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Love With Tragedy

This is my first fic, please bare with me 😭😭😭 I’M SO SORRY IF IT’S HORRIBLE!!!! I wrote this on a google doc and copy and pasted it to Tumblr sooooooo......

Credit to @edwardmunsen for the gif

Eddie Munson! x Henderson!Fem Reader!

Warnings!!: Light Smut so 18+ only!! (Kissing, pussy eating, fingering, hickeys) Hell of a lot of angst, L-Bombs, Fem pronouns used, Y/N is used quite a lot... I’M SORRY. If you read this (Which I’m not expecting anyone to) please tell me if I missed anything!!!! Not proofread. Way to lazy to go through and do that. I’m not a good writer so go easy on me.....

Word Count: 9,880

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Y/N Henderson. Dustin Henderson’s older sister. She just went to work, did her cheer for the school and stayed home. She was a part of the whole mall thing that happened last year. She got dragged into it by Dustin when she went to the mall with him and got trapped with him, Steve, Robin, and Erica. She’s had to go to therapy because of it. She couldn’t get the things she witnessed out of her mind. She had nightmares all the time because of it. She never saw Dustin anymore. He was always at school or doing things with his friends. Now that he was a part of the Hellfire Club, she saw him maybe once a week. She loved him, obviously, but she just missed having him around. It was late at night. She needed to pick Dustin up. She was supposed to be at the assembly, but she didn’t want to go. She sighed and stood up. She grabbed her car keys and drove to the school. They were having a club meeting or something that night. She got to the school, parked, and got out of the car. She leaned against the back of it and saw tons of people walking out of the school. She waited and saw a group of kids shouting and cheering. She smiled a little. She knew Dustin was in the group. It took him 15 minutes to say his goodbyes and walk over. He snatched the car keys from her.

“Ah, ah,” She held her hand out. “What do you think you’re doing?” “Oh come on! Just this once!” “I’m not leaving and you can stand here in front of your friends embarrassing yourself.” “You’re so mean.” He gives her keys back.

“That’s what I thought.” Flicks his nose.

An older kid in his group with long curly black hair was staring at the interaction. She glanced at him for a moment. He looked familiar to her. They drive home and she turns in for the night.

She was running. Running fast. Loud growls and screeches sounded through her ears. She was running towards a doorway. An open doorway. Dustin, Steve, Nancy, Jonathan, Mike, Will, Lucas, Robin, El, Max, Hopper, Joyce. All of them were standing there. They were calling out to her. She looked over her shoulder and gasped. It was chasing her. She started running faster. Distorted screaming. Her feet hurt. She couldn’t breathe. She tripped. She fell to the ground with a loud thud and groaned. She flipped around and turned backwards. It was getting up to her. Its long limb thing snaked out and grabbed her foot. It started pulling her. It was pulling fast. She screamed. She flipped around on her stomach and saw the group running towards her.

“Dustin!!!!”

And it went dark.

She shot up in bed and breathed heavily. She panted and ran a hand through her hair. She slowly calmed down and let out a shaky breath. She rubbed her hands over her face and sniffled. She laid back down and stared at the ceiling. She heard a voice.

“Y/N……” Ominous ticking. A clock? She got up and walked out of her room. She gasped. She was back in the mall. Only it was…. Destroyed. She walked over to a bright red light in the middle of the rubble. She ran her hand through it. It felt weird. She heard the ticking again. She looked to her left and saw a huge grandfather clock. It was cracked. She walked closer to it. She got a sick feeling. She felt something wrap around her foot. She looked down and didn’t see anything. She still felt it. She gasped heavily suddenly. She was back in her room. She was standing next to her bed. She started crying. She sank to the floor and sobbed into her hands.

The next day, she was home watching the news. A Hawkins High student found dead. In the Munson’s Trailer. Munson. That sounded familiar to her. She shook it off. Later into the day, the door swung open and Dustin ran in with Max.

“We have to go. Come on!” “What?” She looked at him.

“This is a life or death matter, come on!” “Uhm, okay.” She followed him outside and saw Steve’s car. Steve and Robin were inside it. She got in with the other two. Max was squished in the back with her and Dustin.

“So, where are we going?” “We’re finding Eddie.” Dustin said.

“Eddie?” “Eddie Munson.” The name clicked.

“Oh, the leader of that club thing you’re in?” “It’s a D&D club. How many times do I have to explain this?”

“I’m sorry, I forgot. But, wasn’t some kid just found dead at the Munson’s trailer?”

“Yeah, and they think Eddie did it.”

“I know, Eddie. He wouldn’t do this. He’s a sweet guy. He helped me a lot in Biology Junior year.”

“Yeah, we know he didn’t do it.” Dustin mumbled.

They drove further into the woods to a house. He wasn’t in the house, but there was a cabin type thing in the back. They walked in and looked around. She saw Steve grab a boat oar and start jabbing it into a tarp that was in the boat.

“What are you doing?” Dustin gasped. “What are you doing?” “He might be in here.” Steve exclaimed.

“So take the tarp off!”

“If you’re so brave, you take the tarp off.”

