a little scared of her. After the whole Will thing she changed, sure you never knew her before. But Barb talked about her a lot. Barb… maybe that’s why Nancy changed, you can’t judge a book by its cover after all.

After a few hours of studying you finally understood the topic and thanked Nancy. You were getting ready to leave when Nancy breeched your actions with her soft, yet demanding voice “Wait! Did you ever start the book? Frankenstein?” You shook your head. You were fairly good at reading things in a short time frame. Reading it so soon would only make you forget it later after all. But what’s a few more hours? Plus Nancy was… nice! Odd, but nice.

“For this I had deprived myself of rest and health. I had desired it with an ardour that far exceeded moderation; but now that I had finished, the beauty of the dream vanished, and breathless horror and disgust filled my heart…” Nancy read aloud. Me and her alike felt this, mutual fear but familiarness when it came to Victor Frankenstein. His creation, his child, a monster. One he made while blinded by the light of his innocence. Nancy looked really upset, so, you recommended stopping there and studying together tomorrow. She agreed.

꧁༺☽⛓ .♱. ⛓☾༻꧂

The next day at school, you questioned your teacher about why exactly you failed. “What are you talking about? You’re actually doing extremely well. After this essay, I bet your B- will go straight to an A!” You were happy, who wouldn’t be, but she called, didn’t she? You shrugged it off, mayhaps she called the wrong parent. The school was huge, it wasn’t that unlikely.

You went into the lunch room, thank god. 45 minutes of free time. You usually sat with the boys. But they weren’t there? Perhaps they were with Mr. Clarke, some science project probably. You peered around the lunchroom for a place to sit. You felt eyes burning, seemingly through your soul, you turned around to see Nancy. She wouldn’t mind if you sat there, right? Nancy wasn’t one for small talk, in fact she stayed silent as you spoke with Steve about the many hilarious ventures him and Robin got into during their summer jobs.

Robin, speaking of her… “Hey Nance!” Robin came, seemingly out of nowhere and sat on Nancy’s lap. Wheeler broke her unwavering glaze over to her. “Oh get off of me,” she chuckled. “Hey Y/N!” You waved in a reply. Right. They were dating. How could you forget.

54 notes - Posted September 20, 2022

#2

🦋 My Little Butterfly🦋

Nancy Wheeler x Little! Reader

You were extremely tired after a really long D&D campaign. At the time Nancy was studying, she still is.

You stumbled up to her room as she sat writing a million Flashcards. “N-nace? Is you busy?” Nancy glanced up at you peeking through the door. “Aw, I thought I heard someone flapping up here,” she patted her lap “c’mere Butterfly.”

You snuggled your head into the crook of her neck as she softly caressed your hair. “My adorable little butterfly. Did you have fun?” You nodded, a soft yawn parting your lips. “m’ sowwy if i botherd you. M gonna go home…” You began to get up only for Nancy to gently grab your hand and give it a gentle kiss. “You know you’re too little to ride your bike right now, especially at such a late hour baby.” You sat back down on her lap, wrapping your arms around her.

“Shh Butterfly, it’s okay. Mama’s here, I’m here.” As she whispered sweet nothings into your ear you couldn’t help but drifting off into a deep sleep.

“I love you baby” is the last thing you hear before you fell asleep.

Authors Note: I’m still not good at fanfic writing yet 😅 I tried my best. I regress myself but if I got anything wrong please tell me!

63 notes - Posted August 25, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

“My Girlfriend is a Witch!” Witch! Robin Buckley x Reader

A/N: another gift for the amazing @semishyguy! I know it’s a bit early for Halloween but shhh

☾(∩｀-´)⊃━☆ﾟ.*・｡ﾟ☽

Everyone had their suspicions about Robin Buckley, sure she was a little… weird. But no weirder than you or Steve or Jonathan. Your girlfriend had this strange infatuation with a stray in your neighborhood though, a little black cat with the widest yellow eyes you had ever seen! She named him “Y/N Junior”. The two of you never brought him into your house, primarily because he didn’t want to. But you bought him a little collar a while ago, and always gave him his favorite foods when he stopped by the door of either of your homes.

it was October 28th. Robin was lounging around the study hall and reading a book. “Hey babe! What are you reading?” Robin jumped and closed the book. “Nothing, love.” She hid the book behind her and you peered behind her. A questioning look on your face. “What book? You know I love reading with you!” She sighed and pulled the book back out. The title read ‘R.L Stien. Fear Street.’ You could’ve sworn it was a different color… and from what you saw it was a hardcover book. Not a paperback how it is now. You shrugged it off, maybe it was just a trick of the light.

You, Steve, Dustin, El, and Jonothan all went to Steve’s house to work on a project. You invited Robin but she said she would prefer to work alone. That was… a first to say the least. The two of you loved your half work- half interest rambling sessions. Then cramming everything 5 minutes before the presentation. The two of you were inseparable. Jonathan interrupted your thoughts “What ideas do you all have for our film project?” Jonathan fiddled with his camera. Dustin pulled out a lot of VHS tapes “well, you see, I’ve collected THE BEST horror movies of all time. It being October and all.” Steve rolled his eyes, “now I’ve got an idea,” Steve placed a loose piece of ribbon on his neck and gave his best ‘Hollywood accent’ “A big picture about a handsome lead role, that’s me. Finding the love of his life! A semi-secluded loner named… Breddie!” He said, picking up a piece of toast and chewing it. He gestured to El, “and then! They find and adopt a witch!” Everyone huffed an rolled their eyes.

“Speaking of Witches,” You said, “What’s everyone dressing up as for Halloween?” You looked around the room, “Well me and the boys are dressing up as Star Wars character’s. I’m Han Solo of course.” Steve shrugged “probably somebody hot. Chicks dig werewolves right?… does Eddie like werewolves-?” Everyone laughed. Jonathan broke the lighthearted tone of the conversation “has anyone noticed Robin had been acting… weird lately.” By ‘everyone’ he meant you. You shook your head and asked “why do you think she’s being weird.” “Yeah, like, more weird than normal?” Steve chuckled.

☾(∩｀-´)⊃━☆ﾟ.*・｡ﾟ☽ The Ring.

Jonathan described many odd occurrences. Robin seemingly disappearing fully between crowds, being late for something but popping up behind us randomly, and lately she’s always been reading something. You couldn’t help but agree. “Once, she got me this beautiful but extremely expensive ring for our 1 year anniversary.” You flaunted the Snake engraved ring for a moment. “But Steve, you as much as anyone knows how much the two of you get paid. Most certainly not enough to afford something like this.” Steve nodded and gestured to Eleven. “What do you think kiddo?” El paused for a moment trying to find the words, “Witch.”

🕸️🕯Later 🕯🕸️

You all considered using Eleven’s powers to spy but decided against it. Primarily because if anything bad happened Max would knock you over the head with her skateboard.

“Jonathan?” ”yeah?” ”Do you think… Robin could be like… apart of a gang or something” He stopped dead in his tracks and gave the most humorous laugh. He almost fell over. “ROBIN BUCKLEY??” You rolled your eyes, “it could explain the money, and why she’s always so late.” Jonathan nodded. “Understandable, but yet again. It’s Robin ‘Give me the newest Cabbage Patch Kid doll’ Buckley.” The two of you laughed. You parted ways as you showed up. You looked up at the house and noticed a crash sound coming from the top floor, Robin’s room. You grabbed the key Robin hid under the mat and struggled to unlock the door. You heard something fall from behind you.

“Junior?” You peered at the Yellow eyes that seemed to speak to you somehow. You shuddered and continued unlocking the door. “Robin? Baby? Are you okay?!” You shouted walking up the steps. “Yeah I’m okay!! I just erm- dropped something! My Teddy Ruxbin! You know how loud those things are!” You sighed in relief to hear your girlfriend’s banter again. “Doll! You can come in!” You opened the door, Robin’s hair was a mess. She was sitting on her bed, her window open. You closed it, shivering “Love, it’s freezing outside! You really shouldn’t have your window open, here let me grab you a jacket.” You headed towards her closet and Robin shouted “Wait!” You stopped in your tracks and turned around. “I- um- I I got you something!” You tilted your head. She grabbed your hand and gently kissed your fingers, with her other hand she pulled out a box of VHS tapes. It read “The Addams Family”. You gasped happily, you were either busy with schoolwork or your job that you hadn’t been able to catch the show while it was on. “Well I saw this, the entire collection and I couldn’t stop thinking about my little Moonray,” she pulled you onto her lap. “I would say I’m Gomez and your Morticia. But honestly Nighteyes, you are much much more ravishing.” She pulled you into a kiss, her black lipstick staining your lips.

There was still one thought on your mind, Where did it even come from? Her bag was far too small to fit it. There was no lump in her blanket… and why was Y/N Junior on the roof.

🔮🧙🏻‍♀️☾TO BE CONTINUED🕯🌙🌕

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𝕋𝕍 𝕊𝕙𝕠𝕨𝕤/𝕄𝕠𝕧𝕚𝕖𝕤

𝗕𝗿𝗶𝗱𝗴𝗲𝗿𝘁𝗼𝗻

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗖𝗵𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗶𝗰𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝗢𝗳 𝗡𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗮

𝗚𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗢𝗳 𝗧𝗵𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘀

𝗛𝗮𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝗣𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿

One-Shots:

Harry Potter:

Shut The F*ck Up

Ron Weasley:

Let Me Protect You

Hermione Granger:

Ginny Weasley:

Fred Weasley:

George Weasley:

Neville Longbottom:

Seamus Finnigan:

Dean Thomas:

Luna Lovegood:

Cedric Diggory:

Draco Malfoy:

Blaise Zabini:

James Potter:

Sirius Black:

He'll Kill Us Both

Remus Lupin:

Regulus Black:

Kiss The Boy

Lily Evans:

Tom Riddle:

(Love)Sick

Birthday Boy

Slave For You

Series:

Harry Potter:

Ron Weasley:

Hermione Granger:

Ginny Weasley:

Fred Weasley:

George Weasley:

Neville Longbottom:

Seamus Finnigan:

Dean Thomas:

Luna Lovegood:

Cedric Diggory:

Draco Malfoy:

Blaise Zabini:

James Potter:

Sirius Black:

Remus Lupin:

Lily Evans:

Tom Riddle:

Tom x Assasin!Reader

part 1 | part 2 (mature)

Chasing Time

Prologue | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗛𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝗚𝗮𝗺𝗲𝘀

𝗢𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗨𝗽𝗼𝗻 𝗔 𝗧𝗶𝗺𝗲

𝗦𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀

One-Shots:

Mike Wheeler:

El/Jane Hopper:

Dustin Henderson:

Will Byers:

Lucas Sinclair:

Max Mayfield:

Nancy Wheeler:

Jonathan Byers:

Steve Harrington:

Robin Buckley:

Eddie Munson:

Billy Hargrove:

Series:

Mike Wheeler:

El/Jane Hopper:

Dustin Henderson:

Will Byers:

Lucas Sinclair:

Max Mayfield:

Nancy Wheeler:

Jonathan Byers:

Steve Harrington:

Robin Buckley:

Eddie Munson:

Purple Angel

Ch.1 | Ch.2

Billy Hargrove:

𝗧𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗪𝗼𝗹𝗳

𝗧𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗨𝗺𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗮 𝗔𝗰𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗺𝘆

﹤⳾ ⳾ ⳾﹡⊹﹡⳾ ⳾ ⳾ ⳾﹥

𝔸𝕟𝕚𝕞𝕖/𝔸𝕟𝕚𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕊𝕙𝕠𝕨𝕤

ᴀᴛᴛᴀᴄᴋ ᴏɴ ᴛɪᴛᴀɴ

One-Shots:

Eren Yeager

Armin Arlert

Mikasa Ackerman

Levi Ackerman

USELESS

Reiner Braun

Bertholdt Hoover

Jean Kirstein

Connie Springer

Sasha Blouse

Hange Zoë

Historia Reiss

Ymir Fritz

Erwin Smith

Zeke Yeager

Pieck Finger

ᴀᴠᴀᴛᴀʀ: ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀꜱᴛ ᴀɪʀʙᴇɴᴅᴇʀ

ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ɴᴏᴛᴇ

ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴ ꜱʟᴀʏᴇʀ

ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴍɪꜱᴇᴅ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀʟᴀɴᴅ

ᴋᴀɢᴜʏᴀ-ꜱᴀᴍᴀ: ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɪꜱ ᴡᴀʀ

ꜱᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴀʀᴛ ᴏɴʟɪɴᴇ

ʜᴀɪᴋʏᴜ!!

ʏᴜʀɪ!!! ᴏɴ ɪᴄᴇ

ᴀꜱꜱᴀꜱꜱɪɴ’ꜱ ᴘʀɪᴅᴇ

ᴢᴏᴍʙɪᴇ ʟᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴀɢᴀ

ʜᴏʀɪᴍɪʏᴀ

ᴘᴜᴇʟʟᴀ ᴍᴀɢɪ ᴍᴀᴅᴏᴋᴀ ᴍᴀɢɪᴄᴀ

ᴀɴɢᴇʟ ʙᴇᴀᴛꜱ!

ᴘᴏᴋᴇᴍᴏɴ

ᴛᴇᴇɴ ᴛɪᴛᴀɴꜱ

ꜱᴛᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴜɴɪᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ

ᴡɪɴx ᴄʟᴜʙ

ꜱᴘɪʀɪᴛᴇᴅ ᴀᴡᴀʏ

ʜᴏᴡʟ’ꜱ ᴍᴏᴠɪɴɢ ᴄᴀꜱᴛʟᴇ

﹤⳾ ⳾ ⳾﹡⊹﹡⳾ ⳾ ⳾ ⳾﹥

𝕂ℙ𝕆ℙ

(𝗚)𝗜-𝗗𝗟𝗘

𝗔.𝗖.𝗘

𝗔𝗧𝗘𝗘𝗭

One-Shots:

Hongjoong:

Seonghwa:

Yunho:

Here For You

Alive.