Floorboards creaked under their feet and they looked around more. Max spoke up. “Hey, look over here.” She rifled through some food wrappers. “Someone was here.” “Maybe he heard us. Got spooked and ran.”

“Don’t worry, Steve will get him with his oar.”

“I know you think you’re being funny, Henderson, but considering that everyone in this room has nearly died a thousand times, personally, I don’t find it funny in the slight-” Suddenly the tarp flew up and Steve was slammed up against the wall. It was Eddie. He was holding a broken beer bottle to Steve’s throat. Y/N gasped loudly.

“Eddie! Eddie!” He looked at Dustin.

“It's me! It’s Dustin! This is Steve! He’s not gonna hurt you, right Steve?” “Right. Yeah.” “Steve, why don’t you drop the oar?”

Steve dropped the oar and Eddie pushed the bottle more against Steve’s throat.

“He's cool! He’s cool!”

“I’m cool, man. I’m cool.”

“What are you doing here?” Eddie’s voice sounded scared.

“We’re looking for you.”

He looked at Y/N and she gave him an encouraging smile.

“We’re here to help.” Robin interjected.

“Eddie, these are my friends. You know Robin, from band!” Robin made trumpet noises and made a hand signal. “This is my friend Max. The one who never wants to play D&D.” She just waves. “And my sister! Y/N, you’ve met her.”

“Remember? Mrs Janice in Biology last year?” Eddie just nodded.

“Eddie, we’re on your side. I swear on my mother!”

“Hey, woah, heh, what? Look, I know he didn’t do anything, but that’s a little far.” Y/N interjected.

“Right guys?”

“Yes, Yes. We swear.”

“O-On, Dustin’s mother.”

“On my mother.” Y/N sighed.

“Yeah, Dustin’s….. Dustin’s mother.”

Eddie let’s go of Steve after a few seconds. He sits on the floor. Dustin approaches him.

“Eddie….. We just want to talk.”

Dustin tries to take the broken bottle, but Eddie yanks it back. Robin kneeled down next to them.

“You won’t believe me…” His voice cracked.

Max shrugged.

“Try us.”

Eddie looked at her weird.

(Few minutes later)

“Her body, just, like lifted up into the air and, uh….. And she just like, hung there. In the air. And her bones, uh…… her bones started to snap. Her eyes man, it was like, it was like there was something inside her head, like pulling. I didn’t know what to do, so I just….. Ran away. I left her there. You all think I’m crazy, don’t you?” “No, we don’t think you’re crazy at all-”

“Don’t bullshit me, man! I know how this sounds!”

“We’re not bullshitting you.” Max said.

“We believe you.”

Eddie exhales.

“Look, what I’m about to tell you, might be a little….. Difficult to take.”

“Uh, okay.”

Y/N nervously chewed on her lip.

“You know how people say Hawkins is….. Cursed?” Eddie looks at him. “They’re not….. Way off.” Y/N lets out a shaky breath. “There’s another world. A world hidden beneath Hawkins. Sometimes, it bleeds into ours.” “Like ghosts and shit?”

“There are some things worse than ghosts.”

“There are monsters from this other world….. We thought they were gone. But, they’ve come back before. And that’s why we needed to find you.” “If they’re back again, we need to know.”

“That night, did you see anything?”

“Dark particles maybe?”

Eddie shook his head.

“It would almost look like dust, swirling dust.” “No, man, there was nothing you could see or, uh…. or touch.” Eddie swallowed hard. “You know I tried to wake her, man. She couldn’t move. It was like she…. She was in a trance or something.” “Like a spell.” “Or a curse.” “Vecna’s Curse.” “Whos’ Vecna?”

“An undead creature of great power.” “A spell caster.” “A dark wizard.”

Y/N gulped nervously. Robin gave Y/N a piece of gum to distract her. After explaining more, Dustin stood up.

“Y/N, you’re staying here with him until further notice. We will leave a walkie. The rest of us are going to try and figure out what the hell is going on.” Dustin pointed at her.

Y/N nodded. Eddie was still huddled against the wall.

“I’m gonna go to the store. Just buy some things to tide us over for a little while.” Y/N mumbled.

“Okay, we’ll drop you off at home so you can get your car.” Dustin said.

“You cool being alone for a little bit, Eddie?” Robin asked.

He just nodded. They all left. Y/N changed out of her cheer uniform before leaving. She drove to the store and bought a bunch of things. Bottles of water, Yoo Hoo’s, different types of cereal, etc. She drove back up to the cabin, making sure to hide her car. She grabbed all the bags, struggled a little and walked to the cabin. She managed to get the door open.

“Hey, Eddie, it’s me…” She kept her voice kinda quiet.

She set the bags down on a table and saw him asleep in the boat. She put stuff in the fridge there and left the rest on the table. She yawned and sat down on the ground. She took her shoes off and pulled her Hawkin’s jacket on. It was freezing. She curled up on the floor and fell asleep pretty fast. Surprisingly, there wasn’t a nightmare that night. She woke up the next morning. She was woken up by footsteps. She froze and peeked an eye open. She let out a breath. It was just Eddie raiding the food. She sat up and stretched her arms above her head, yawning. Eddie jumped a little and looked at her.

“So, what is one of Hawkin’s High’s beloved cheerleaders doing all wrapped up in this?”

“No good morning?”

Eddie rolled his eyes.

“Good morning.”

Y/N smiled at him.

“It’s a long story.”

“Believe me, I have time.”

Y/N sighs.

“Well, the whole fire in the mall was just a cover up. There were actually evil Russian scientists under the mall trying to get to the other world. The upside down as we call it because it’s our world, but….. Upside down. Giant monster destroyed the mall. We killed it. It almost killed me, fun fact.” Eddie’s eyebrows shot up. “Man, I kinda just said that very casually didn’t I?” “Uh, yeah.”

“Well, we killed it. Lost a few people. Uhm, yeah. Not to mention the girl that we rely on that has super powers, but those went bye bye and she lives in California now, sooooo.”

His eyebrows just stayed up and he looked even more confused.

“I’m sure Dustin and Steve will explain better whenever they come back.”

They went quiet and heard car doors shut. They both shot up. Eddie ran to the window, looking outside it. He didn’t see anyone.

“Shit….” They calmed down until the door opened. They both freaked out and Y/N grabbed a pipe off the floor. Dustin and the group walked in.

“Delivery Service!” Dustin was holding a few bags.

Y/N let out a breath and put the pipe down.

(A few minutes later) Eddie was sitting in the boat, scarfing down a box of honeycomb and drinking a bottle of Yoo Hoo.

“So we got uh, some good news and some bad news. How do you prefer it?” “Bad news first, always.” Some cereal fell out of his mouth.

“All right, bad news. We tapped into the Hawkins PD dispatch with our Cerebro, and they’re definitely looking for you. Also, they’re, uh, pretty convinced you killed Chrissy.” “Like, 100% kind of convinced.”

Eddie looked scared.

“And the good news?” “Your name hasn’t gone public yet. But, if we found out about you, it’s a matter of time before others do, too, and once that gets out, everyone and their shallow-minded mother is gonna be gunning for you.”

“Hunt the freak, right?”

“Exactly.” “Shit.”

“So before that happens, we find Venca, kill him, and prove your innocence.”

“That’s all Dustin, that’s all?”

“Yeah, no, that’s pretty much it.” “Listen, Eddie, I know everything Dustin is saying sounds totally delusional, but we’ve actually been through this before. I mean, they have a….. A few times, and…. And I have once. Mine was more human-flesh-based, theirs was more smoke-related, but the bottom line is, collectively, I really feel we got this.” Robin rambled.

“We usually rely on this girl who has super powers. But, uh, those went bye-bye, so….” Steve mumbled “So we’re technically in more of the--” Dustin cut himself off. “Kinda….” “Brainstorming phase.” Max blurted out.

“Brainstorming!” Steve snaps his fingers.

“There…. There’s nothing to worry about.” Dustin sputters.

Steve scoffs and nods. Suddenly there were police sirens. Everyone started to freak out.

“Tarp! Tarp, tarp!” Eddie got under the tarp and everyone else looked out the windows. Soon, the others in the group left to go see what was happening. Y/N stayed behind with Eddie. She was doodling on a piece of paper.

“So, what kinda music do you listen to?” Eddie looked at her from the boat.

“Oh, uh, nothing you would be into.” Y/N mumbled.

“Hmm, like, give me a general description.”

She pulls a cassette player and headphones out of the bag Dustin brought. She rifled through a few tapes and chose My Girl. She put it in and handed him the headphones. He put them on and she pressed play. She continued doodling on the paper while he listened to it. The song ended and he took the headphones off.

“That’s kinda what I expected.” She smiled.

“Yeah, I’m pretty easy to figure out.”

“It’s not really my thing, but impressive you found a tape of this song.” He handed the headphones and tape back.

“I have more older songs. All in this bag.”

He took the bag and looked inside it.

“Some newer stuff, too.”

He inspected the tapes. He picked one up and grinned. She read it and her eyes went wide. Eddie My Love.

“Damnit, I told him not to put that one in there!”

He snatched the player and headphones and started playing the song. He had a stupid smile on his face the whole time. She hid her face in embarrassment. When the song stopped he took the headphones off.

“Well, this has got to be awkward for you.”

“Yes, it’s very awkward.”

He finishes rifling through them and hands the bag and player back. She stood up.

“I’m gonna go for a walk and try and find something to liven up this place. It’s getting boring.”

He looked like he was starting to panic.

“Don’t worry, I won’t be gone long. I’m just gonna go find some flowers or something.” “What would you even put them in?” “Uh…..” Looks around and picks up an empty Yoo Hoo bottle. “Fill it with water from the lake.”

“Okay, whatever, just don’t be long.”

“I won’t.” She walks outside and starts down a path. She remembers the exact direction she goes. She picks a few flowers and some extras. She fills the bottle with water from the lake and walks back to the cabin. She puts them on the table.

“Tah da!” Eddie just looks at them. She frowns.

“You could at least pretend to like them.”

He just puts on a fake smile. She sighs, shakes her head, and sits back down on the floor to continue doodling on the piece of paper. Eddie frowns. She puts the headphones on and turns on a song. She could feel him staring at her. She glanced up at him a few times before pausing the song. She grabbed the walkie.