Yeosang:

San:

Mingi:

Wooyoung:

Jongho:

𝗕.𝗔.𝗣

𝗕𝗟𝗔𝗖𝗞𝗣𝗜𝗡𝗞

𝗕𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗸 𝗕

𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗕𝗢𝗬𝗭

𝗕𝗧𝗢𝗕

One-Shots:

Reactions:

Them And Reader Being Judges In Produce X 101

𝗕𝗧𝗦

𝗗𝗔𝗬𝟲

𝗗𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗿

𝗘𝗫𝗢

Series:

Suho

Xiumin

Lay

Baekhyun

Chen

Chanyeol

The Way I Feel Inside

1 |

D.O.

Kai

Sehun

𝗚𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗻 𝗖𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗱

𝗚𝗢𝗧𝟳

Jay B

Mark

Jackson

Fall

Jinyoung

Pride With You

Youngjae

BamBam

Yugyeom

𝗚𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗚𝘂𝘆𝘀

𝗶𝗞𝗢��

𝗜𝗠𝗙𝗔𝗖𝗧

𝗜𝗡𝟮𝗜𝗧

𝗜𝗡𝗙𝗜𝗡𝗜𝗧𝗘

𝗟𝗢𝗢𝗡𝗔

𝗠𝗔𝗠𝗔𝗠𝗢𝗢

𝗠𝗢𝗡𝗦𝗧𝗔 𝗫

𝗢𝗛 𝗠𝗬 𝗚𝗜𝗥𝗟

𝗢𝗡𝗘𝗨𝗦

𝗢𝗡𝗙

𝗣𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗔𝗚𝗢𝗡

𝗥𝗲𝗱 𝗩𝗲𝗹𝘃𝗲𝘁

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗥𝗼𝘀𝗲

𝗦𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗘𝗡

Series:

The8

Xu Minghao & Fem!Reader As YouTubers

1 | 2

𝗦𝗙𝟵

Misc:

SF9 As The Office Characters

𝗦𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘆 𝗞𝗶𝗱𝘀

𝗧𝗘𝗘𝗡 𝗧𝗢𝗣

𝗧𝗪𝗜𝗖𝗘

𝗧𝗫𝗧

One-Shots:

Series:

Soobin

Say You Love Me

1 | 2

Yeonjun

Beomgyu

Taehyun

Huening Kai

𝗨𝗣𝟭𝟬𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡

𝗩𝗔𝗩

𝗩𝗜𝗫𝗫

𝗪𝗜𝗡𝗡𝗘𝗥

𝗫𝟭

﹤⳾ ⳾ ⳾﹡⊹﹡⳾ ⳾ ⳾ ⳾﹥

[tamhrayis]

Jeff Buckley Anon here again-

I'm do glad you enjoyed the recs and will explore more. If you don't mind, and don't feel like you have to answer this quickly b/c I know you must be busy, but I was wondering... why do you think fate chose Eren? He said himself he didn't know why he wanted to destroy the world and start clean. Do you think it was Ymir? It reminds me of the scene with Kruger and Grisha when he says that he isn't sure what was guiding him either. You know...after he said something about saving Mikasa and Armin? It makes it all so much more tragic and Idk...im tearing up thinking about it. Beautiful isn't the word I'm looking for. But for some reason I like that Eren didn't know either because it let me know that even though he had the worst ultimatum (sort of like making a deal with the devil) this wasn't his will. He never wanted to kill all these people.

But why was he chosen? He couldn't have known his father said he was free as a baby. Not until that last panel (oh excuse me memory shard) was shown to him. It might be easier to understand if there was a time loop but there wasn't. So did Ymir start his path from birth knowing there was something about his nature, his tenacity that she could use?

Eren accidentally lead Dina to his mother, so that couldn't be the thing that started this. This is really the only thing going around in my head! Sorry if this sounds jumbled.

PS "Black" by Pearl Jam is Eremika all the way. Except the part about finding someone else. I just don't think she has a mind to and never will. I COULD BE WRONG but from my pov, being married...I just don't want anyone else and don't think I need to move on to someone else in order to be fulfilled. You never know, but their love was so tragic I just don't see Mikasa having anyone else. She will have a beautiful fulfilling life and pass on to be with Eren I again. But that's just my inflated two cents!

And thank you for the post connecting the lyrics to the song. You're awesome!

Hello, again! 

I think it’s time to touch this topic, because I really wanted to write what Eren’s motivation was after all and I’ve waited to see Eren’s POV on the things happened around him. 

From my personal observations that I’ve made during rereading and writing analysis on Eren’s character, I noticed that he has never stated why exactly he is doing everything. I mean, yes, at first Eren was motivated by revenge, but the fire of his revenge calmed down after he found out that he is also a titan and he generally became more focused on his dream with Armin about seeing the outside world. Then, of course, this whole “the world is our enemy” thing kicked in and everything slowly resulted in rumbling. 

However, I would like to say...Many people forgot that Eren was never a rational person. Eren always acted as he feels like and he is highly emotional. Undoubtedly, he came to controlling his emotions, which I actually tricked many people (*cough* dudebros/AnR enthusiasts *cough*), but as Eren himself said in ch.121, he was always the same. The only thing that has changed in him was his approach of reaching goals, because Eren understood that in order to make people believe in his “big bad” persona, he has to become who he was this whole arc, a cold and “serious” person. 

If we look back, Eren activated the coordinate simply because he wanted to protect Mikasa. He drank the spinal fluid (?) that gave him crystallization/hardening, because he wanted to save his friends in the crystal cave. Eren has turned himself into a titan, because he didn’t want to die in Trost without accomplishing his goal (this hits very hard right now). There are many examples of Eren acting simply based on his feelings, but I think you got what I am talking about. 

As for why did Ymir choose Eren...She knew that he is the best option to carry out this mission that followed every Attack Titan’s holder (Grisha and Kruger). I believe that the Attack Titan was the embodiment of Ymir’s desperation for freedom and this spirit followed each of the users. 

Eren was the person she was looking for, because he is very determined and selfless. I believe that Ymir can see when the new Eldians are born, because the coordinate looks like a tree and she can see the new branches being added (since they are her subjects and each of them is related to her). She knew that Eren doesn’t necessarily need a rational reason for the mission as long as it gives him the right emotions to keep moving forward (for example, anger). 

I don’t think that Eren actually intended to kill Carla, but it was the result of the (unconscious) choice he or Ymir did. If Bertholdt wasn’t saved on that day, Armin would die in the future and the conversation between him and Zeke wouldn't happen etc. Ymir needed Eren to continue guiding Mikasa to him and keep her making choices until they meet. 

So was Ymir’s goal = Eren’s goal? I don’t think it was solely because Ymir wanted him to do these things. Eren’s feelings were also included into the mixture. He wanted to erase the world, because he saw the “enemies” as an obstacle of reaching his nonexistent concept of “freedom”. But...again, Eren didn’t exactly knew why he needs this freedom. Maybe it was because the thought about the outside world inspired him, but then gave the sense of unfairness and anger. Perhaps, he was scared for his friends and their future. Maybe that was simply what he wanted, but that didn't really matter to Ymir, because no matter what he did, it still would depend on Mikasa’s choice. 

P.S. “Black” is so nice. A perfect song to listen in chill summer evenings. 

[dear-indies]

hey cat and mouse! I was wondering if you had any fcs that'd be a good replacement for ch*rlie hunnam's role in the gentlemen? race doesn’t matter, just sb with a beard + glasses? thank you guys so much!