“Dustin?”

He took a second to respond. “Yeah?” “Is mom at work?” “Yeah, why?” “Because Eddie needs a shower. I can smell him from here.” “Hey!” Eddie exclaimed.

“She’s doing a book club after work with her lady friends. She shouldn’t be home until late. Just be careful.”

“We will.” She stands up.

“Come on. We gotta get there quick.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

They get in her car and he lays down in the back so people don’t see him. They stopped by his trailer first, luckily it wasn’t a crime scene so he could get a few changes of clothes. His uncle wasn’t there. They got to her house and they quickly got him inside without anyone seeing him. She showed him the bathroom and sat outside of it so she could hear if her mom came home early. She passed him some clothes and he walked out, his curly hair still wet. She probably stared a bit too long. She got up and quickly went into the bathroom. Eddie grinned at her flusteredness. She showered and heard him walk into her room. She let out a breath of relief. She didn’t need him looking around the house. She got out of the shower and pulled her clothes on. Mom jeans, and a green sleeveless cable net sweater vest. She hung her towel up and walked into her room. Eddie was looking through her bookshelf. She sat down at her vanity and started drying her hair. When she was finished, Eddie finally said something.

“Hey, I’m sorry if I made you upset earlier. I know you were just trying to be positive.” “It’s fine.” She put hand cream on. “Doesn’t matter.”

Eddie just decided to stay quiet. They soon left and went back to the cabin.

(2 weeks later)

Y/N and Eddie had gotten closer. Like way closer. Always laughing at something and making fun of each other. Y/N couldn’t help the feelings she started to develop for him. He was funny and charming. She had met plenty of charming men, but he was different. Those other men were loud, rough, and always trying to show her off. Eddie was different. He wasn’t pushy. He was gentle. He actually made her laugh. Today was already going well because he had agreed to let her put little flowers she found in his hair. His hair was thick enough that they would all stay in his hair. She was smiling and put the last one in.

“Ta da!” She put the small hand held mirror in front of him.

He smiled at himself in the mirror.

“I do look quite adorable.”

She adjusted a few and clapped her hands together.

“Dustin never let me do stuff like this to him.”

“Well, he’s missing out.” She giggled. It got later at night. She was sitting outside on the shoreline with Eddie. No one was on the lake so they were taking the opportunity to sit outside. Now that Y/N has kinda been “missing”, she was believed to be taken by Eddie. All according to Dustin. She had brought the tape player out and unplugged the headphones so they could both hear the songs. Eddie had grown a liking to the gentle love songs. He was still very much a metal head, but he didn’t have any of his music. Y/N was laying on the sand, looking up at the stars. At Last by Etta James started playing. Eddie stood up and held his hand out.

“Dance, m’lady?”

She smiled and blushed. She took his hand and he showed her how to slow dance.

“Eddie Munson knows how to slow dance?”

He laughed a little.

“Mmm, surprisingly yes.”

She laid her cheek on his shoulder and wrapped her arms around his neck. He was a little caught by surprise, but hugged his arms around her waist. The song ended, and she was about to pull away, but Eddie pulled her in tighter. She gulped nervously. He tipped his head back to look at her and she looked at him. His eyes glanced at her lips a few times before she suddenly kissed him. He instantly kissed her back and cupped her face in his hands. The kiss got deeper and his arms went around her. He laid her down on the sand and got on top of her. They kissed more. She felt the bulge in his pants and moaned a little. He picked her up, along with the player and carried her back inside the boathouse. He laid her down in the boat and got back on top of her. He kissed down her neck and she moaned. “Eddie…..”

“Jesus, I’ve wanted this for weeks.” He kissed back up to her lips.

She wrapped her legs around him and kissed him back passionately. They suddenly stopped when they heard cars. Eddie got off her quickly and looked out the windows. “We need to get the boat out.”

They got the boat out and started rowing it. They got to the middle of the lake and Eddie started to try and turn on the engine. He let out strings of curses and hit it a few times. Y/N looked over and saw two familiar people swimming towards them. Jason and Patrick. “Uh, Eddie…?” Eddie looked up and started cursing more. He rowed faster. Jason was gaining on them quickly, but stopped when Patrick stopped. He was yelling something at Patrick and started swimming again. He turned to Patrick again and they all let out screams. Patrick was thrown into the air.

“Not again!” Eddie backed up to the end of the boat she was at and she held onto him.

His bones snapped, making him look disfigured.

“We gotta jump.” Eddie whispered.

“What?”

“Into the water!”

Eddie got up and dove in. Y/N stood up and made eye contact with Jason.

“Y/N?”

She looked at Eddie. “I’ll catch you, just jump.”

Jason was starting to get on the boat. She jumped and Eddie, truth to his word, caught her. He started swimming surprisingly fast while carrying her. Jason was just staring at her in disbelief. She buried her face in his neck and they eventually got to the shoreline. Eddie was still carrying her. Neither of them could afford either of them lagging behind. They heard distant sirens, but were too far out for anyone to find them. They stopped at Skull Rock. Eddie set her down and she sagged against the rock.

“I’m gonna be wanted by the police now. Not just for being missing.”

“I’m sorry, Y/N. You never should’ve been dragged into this shit. It’s your shit head little brother. It’s his fault.”

“Dustin didn’t know this would happen. We can’t be mad at him.”

She shivered a little. He took his leather jacket off and gave it to her. She put it on and hugged it around her. He sighed and rubbed his hands over his face.

“There’s a construction site not too far from here. In the morning I’ll see if I can get one of the worker’s walkies so we can try and contact Dustin.”

She nodded and sat down on the ground, pulling her knees up against her chest.

“Get some rest. You need it.”

She just stared at the ground.

“Y/N.” She looked up at him.

“Go to sleep. At least try. We’re not gonna be any help if we’re sleep deprived.” He sat down next to her.

She just nodded. He didn’t know if it was appropriate to comfort her so he just kept his hands together in front of him. She let out a breath and snuggled up to him. Her eyes were still wide and staring at the ground. She laid her head in his lap and curled into a ball. He put his hand on her arm and his fingers ran through her hair. She slowly shut her eyes and started dozing off. She let out soft snores and little whines every now and then. He fell asleep soon enough as well.

(The next morning)

Eddie successfully took one of their walkies and was trying to contact Dustin.

“Dustin, can you hear me? Wheeler? Anybody?!”

“Eddie. Holy shit, are you okay?” Y/N let out a breath and Eddie shook his head and rubbed his forehead

“Nah, man. Pretty…… Pretty goddamn far from okay.” “Where are you? Is Y/N with you?”

“Skull Rock. Do you know it? And yes, Y/N is with me.”

“Uh, yeah. That’s near Cornwallis and--”

“Garrett, yeah. I know where that is.” Steve interjected.

“Hold tight. We’re coming. We’re coming.”

Eddie nodded and let out a breath. He set the walkie down and covered his face with his hands. Y/N looked across from where she was sitting and at him. He tipped his head back against the rock.

“We can’t tell Dustin what happened between us. He’d freak out.”

He nodded.

“I know.” She nervously chewed on her lip.

“Are we going to talk about it?”

Y/N looked down at her hands. His face fell and he nodded.

“I get it. Heat of the moment. Meant nothing. Got it.”

“No, Eddie, that’s not-” “Y/N, I get it. You regret making out with the freak. I understand.” “You’re not a freak, Eddie.”

He stands up, frustrated.

“Oh? I’m not? Then explain why I’ve been called that almost my whole life.” “Stupid people called you that because they didn’t know anything about you. You’re the furthest thing from a freak.”

“I’ve been held back for 2 years. I’m 20 years old and still in highschool.” “So? That doesn’t make you a freak!” “THEN WHAT DOES IT MAKE ME!?” He shouted.

She went quiet. He groaned and ran his fingers through his hair. She pulled her knees up to her chest and looked away from him. She just stared at some trees.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have yelled.” His voice was quiet and gentle.

She didn’t respond and she noticed he climbed up a tree. She just ignored him. An hour later, she heard voices. She hid behind the rock.

“Oh boom. Bada bing, bada boom. There she is Henderson. Skull Rock. In your face, man. In your stupid, cocky little face.” “Doesn’t make sense.” “Yeah, yeah. Even with it staring you in the face, you can’t admit it. Can’t admit you’re wrong, you little butthead.”

Eddie jumps down from something and they turn around fast to look at him.

“I conquer. You, Dustin Henderson, are a….. Total butthead.”

“Jesus, we thought you were a goner!” Dustin hugs him, catching him by surprise. “Yeah, me too, man. Me too.”

Steve nods at him.

“Where’s Y/N?” Dustin asked.

Y/N peeked from behind the rock and let out a breath.

“God, you guys arguing scared the shit outta me.” Y/N walked over.

Dustin almost tackled her to the ground.

“Jesus, christ!” Y/N exclaimed, trying to keep balance.

A few minutes later….

“When I got to the shore, I tried calling you guys, but, uh…..” He took a swig of his flask. “My walkie was busted, man. Drenched. So, uh, I did the thing that I do now, apparently. I ran.” He chuckled.

“Do you know what time this was? The attack?”

“Yeah, no, I….. I know exactly what time it was. My walkie wasn’t the only thing that got soaked.” He waved his watch in the air and threw it at Nancy. “9:27.” “Same time our flashlights went kablooey.” “Which means what, exactly?”

“That that surge of energy was Vecna attacking Patrick.”

“Well, we’re one step closer. We know how Vecna attacks.”

“And where he attacks from.”

“So now we just need to sneak into his lair in the Upside Down and drive a stake through his heart.”

“If he even has a heart.” “A stake? Is he like a vamp? Is he a vampire?”” It was a metaphor.” “A bullet should work on him, right?” “I say we chop his head off.”

Y/N pulls Eddie’s jacket around her more.

“I’d say all of the above, but we can’t do any of that, til we find a way into the Upside Down.”

“We need El to get her powers back.” “Everything was way easier. We had this girl. She had superpowers.”

“Superpowers. Yeah, you mentioned her.” Eddie looked at Dustin. “Hey, uh, Henderson’s not, uh, cursed, is he?” “Cursed? No, no. He’s fine. Mental? Absolutely.” “Imagine living with him.” Y/N mumbled.