Russell Hodgkinson (1959)

Bradley Whitford (1959) 

David Cross (1964) Ashkenazi Jewish.

Ben Desombre (1965) - has worn them in commercials!

Jeffrey Wright (1965) African-American - wears them sometimes outside of roles but wears them in Westworld and The Hunger Games.

Álvaro Morte (1975) - Money Heist. 

Todd Grinnell (1976) 

Lou Taylor Pucci (1985) - Evil Dead. 

Cooper Andrews (1985) Samoan / Hungarian Jewish.

Kofi Siriboe (1994) Ghanaian. 

Not beards but have got facial hair and glasses!

Tom Selleck (1945) 

Keanu Reeves (1964) Native Hawaiian, Portuguese, English, Scottish, at least 1/16th Chinese, remote Dutch / English - Always Be My Maybe.

Simon Baker (1969) -  wears them sometimes outside of roles but wears them in I Give it a Year.

Richard Armitage (1971) - The Stranger.

Hu Bing (1971) Chinese - Love Designer.

Arjun Rampal (1972) Indian - Inkaar.

Eric Sheffer Stevens (1972) - has facial hair and glasses in a gif pack (/tagged/Eric Sheffer Stevens) but not sure the role! 

Joaquin Phoenix (1974) English, with some Scottish, Scots-Irish/Northern Irish, German, Irish, Welsh, and French Huguenot / Ashkenazi Jewish - Her. 

Sendhil Ramamurthy (1974) Kannadiga / Tamil - Heroes.

Pedro Pascal (1974) Chilean [Spanish, Basque, possibly other], 1/16th Peruvian - We Can Be Heroes.

Hugh Dancy (1975) - Hannibal. 

Sterling K. Brown (1976) African-American - This is Us. 

Matthew Goode (1978)  -  wears them sometimes outside of roles but wears them in The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society.

Tom Ellis (1978)

Josh Dallas (1978) - Manifest.

Nathan Followill (1979) 

Adam Brody (1978)  Ashkenazi Jewish - Billy & Billie.

Daniel Brühl (1978) - The Fifth Estate.

Ben Whishaw (1980) - Spectre - gay. 

Robert Buckley (1981) - The Christmas Contract.

Elyas M'Barek (1982) Austrian / Tunisian - Fack ju Göhte.

Daniel Levy (1983) Sephardi Jewish, Ashkenazi Jewish / English, Irish.

Alfonso Herrera (1983) - Sense8.

Matthew Shear (1984) Ashkenazi Jewish.

Charles Michael Davis (1984) African-American / Filipino - Chicago P.D.

Rahul Kohli (1985) Indian - The Haunting of Bly Manor.

François Arnaud (1985) - Jean of the Joneses - bisexual.

Nathan Stewart-Jarrett (1985) Afro-Barbadian.

James Lafferty (1985) Mexican / Irish, English, German, Scots-Irish/Northern Irish - Lost On Purpose.

Ryan O'Connell (1986) - has cerebral palsy - gay. 

Tony Thornburg (1987) Japanese / Swedish - has worn them in commercials!

Andrew Koji (1987) Japanese / English - American Gods.

Dev Patel (1990) Indian - Modern Love. 

Michael B. Jordan (1987) African-American - Black Panther.

Harvey Guillen (1990) Mexican - queer - wears them sometimes outside of roles but wears them in What We Do in the Shadows.

Moses Sumney (1990) Ghanaian - aromatic. 

Chance Perdomo (1996) Afro- Dominican, Guatemalan.

James Yaegashi (?) Japanese / Unspecified American - Runaways. 

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#ctec708 ‐ Final Entry ‐ Alyssa Kerrigan ‐ Little Histories

Project: Little Histories - Studio

Little Histories: Flow Chart - Studio

Lo-fi Prototyping - Studio

Research Trip - Studio

Relevant Installations - Studio

Immersive Technology - Studio

MOTAT Research - Studio

Relevant Artist Models - Studio

Children & Museums - Studio

Children & Kinaesthetic Learning - Studio

Virtual Technology In Education - Studio

Low-fi Prototyping II - Studio

Transitioning from Fusion360 to Rhino - Studio

First Model - Studio

Crit Sessions - Studio

Creative Workflows - Studio

User Testing & Feedback - Studio

Iterating on our Last Prototype - Studio

Using Loopy to model complex problems - Studio

Logo Designs - Studio

3D Modelling from a real life subject - Studio

Sketching new ideas - Studio

Resources:

6 Creative Museum Exhibitions. (2020, March 05). Retrieved from https://www.lamasatech.com/blog/creative-museum-exhibitions/

Lights. (n.d.).Retrieved from https://festivaloflights.nz/lights/Mcilraith, B. (2020, December 18).

The Taranaki festival of lights that never stops. Retrieved from https://www.stuff.co.nz/travel/destinations/nz/taranaki/123598706/the-taranaki-festival-of-lights-that-never-stops

The Deep Sea. (n.d.). Retrieved from https://neal.fun/deep-sea/

Motat (n.d.) Employment. Retrieved from https://www.motat.nz/get-involved/employment

Motat (n.d.) Partnerships. Retrieved from https://www.motat.nz/get-involved/partnerships

Motat (n.d.) Explore. Retrieved from https://collection.motat.org.nz/explore

Collections Online. (n.d.) Retrieved from https://www.aucklandmuseum.com/discover/collections

(n.d.). Retrieved from https://graphics.stanford.edu/papers/twohanded/

Bringing 17th-Century Documents from Rembrandt's day to Life Using Augmented Reality. (2019, December 23). Retrieved from https://www.museumnext.com/article/bringing-17th-century-documents-from-rembrandts-day-to-life-using-augmented-reality/

GoogleArtProject. (2018, April 16). Retrieved March 18, 2021, from https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ryaWVQM53gQ&ab_channel=GoogleArts&Culture

Heroes & Legends. (n.d.). Retrieved from https://www.kennedyspacecenter.com/explore-attractions/heroes-and-legends/featured-attraction/heroes-and-legends

Hillier, L. (2021, February 09). How museums are using immersive digital experiences (pre- and post-pandemic). Retrieved from https://econsultancy.com/how-museums-are-using-immersive-digital-experiences/

How virtual reality is bringing historical sites to life. (2020, October 17). Retrieved from https://www.museumnext.com/article/how-virtual-reality-is-bringing-historical-sites-to-life/

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@itchose: i haven’t felt at home in this world. (travis + buck)

evan can't help but tense somewhat, the slightest shift in body language as travis speaks. it's not the first time they've hung out like this - watching the slow crawl of the sun as it sinks below the horizon, the sky awash in deep blues and rich purples and a fiery, mesmerizing red - but it's the first time travis has ever offered up anything beyond polite, hollow small talk. and evan is usually content with this dynamic: sitting quietly next to him, a gap he's too-aware of between them, a drink in hand as evan fills the silence, rambling about something inconsequential, typically reciting facts learned in whatever book he's been reading. he's favoring travel guides lately, as he wonders where he'll go next - though evan keeps delaying the decision. it's far from the longest he's stuck around a singular place, and ranching is fun, but he misses the ocean - so he's not sure why he lingers.

maybe it's something to do with him. evan doesn't look directly at travis, opting instead for what he hopes is a casual side-eye as he takes a swig of his beer, downing it in a careful swallow before replying in an even voice, "yeah?" he's trying so very hard not to push. but evan feels the questions burning, as they've done for weeks, and the desire to better understand travis is overpowering, so he can't really stop himself from continuing, though he manages to aim for something neutral, something that isn't too invasive. "shitty parents?" and there's sympathy heavy in the question, because evan gets it. "in my experience, they have a way of making you feel... out of place."