Dustin waved his arms and shouted.

“Boom!” It echoed and he pointed at Steve. “Bada… bada… boom. I was right. Skull Rock was north.”

“Seriously? You’re serious?” “Mm-hmm.”

“This is Skull Rock. Okay?” “Mm-hmm.” “You’re totally, absolutely, 100% wrong. Right now.” “Yes. And no.”

“Oh, my god.”

“This compass worked correctly when we left the Wheelers. It was correct when we got in the car on Curly. But, it started to slip the further east we went. Now, it’s way off. When I was leading us here, I wasn’t wrong. The compass was.”

“So you’re using faulty equipment. Dude, you’re still wrong.”

“Except it isn’t faulty. Lucas, remember what can affect a compass?” “An electromagnetic field.” “Yep.” “Sorry, I must’ve skipped that class.”

“In the presence of a stronger electromagnetic field, the needle will deflect towards that power. So either there’s some super big magnet around here, or…..” “There’s a gate.” Lucas finished his sentence.

“But, we’re nowhere near the lab.”

“But what if, somehow, there’s another gate? A gate that we don’t know about. It’d have to be smaller. Way less powerful.” “Snack-size gate.”

“How? Why?”

“No idea. All I know is that something is causing this disturbance, and the last we’ve seen anything like it, it was a gate. And I hope it is because then we’d have a way to Vecna. And a shot at freeing Max from this curse.” “Where are you going? Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. Eddie’s still a wanted man. We can’t just go for a hike in the woods.” “This little steel capsule might be the key to saving both Max and Eddie. What say you, Eddie the Banished?”

“I say you’re asking me to follow you into Mordor, which, if I'm totally straight with you, I think it’s a really bad idea. But, uh, the Shire…. The Shire is burning.” Dustin started jumping and Eddie stood up. “So Mordor it is.”

Everyone started walking.

“What is Mordor?” Eddie suddenly went back to grab his stuff.

“Get your stuff dude. Let’s go.”

Y/N trailed behind the group. She heard the distant clock ticking. Just like Max kept describing. She shook it off and kept following. She was kinda lagging behind. They eventually get back to the lake when it’s dark. Dustin’s compass is still freaking out. “Something’s happening…” “Dustin? Can you slow down? Dustin?”

“I think we’re getting close!” They get to the shore.

“Watch your step, big guy.”

“Oh, man. You gotta be shitting me.” Steve cursed.

“Yeah, I thought these woods were familiar.” “Lover’s Lake.” Robin said in awe.

“This is confounding.”

“There’s a gate in Lover’s Lake?” Max asked.

“Whenever the Demogorgon attacked, it always left an opening. Maybe Vecna’s the same way.” “Yeah, only one way to find out.”

They get the boat. “Easy. I…. I said easy, man.” “Sorry, dude.”

Robin grabbed their heads and stepped onto the boat. Nancy got on the boat. Y/N took Eddie’s offered hand and he helped her on the boat. Robin gave her a look and grinned. Dustin tried to get on, but Eddie pushed him back. “Trying to sink us? This boat holds 4 people, tops.”

Nancy got Dustin to stay. Steve got on the boat and Dustin scoffed.

“You said 4 people.”

“Sorry….” They rowed off into the lake. Y/N was sitting next to Eddie. They agreed Steve would go into the lake. He dove in and they all sat in silence waiting for him. He suddenly popped up after a long time, splashing them. Eddie let out a curse. Steve was explaining what he saw and suddenly was dragged under by something.

“Steve!” Nancy and Robin shouted.

They both wasted no time and jumped in after him. Eddie was panicking and Y/N stood up.

“Y/N, no, what are you doing?” She dove in. Soon enough, she was back there. The Upside down. Red thunder, screeching. Just like her nightmares. She ran over to the girls who were helping Steve fight off bat looking things. She grabbed one of the oars and started beating one up. She got bit by one and let out a shout. It managed to lift her in the air and she started wrestling around with it. Everyone was freaking out.

“Get off me, you son of a bitch!” She kicked it and started falling.

Eddie caught her in time and she let out a breath.

“Y/N!” Robin threw her a hairspray can.

Y/N grinned. Robin lit the lighter she had and Y/N sprayed the flame. The bats screeched and flew from the fire, in turn, flew away from Steve and Nancy. She stopped spraying when they all went away. Robin gave her the lighter and she put it in her pocket. She breathed heavily. They all agreed to go to Nancy’s to get her guns. As usual, she stayed a little behind the group. Eddie was talking to Steve and Robin was talking to Nancy. When it seemed Eddie was done with Steve he stopped walking until Y/N caught up with him.

“That was pretty badass back there.”

“Huh?” “The fire thing.” “Oh, uh, thanks.”

They were quiet for a minute.

“Look, I know we kinda had a fight and I was completely in the wrong for it.” She just glanced at him and shoved her hands in her pockets.

“I really like you, Y/N. Like, a lot. Like, never felt this a lot. And, I don’t want to be the reason it ended before it even started. I know I messed up. I was stressed out and you were just trying to help-” She interrupted him by grabbing his hand and threading her fingers with his.

“No more talking.” He just nodded and they kept walking. They got to Nancy’s house. She was freaking out. Everything was stuck 2 years in the past. They found a way to communicate with Dustin. They found a way out. Robin climbed the sheet rope thing and fell on the mattress landing pad Dustin had put down. Eddie went next. Then Y/N. She hit the mattress and Eddie helped her up.

(I refuse to go in the ST4 timeline CORRECTLY from here.)

Steve and Nancy went. They found a way to kill Vecna and did so. Eddie and Y/N’s name were cleared. Y/N was still reeling from the events. All the progress in her mental health dissipated. She almost didn’t graduate this year, but Eddie helped her because he was determined to graduate. Eddie was pretty badly hurt in the upside down. The bats got to him and almost tore him up, but they got him help in time. She also found his guitar solo to distract the bats pretty fucking sexy. She almost lost the person who had become her whole world.

(In the upside down while Eddie was close to bleeding out.) Eddie was in Y/N’s arms while Dustin used scraps of fabric to tie up his wounds. Eddie coughed and groaned in pain. Dustin figured there was something going on between them, but didn’t say anything.

“I think this is finally my year. sweetheart.” Eddie choked.

“Yeah, yeah, it is. I promise.” Y/N put a hand on his cheek and he leaned into it.

“Who knows if they’ll let me graduate-” He let out a groan when Dustin tightened a scrap of fabric. “I’m a wanted man, ya know. You kissed a criminal.”

“Don’t worry about that right now.”

“You look really pretty right now, doll.” She let out a wet laugh, given she was still crying, and Dustin groaned.

“Ew….”

Eddie chuckled and she felt him hold her hand, intertwining his fingers with her. Dustin chose to ignore it.

A little later, Steve, Nancy, and Robin all helped Get Eddie back to the normal world safely. They got him to a hospital. Despite at that time being a wanted felon, the staff still helped him. Dustin and Steve were working on getting his and Y/N’s names cleared. Meaning they had to convince everyone that the Upside Down actually existed. Eddie was still passed out from his surgery. Y/N was visiting. She had been there when he first got there, but his Uncle sent her home so she could get some much needed sleep. She walked into his hospital room and saw Wayne reading a book to him at his bedside. Lord of The Rings. Eddie’s favorite. She smiled and leaned against the wall watching them. He looked up and saw her. He smiled a little and finished the Chapter he was on. He stood up.

“Well, I’ll give you two some alone time.” He put a hand on her shoulder before walking out.

She sat down where he was sitting before and curled her knees up to her chest. He had breathing tubes and was breathing steadily, still asleep. They hadn’t really made up, but she was going to talk to him about it when he felt better. She heard slight groaning and looked over. He was waking up. She sat up a little and his eyes opened slowly. She smiled at him.

“Welcome back, big guy.”

He groaned and pressed the palm of his hand against his forehead.

“Jesus, christ….”

She sat normally and he sat up a little, grunting. She smiled softly at him and he looked at her a little surprised.

“What are you doing here? What am I doing here?”

“You don’t remember?” “Well….. Yes, I do, but I just assumed when everything went dark….. I died.” Her lip quivered suddenly.

“Don’t say that….” “Shit, I’m sorry, sweetheart.” She felt her heart melt at the pet name a little. She curled her knees back up to her chest and laid her chin on top of her knees. He looked down at her hands.

“Your Uncle’s here by the way.” She took something she was wearing off.

It was his guitar pick necklace. He took it.

“I figured you’d be pretty sad without it.”

“My necklace shouldn’t have been your priority.”

“Well…. I wasn’t sure you’d make it so I wanted…..”

“Wanted what?”

“I don’t know…. A piece of you….. I guess.”

He smiled a little.

“Don’t think I’m getting all soft on you.”

He grabbed her hand and gently kissed the top of it. She teared up a little.

“What happened to my happy girl? I miss getting all happy about putting flowers in my hair, Y/N.”

She sighed.

“I’m just worried.”

“Hey, look, I’m okay. Everything’s okay.”

She sniffled and blinked the tears away. She smiled a little.

“Yeah, I know.”

The door opened and Wayne walked back in with a coffee cup.

“Hey, look who's awake!” Wayne smiled big.

Eddie smiled.

“Hey.”

Wayne hugged him. Y/N excused herself when his bandmates came and she left. She updated everyone in the group on Eddie.

(A few weeks later) It was graduation. Y/N, Nancy, Robin, and Eddie were all graduating. Y/N and Eddie still hadn’t decided if they were going to become official or not. They still hadn’t told Dustin anything even though Dustin already knew something happened between them. Robin walked first. Then Y/N. Then Eddie. Then Nancy. When they were excused, she found the group. Eddie had his polaroid camera. He was taking pictures of everyone. He had ended up giving the camera to Dustin because everyone wanted him in some of the pictures. Dustin and Y/N’s mom were bossing the two around to pose like they liked each other so they could get some pictures. She posed with everyone in the group.