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Baring Teeth {Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader} - Ch. 3

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Chapters: Masterlist (Go here to see list of chapters.)

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Tropes: Enemies to Lovers, Non-Traditional Omegaverse, Slow burn, Modern!AU

Warnings: Ab*se, Violence, Mental Health, Cursing, Smut (mild), treat it as a normal Enemies 2 Lovers book, but the A/B/O dynamic will appear at some point.

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Chapter 3

“So… Are we going to talk about it?”

Robin invaded your mind again as you tried to eat your lunch. It was a simple tuna sandwich you made in the morning, just throwing in canned tuna and some mayo. When you did so, you almost puked, because your stomach is still a jumbled mess of nerves, but you knew you couldn’t skip lunch.

“About what Robin?” You replied as you ate your food, trying to avoid this conversation as much as you could, but you knew there was no way around it.

“Oh, well, the fact that you were ready to kill Eddie? You literally tackled him! Then you left, without a word, got us all worried, and you don’t even care to explain to me what the fuck happened.” She replied to you, and there are very few times where Robin Buckley gets angry, and this was one of the two times a year she did. You winced, noticing the fury behind the blonde and you finally gave up on trying to eat the sandwich, putting it down.

“He is a fucking jerk to me. Has been since I met him, just because I made a simple mistake which I apologized for.” You explained, as if she didn’t know this already. She rolled her eyes at you and nodded.

“I understand just how angry you must feel, but seriously, for you to react that way…” Your heart was beating into your chest and you closed your eyes as you took a deep breath in for Robin’s following question. “Is there anything you’re not telling me?”

And again here it was. You had the chance to trust someone completely, to tell them your whole life, your secrets, your life story. You have the chance right now, to have a true friend, a best friend, someone who you can confide in completely. Robin is your best friend of course, but she is your best friend of this life, of this new you.

You don’t want her to meet your past self.

“Robin, do you want me to be honest?”

“More than anything.”

You took a deep breath in, bracing yourself for what you were going to say next.

“You and everyone else, including Munson were right. I had the worst fucking date ever yesterday with Carver, and I didn’t get to even orgasm, so I was already in a piss mood. Munson was just in my field of vision and he taunted me.” You opened your eyes to look at her, who was just staring at you wide eyed.

She was stunned for a moment, and looked down onto your sandwich. She’d always known you were hiding something from her, and she also knows it is about your past life before Indianapolis.

When you told her about your life before the big city, it all sounded too bland, too vague. You supposedly have one friend back in Atlanta, single child, went to college, one ex boyfriend from high school, and that’s it. No more. Nothing exciting, you didn’t participate in any clubs, you weren’t into any of those cliques, you have no hobbies really, you weren’t into any extra curricular activities…

You were just… bland. Too bland. And you didn’t look like it.

So of course Robin knows you’re hiding something. Robin knows that something is personal to you, and she also knows, thanks to yesterday, that it hurts you deeply.

So sweet Robin, amazing friend Robin, just nods at you, as if believing it was just that, and a smirk broke in her face.

“I fucking knew it! I really don’t wanna say it… But, told you so.” She smiled at you and you sighed, nodding. You knew she didn’t believe you at all, you could see the small sad glint in her eyes as she smiled at you, but you couldn’t tell her. You simply wouldn’t bare to open yourself up like that again, only to end up hurt. “Still… Going physical against him?”

“He drives me nuts Robin… He doesn’t treat you the way he treats me.”

“I mean, I see it, don’t get me wrong, but I mean, I don’t know if he really does hate you.” You scoffed in disbelief at that. You could drop dead tomorrow and Eddie Munson would actually dance on your grave and throw a party in celebration of you not stealing any more oxygen out of the earth.

“Yeah, right.” At that Robin shook her head, giving out a sigh.

“Need I remind you of the last time we went out clubbing? Two months ago?”

You winced at that.

–

You were dancing next to Robin and Steve. Bad Bunny was playing in the speakers of the club, and you laughed as Steve tried to move his hips like the latin american people do with this music.

“I don’t know how to dance this, but I love it!” Steve exclaims, the four glasses of rum and whiskey already making their entrance in Steve’s blood system. You were slightly tipsy, you weren’t going to lie, but you were having a great time after a week of deadlines at work and pressure from your boss. You can finally let go after many sleepless nights, thinking about the next morning at work.

“Not like that Steve!” Robin says with a laugh, taking a sip of her beer. You were the designated driver tonight, so you had stopped drinking a few minutes ago, but you still got that nice buzz going on.

“Ya think Jon is gonna like these moves?” He asks with a laugh as he swirls his hips again and Robin pretends to gag while you laugh loudly at his antics.

“I don’t need to know how you move your hips while you’re getting railed Steve!” She yells in disgust and Steve scoffs, as if offended.

“Who says I’m the one getting railed?” You stopped laughing, looking at Robin and then back at Steve.

“Steve, you literally made me go buy you some cream–”

“AH, AH.” He shut you up in a second which made you laugh once again, followed by Robin who almost spat her drink at the mention of the cream. “God, you two are menaces, I’m heading to the bathroom.” He states, walking off with a dismissal with his hand. You looked at Robin who was pouting at the can that fell on the floor.

“The laughter made me drop my drink…” She says with a sad tone, which made you giggle and squeeze her shoulder to lean over to her ear so she could hear.

“Go get another, I gotta stay put in case the others show up!” You explained to her, which she knew of, because Nancy had texted you they were outside of the club, ready to get inside and you told her your exact position. Robin nodded with a smile.

“I’ll be right back!” With that she moved away and you stood there in the middle of the dance floor, feeling a little weird being alone dancing, but you weren’t going to let your anxiety get the best of you now. So you kept swaying to the music while looking all around you to find the rest of the gang that was going to show up.

You felt two hands on your waist, and a shiver ran all the way through your spine, making you alert. You turned your head to find a man, tall, dark hair, and he really wasn’t in his best mentality. He looked completely inebriated. You pulled yourself away from him and turned to face him.

“You need anything?” You asked the man, knowing fairly well what he wanted, but you didn’t want to move from your spot. Nervousness was building up inside of you, wishing for anyone to simply show up right now as the man smiled down at you, a droopy tug on his lips.

“Your name, your number, everything baby.” You winced at his words. Fucking disgusting. You wanted to step away but someone was behind you dancing, so there wasn’t much mobility.

“Well, okay, that’s not really gonna happen, so move along to the next.” You spat out bitterly, trying to sound the bitchiest possible to make him go away. But you soon came to find out that this drunk man was stubborn to the core.

“I really like where I am now, c’mon, you’re alone, let me keep you some company.” He got closer, and your senses were on full alert now, deciding to simply go to the bar to look for Robin, or go to the restroom to escape him.

“Well, I don’t need it.” You moved to leave but your side was immediately grabbed onto, pulling you close to a broad body, and the scent of whiskey filled your nostrils instantly, your stomach turning in disgust, and fear. Your eyes looked at him with anger, a frown displayed in your features for him to not notice how scared you actually felt. “Let me go!”

“I do think you need it sweetheart.” His hands started rubbing onto your back, and you needed to run, you had to. You pressed your hands against his chest to pull him away from you, but he was stronger, pressing his hips against yours, almost making you gag. What is wrong with him? Where’s Robin? Where’s Steve?

“Fucking creep, let go!” You felt his fingers dig into your skin at your insult, and his eyes turned dark. Your eyes widened as you looked at him, noticing that this guy was indeed someone dangerous, be it because of alcohol or not. What if he injects something now? What if he does something and takes you away?

Your thoughts were interrupted when your shoulder was grabbed, pulling you away from the man that was holding you, as another hand, full of rings, an arm full of tattoos was pushing him away to make him lose his grip on you. You were pulled behind a broad back, and soft hands then rested on your shoulders to soothe you down.

“You okay?!” Nancy called out your name to inspect you, but you were just wide eyed at the interaction that was in front of you.

“Don’t you understand the word No?” You heard Eddie yell at the man that was in front of him. They were both the same size, staring each other down and one of Eddie’s hands was behind him, pressed against your chest to keep you behind him.

“Saw her first man, go away.” The other man said in a slur, and Eddie simply pushed him away, a frown formed of anger in his eyebrows as the guy stumbled backwards, your heart in your throat as you saw the scene unfold.

“She’s not an object to call dibs on. Fuck. Off. She doesn’t want to go with you.” The drunk man was already pissed off, and he straightened up, coming face to face with Eddie, taunting him, and your blood went cold as a shiver ran through your spine. You couldn’t see Eddie’s face, but the other man’s was of pure terror. He immediately backed away and without any more words, left the scene.

“What a fucking asshole!” Nancy yells as you snap out from your trance. You were staring at Eddie’s profile as he made sure the man left the scene. His eyes were sharp, firey even as he looked upon the retreating figure of the man. You were frozen in the spot, still staring at Eddie, until his gaze finally landed on you. His face slightly softened, his brown eyes coming back to their normal tint, his hair in a low man bun with a few hairs sticking down from the sides of his face.

Why did he help you?

“Do you want to go to the bouncer to throw him out?” He asked you, low, his breath on your ear, and you finally broke your trance, blinking. You were struck by his actions, because a week ago he had told you to, basically, go eat shit, and now he was saving you from a possible creep?

“I– Uh, no… It’s okay.” The words thank you were stuck in your throat, feeling embarrassed to even say them, feeling your heart go faster each second that passed. His eyes were fixed on your face as you were trying to gather up your courage to thank him, to say something, anything at all, anything that would actually show how grateful you were to him, for driving such a dangerous man away.

But Robin came back, catching Eddie’s attention. Nancy explained the situation to Robin and she was immediately infuriated, ready to go kill someone if needed. Eddie was calming her down, telling her he got it under control but you were still fixated on him, because your emotions went all over the place in the lapse of minutes. From excited, to pissed, to nervous, to scared, to relieved and to confused. It was too much.

The night went on afterwards, and when you went to bed, you realized something.

You never thanked him.

-

“Okay, anyone would save someone who is being creeped on like I was!” You say with a slight blush to your cheeks and Robin shook her head and side eyed you with judgment in her eyes.

“Yeah? Cause, noone who was dancing around you did. Only Eddie who appeared afterwards.” She explains and you winced at that because she was right. Robin was always right and you wanted to scream because of it. “Point is, the guy probably dislikes you, no doubt… Hate you? Don’t think so.”

You stared into nothing at that as your stomach flips all over, searching for an answer, any at all. It’s impossible to think of Eddie simply disliking you, because his words sometimes were a little too sharp, and they hit too close to home. You never know what his deal is many of the times you and your friends get together.

You once heard him talk about a guy, someone named Dustin, who Steve also knows. By the way both of them talk about him, he sounds pretty nice, but you do know he is much younger than your friends, like four years younger. Which reminds you…

“Hey, who’s Dustin?” At that Robin stiffened a little bit and moved on her seat.

“What about Dustybuns?” She asked and you frowned in confusion at that.

“What?”

“It’s what his girlfriend calls him.” Robin said with a giggle and you nodded in understanding. “So, what about Dustin?”

“Well, Steve always talks about him, and all of you seem to engage in conversation when he is mentioned.” You say, trying to hide the fact that really the only two people you heard talking about Dustin, were Eddie and Steve.

“We've known Dustin since high school.” She says and you raised an eyebrow at that.

“High school? I at least know Dustin is younger than you guys, so, you just hang out with a younger student?” You asked, actually intrigued now and she nodded at you, taking a sip of her water.

“Yeah, well, we met Dustin through Eddie, because he–” And she cut off at that. Eddie? You know he is two years older than you, so your math doesn’t make sense. Did he know Dustin from middle school?

“Because what?” Your interest has peaked now, suddenly feeling like you are getting to know a person who doesn’t even want to share the time of day with you. She shook her head, taking a gulp down and looked at you with an apologetic smile.

“Just that.” Your shoulders went down at that. Why was it so bad for them to tell you his story? It’s not like he will ever say it to you, and there’s nothing you would do with the information you could get.

Maybe bother him a bit, but that’s it.

“Just that? Seriously?”

“I’m sorry… I cannot really– If you want to know about him, at least ask him, don’t get the information out of me.” She says, sounding slightly bitter, which made you frown again, but now anger was starting to fill your insides.

“Why would I want information about him? I was just trying to connect some dots here.” You say defensively and you knew it sounded weird, but it really was what you were trying to do…

“Yeah, well… Dustin is our friend who still lives in Hawkins.” And that was that. You were staring completely bewildered at Robin, because she got defensive all of a sudden. You get it, you introduced yourself into an already made up group of friends, that go back years and years. You get the fact that she would defend Eddie rather than you, but there’s no need to be this cold about it.

“Alright.” You clenched your jaw as you got up from your chair, and she followed suit, holding onto your shoulders.

“I– I am sorry, but he wouldn’t like me talking about his life without his permission, and I certainly don’t have it… I do the same with you. It’s not like he asks, but if something, a certain fact of a story includes you, I always avoid it.” She explains to you, and you felt warmth engulfing you from head to toe at the sincerity of her voice. She also protected you against him, and that definitely was enough. You smiled softly at her, giving her a nod.

“Yeah, sorry Robin… I appreciate that. I just found Dustin interesting and the fact that I still haven't met him yet.” You said with a soft giggle as you both started walking to the trash to throw away your bags of food.

“Oh, he might visit soon! He has college and stuff, he is a super nerd so he is just way too into studying and going to classes.” She explains and you were thankful for that little fact about their friend. You stepped out of the lunch room, crashing into someone, making you stumble slightly.

“Oh– I’m so sorry!” You start to apologize as you hold onto the denim arm that passed by you. You looked up to see a bright smile looking at you, blue irises sending a shock down your body in just an instant.

“No, I’m sorry darling. I got lost trying to find Mrs. Liana’s office.”

Holy shit. It’s the model, Billy Hargrove.

“Oh, uh, she is actually on the floor above!” You explain to him, trying to not sound nervous in the least. He was actually gorgeous, too gorgeous for his own benefit. Can someone be this good looking? He gives you a nod with a wink, and you felt like dying right then and there.

“Noted. Thank you, beautiful.” He gives you one small smile as he walks back towards the hallway that leads to the elevators. You immediately looked at Robin with a wide smile on your face.

“That is the closest I will ever be of a god.” You sigh out dreamily and she rolls her eyes at you, a soft smile escaping the corners of her lips.

“I’m gay, but honestly… Yeah, the guy is hot, not even me, a queer, can deny that.” She says as you both start walking to the hallway so that you could return to your offices to continue working.

“What is he doing here?” You asked her as you passed by the elevators, as she explained that Billy was going to be hired to model specific clothing from Dolce & Gabanna that will be exclusively shown in our magazine only. You were listening to her, nodding in understanding and too awestruck that you didn’t even notice it.

You didn’t notice the pair of blue eyes that were looking at you as the elevator’s doors closed.

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Latecomers in Liquidation – Entitlements and Penalties

[Sikha Bansal is an Associate at Vinod Kothari & Company and can be reached at sikha@vinodkothari.com]

The Insolvency and Bankruptcy Code (the “Code”) provides for corporate insolvency resolution in respect of corporate debtors, and then liquidation where the insolvency proceedings fail. In case of liquidation of insolvent entities, the competing stakeholders stake their claims on insufficient assets. The laws generally mandate that the stakeholders furnish their claims within a specified time limit. However, it might be possible in certain situations that a creditor fails to furnish its proof of debt within the time so stipulated. Issues generally do not arise when there had been no distributions before the filing of proof by the creditor. Concerns emerge when a distribution has already been made.

In this context, questions which may come up are:

1. Is it possible for a creditor to submit claims after the maximum time-period allowed for submission of claims?

2. If the creditor is allowed to submit a belated claim, and an interim distribution had been made before receipt of its claim, will the creditor get the share that it would have been entitled to receive from the distribution so made?

3. If answer to the above is yes, what would be the impact on the distributions already made?

What the Code says

Sections 33 to 54 of the Code deal with the liquidation of the corporate debtor. Section 38 of the Code provides that the liquidator shall receive or collect the claims of creditors within 30 days from the liquidation commencement date. Also, according to regulation 12 of the Insolvency and Bankruptcy Board of India (Liquidation Process) Regulations, 2016 (the “Liquidation Regulations, 2016”) framed under the Code, the last date for submission of claims shall be 30 days from the liquidation commencement date. The Liquidation Regulations, 2016 do not dwell upon the consequences of delayed filing of proofs by creditors.

Section 177 of the Code provides for entitlements and penalties of and for the creditor who does not prove its debt before the declaration of dividend in case of individual bankruptcy. It states:

“(1) A creditor who has not proved his debt before the declaration of any dividend is not entitled to disturb, by reason that he has not participated in it, the distribution of that dividend or any other dividend declared before his debt was proved, but—

(a) when he has proved the debt, he shall be entitled to be paid any dividend or dividends which he has failed to receive, out of any money for the time being available for the payment of any further dividend; and

(b) any dividend or dividends payable to him shall be paid before that money is applied to the payment of any such further dividend.”

The provision similar to section 177 has traditionally been present in laws such as the Presidency Towns Insolvency Act, 1909 (section 72) and the Provincial Insolvency Act, 1920 (section 73) and then in the Companies (Court) Rules, 1959 (Rule 178). See also, rule 14.40 of the UK Insolvency Rules, 2016 and section 118 of the Bankruptcy Act of Singapore.

Judicial Trends

In Ganeshilal Gupta v. Bharatpur Oil Mills through Official Liquidator (1972), the Rajasthan High Court observed that:

“there has been a long delay in filing the proof, but the claim is within the period of limitation prescribed by the Limitation Act, the only consequence of the delay will be that prescribed by Section 474 of the Companies Act according to which a creditor, who does not prove his debt or claim within the time fixed by the court, has to be excluded from the benefit of any distribution made before his debt or claim is proved.”

However, in view of rules 177 and 178 of the Companies (Court) Rules, 1959, it is also clear that the creditor is “. . . entitled to be paid out of any money for the time being in the hands of the Liquidator available for distribution of dividend. The scheme of the law therefore does not prescribe any other penalty in the case of a belated claim.”

The Rajasthan High Court relied on the decision made in In re General Rolling Stock Company 1871 (7) Ch. Appeal 646, wherein the court held:

“. . . the rule is that everybody who had a subsisting claim at the time of the adjudication, the insolvency, the creation of the trust for creditors, or the administration decree, as the case may be, is entitled to participate in the assets, and that the Statute of Limitations does not run against this claim, but, as long as assets remain unadministered he is at liberty to come in and prove his claim, not disturbing any former dividend. Therefore so long as justice can be done to a creditor without disturbing the dividend already declared or paid, there is no reason why he should be prevented from getting his dividend. . . . I therefore direct the Official Liquidator to admit the applicant’s claim without further proof and pay her the dividend due to her if he can do so without disturbing the previous dividend and if he has funds enough in his hands.”

The Rajasthan High Court also relied on In re Metcalfe 1879 (13) Ch. D. 236. The view has also been followed in In re Kit Hill Tunnel 1880 (16) Ch. D. 590.

In Buckley on Companies Act, 13th edition, it has been stated,

“A creditor may come in and prove at any time before the company is dissolved; the penalty of not coming in before the day fixed by the Court is not exclusion altogether, but exclusion from the benefit of any distribution made before proof.”

Reference was also made by the Rajasthan High Court to the decisions in Isack Jesudasen Pillai v. Divan Bahadur Ramsamy Chetty ILR 1904 Mad. 496 which appears to have been based on the decision in General Rolling Stock Company (supra), and to T.R. Rajakumari v. Motion Picture Producers Combine Ltd. AIR 1942 Mad. 349. A similar view has been expressed in Palmer’s Winding up, Part II at p. 483:

“As by the Act the assets are impressed with a trust in favour of all the creditors, the Court will make no difficulty in admitting proofs after the expiration of the time fixed. No mischief can be done to other creditors by reason of the delay or laches of any creditor, since, if he delays beyond the proper time, he must take his chance of what assets he can find for payment of his debt, not disturbing any former dividend.”

It is thus a well settled proposition of the law that a creditor may come in and prove its debt at any time before the final distribution of the assets and within the time prescribed under the limitation law, but he cannot disturb any dividend which has already been paid.

The rules that emerge

The foregoing discussion makes the following clear –

(i) A creditor who delays filing of proof of debt is not barred from proving altogether.

(ii) The creditor may come in any time before the final distribution of dividend.

(iii) The debt must not be time-barred; i.e. the proof must be lodged within the time allowed under the limitation law.

(iv) Where a distribution had been made prior to the creditor lodging delayed proof, it is not entitled to disturb such distribution, because it had not participated in the same.

(v) However, the creditor is entitled to the sums it has failed to receive.

(vi) Such sum shall be paid to the creditor out of the money, for the time being in the hands of the liquidator, available for distribution as dividend.

(vii) The money in the hands of the liquidator shall first be applied to pay the creditor and then applied to the payment of any future dividend or dividends.

Illustrations

The table shows two scenarios.

Particulars Example 1 Example 2 Claims of A, B, C (each) 3000 3000 Cash in the hand of liquidator 10000 1000 Interim distribution 50% of creditors’ claims 10% of creditors’ claims Receipts by A, B, C (each) 1500 300 Money remaining with the liquidator, after which the liquidator proposes to distribute final dividend 5500 100 D (late creditor) claims 5000 4000 Dividend which D failed to receive in first distribution 50% of 5000=2500 10% of 4000=400 Therefore, payment to D which should be made before further distribution 2500 100 Amount remaining in the hands of liquidator for payment to A, B, C, D in final distribution 3000 Nil Ratio of payments to A, B, C, D (in the ratio of remaining dues) 1500:1500:1500:2500 NA Payments to A, B, C, D (each) 643 to A, B, C and 1071 to D NA % of claims received by A, B, C, D in full and final settlement 71% A, B,C received 10% of their claims, while D has received 2.5% only

In example 1, the creditor D did not disturb the distributions made to A, B, C; however, it received an equivalent proportion of its dues from the liquidation estate. However, in example 2, it will be noted that A, B and C have received 10% of their claims, while D has received merely 2.5% of its claim. The creditor D cannot claim for the deficiency since it was late in participating in the distributions. 

Conclusion

Therefore, the creditor will not be devoid of its share in the distribution already made. It will have to contend with the money available after the distribution – it cannot seek re-inclusion of the moneys distributed in the liquidation estate. The creditors who filed their proofs in time will not suffer at the hands of the creditor who came late. However, at the same time, it must be accepted that a creditor’s delay cannot promote other creditors’ entitlements – just because a creditor was late in filing, his proof must not let other creditors receive more than what they ought to have received had all the creditors filed their claims in time. Therefore, there is no prejudice against the creditors including the one who comes late.

The creditor’s penalty for coming late, in effect, is that it will be running with the risk of insufficient assets which may be distributed in its entirety if the delay is prolonged. Also, the creditor will be losing on the time value of money which it could have received at the time the distribution was made.

– Sikha Bansal 

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Anvil - NEW ALBUM WILL BE RELEASED JANUARY 19th, 2018 -- FIRST SINGLE AND VIDEO OUT TODAY -- EUROPEAN TOUR CONFIRMED FOR 2018 - Canadian Metal heroes ANVIL release their first digital single and lyric video for the new song "Ego" today! The song is taken from their forthcoming studio album "Pounding The Pavement". "Ego" is a song where Lips spread his razor-sharp guitar riffs over the dynamic rhythm foundation courtesy of Robb Reiner and Chris Robertson, adding additional bite with his familiar raw vocal style. You can watch the video here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=doNDXL6tiBs&feature=youtu.be The new album "Pounding The Pavement" will be released on January 19th 2018 through SPV/Steamhammer as a digipak version (+1 bonus track and poster), 2LP gatefold coloured version, download and stream https://www.amazon.fr/Pounding-The-Pavement-Double-LP-Gatefold--CD/dp/B076BJ7F9G?tag=spvde01-21&ie=UTF8&linkCode=as2&ascsubtag=aef319879fdf341915f0daf1e8016415 ANVIL will embark on a massive European-Tour from February to April 2018 with some festvals already announced for summer. Here are the confirmed dates: ANVIL "Pounding The Pavement" European Tour 2018 01.02.NL-Leiden - Gebr. De Nobel02.02.NL-Venlo - Poppodium Grenswerk03.02.NL-Hengelo - Metropool04.02.NL-Tilburg - Little Devil06.02.GB-London - Underworld07.02.GB-Stoke - Eleven Music08.02.GB-Newcastle - Trillians09.02.GB-Grimsby - Yardbirds10.02.GB-Glasgow - Cathouse11.02.GB-Wigan - Pure13.02.GB-Belfast - The Limelight14.02.IE-Dublin - The Academy16.02.GB-Buckley - Tivoli17.02.GB-Bridgend - Hobos18.02.GB-Brighton - Green Door Store20.02.GB-Bilston - Robin 221.02.GB-York - Fibbers22.02.GB-Evesham - Iron Road23.02.GB-Weston - The Bear24.02.B-Kortrijk - De Kreun25.02.F-Paris - Le Trabendo27.02.F-Colmar - Le Grillen01.03.E-Irun - Sala Tunk02.03.E-Madrid - MON03.03.E-Valencia - Paberse Club04.03.E-Barcelona - Sala Boveda13.03.CH-Solothurn - Kofmehl14.03.D-Munich - Backstage15.03.D-Essen - Turock16.03.D-Mannheim - 7er Club17.03.D-Münster - Sputnikhalle18.03.D-Berlin - Musik & Frieden20.03.D-Flensburg - Roxy22.03.SE-Gothenburg - Sticky Fingers23.03.SE-Finspang - Hugo24.03.SE-Uppsala - Katalin25.03.SE-Stockholm - Fryshuset Klubben28.03.NO-Oslo - Olsen Pa Bryn29.03.NO-Haugesund - Flytten30.03.NO-Hamar - Gregers31.03.NO-Odal - Odal Rock Club04.04.D-Frankfurt - Nachtleben05.04.D-Hamburg - Markthalle06.04.D-Siegburg - Kubana 15-17.04. F/E -  Full Metal Cruise VI25.08.GB-Newark - Stonedeaf Festival26.-28.07. D-Brande/Höhnerkirchen - Headbangers Open Air https://www.facebook.com/anvilmetal/

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it'd proven surprisingly difficult to find a quiet, private place in a hospital. they'd lingered and engaged in conversation until maddie had nodded her silent approval in his direction, ever capable of understanding what her brother wants - well before he does, in most cases, though not today; the tight grip of buck's hand on @doomdays' had spoken volumes about his desire. it's a contact he'd maintained in the ten minutes spent dragging tommy through hallways, considering their options, before finally, buck settled on the stairwell where they sit now, buck's thumb stroking circles into tommy's skin, his head resting on his shoulder.

the smell of smoke clings to him like a second skin, and to buck, it's almost comforting in his familiarity (and how starkly it contrasts the antiseptic cleanliness of a hospital. there's a twinge of... not quite anxiety, but something close, sharp memories resurfacing. he doesn't consider himself fearful of hospitals - he just wishes he could take a break from them.) but the smoke and the soot is also indicative of the hell tommy's been in these past twenty-four hours; buck feels a shudder in his heart because he knows too well the danger, and he knows how exhausted he must be.

buck inhales, gives tommy's fingers a faint squeeze as he says, in a voice rich with adoration, "i'm so glad you made it." it's not the slow dance buck had dreamt of - and although there's a booze-induced haze across his night, he remembers that clearly, at least - it's something: the taste of tommy, still bright in his mouth, the weight of him pressed against his side. buck suddenly pulls their hands up, so that he can kiss tommy's knuckles, and he holds his fingers there for a heartbeat after before looking upwards through his lashes, grinning. "you look really hot. i hope you don't mind me saying that."