“Hey guys.” Everyone stopped when they heard a familiar voice. They turned around and saw Jonathan, Mike, Will, El, and another guy no one recognized. Jonathan hugged Nancy tight. El was talking with Max. Mike and Will were talking to Dustin and Lucas. Steve was with Robin talking to the new guy they soon found out was named Argyle. Y/N was looking at some pictures a little ways away from the group when she felt someone kiss her cheek and heard the camera click. She looked up and saw Eddie shaking the newly printed picture.

“So,” Eddie grabbed her hands, making her drop the pictures and looked at her. “I’m done avoiding the fact that we need each other.”

She looked up at him and he squeezed her hands tighter.

“Are you sure?” Y/N’s voice was a little shaky.

He smiled brightly.

“Of course, sweetheart. You got me through all that Vecna shit. You’re the reason I’m still here.” She teared up and felt a tear roll down her cheek.

“It was Dustin, too….” Y/N mumbled.

He laughed a little.

“Yes, that little shithead helped, too.”

He moved his hands to her face and cupped her cheeks.

“Please tell me you’ll take me, sweetheart.” His thumb wiped away tears that fell.

They both knew everyone was looking at them. It was painfully obvious. She nodded.

“Yeah.”

“Yes?” Eddie smiled wide.

“Yes!” She laughed. He practically tackled her. He kissed her deeply and she instantly kissed her back. She wrapped her arms around his neck and he dipped her backwards a little. She giggled. He kissed all over her face and hugged her tightly, burying his face in her neck. She glanced over and rolled her eyes. Steve was grinning. Robin was giving them thumbs up while smiling. Jonathan and Nancy weren’t paying attention. Dustin looked disgusted. Mike and Lucas were just smiling. Her mom was sobbing. Happy tears of course. Wayne was sneaking a picture of them. Max and El were giggling. Will was confused. Mike quickly explained and he finally got it. Eddie pulled back and dug something out of his pocket.

“Here, I made you something.” He pulled her hand out and placed something in the palm of her hand. It was a guitar pick necklace. It looked identical to his.

“It was my second pick. The one I actually played with.” “Eddie-” “Don’t. I got another one, I promise.” He grinned.

He helped her put it on.

“I love it.”

(Later that night)

Y/N was at Eddie’s Trailer. Wayne was at work. She was wearing one of his Hellfire shirts and just her panties. She was on the bed gluing the pictures into a scrapbook while Eddie showered. She kept a few for herself. Mostly the ones Dustin took of her and Eddie. She dedicated a page to Corroded Coffin. They played at the graduation party. Everyone loved them. She thought he looked extremely hot playing up there. She heard the bathroom door open and he walked into the bedroom wearing sweatpants and pulling on a sleeveless Iron Maiden shirt. He looked at her and grinned.

“Damn, you look sexy.” She rolled her eyes and smiled. She held up the scrapbook page of his band.

“Seal of approval?” He took it and inspected it with a smile.

“I love it.” She smiled in triumph.

“Good.”

He flopped down next to her on the bed, scattering unglued pictures.

“Eddie!” She whined.

“Oh, sorry, sweetheart.”

She flipped to the page where she was gonna put the graduation pictures and used some markers to decorate it before gluing pictures on. He was laying his head in her lap. Her thigh was now wet because his hair hadn’t dried yet. She held up the graduation page.

“What do you think?”

He looked at it.

“Looks good, babe.”

She set the stuff on the floor and laid down next to him. He pulled the covers over them.

“Wayne got me a new mattress by the way.” “Ah, I was wondering where the smell of bong water and pee went.” “Hey, I’ll have you know, I only pissed in the bed when I was a kid.”

She giggled.

“I know.”

He lit a cigarette and she snuggled close to him.

“You don’t mind the smoking, right?” “No.”

“Are you sure?” “Yeah. I don’t mind.” “Well, because there's also the weed…” “Eddie, I really don’t care.”

“Okay, just making sure.”

She sighed and drew circles on his chest.

“What’s up? You seem off.” Eddie looked down at her. “Well, I guess I’m just a little nervous.” “Why?”

“I got into a college in Indianapolis.”

“That’s great! Why are you so nervous?”

“Leaving everyone. Especially you and Dustin. I’m worried about him. I obviously know he’d be fine and I’d only be a few hours away, but like what if something happens to him and I’m too far away so I don’t know.”

“He’ll be fine. That little shithead’s invincible.”

She laughed a little then frowned.

“And what about you? Everyone still thinks you’re a freak.”

“Everyone will always think I’m a freak. Doesn’t matter. Plus, I’ll be fine. Wayne said I can live here rent free until I get on my feet. I get money from drug dealing. Yes, I know you don’t really like it. And, Steve said he’d hook me up with a job at Family Video. I’ll be fine.” “Well, what about us?”

“Us? We’ll be fine. I can drive. I’ll visit as much as I can. I’ll try and be with you as much as I can when you visit here. Send letters. All the sappy couple shit.” She giggled.

“There’s nothing to worry about. We’ll be fine.”

He kissed the top of her head. She sat up and straddled his hips. He looked up at her with a grin.

“What’s going on here?” He put his hands on her hips.

“Sit up.” He sits up and she grabs her scrunchie off the nightstand and pulls Eddie’s hair up into a manbun. She smiled and pulled some strands out and fluffed his bangs out a little. He reached over and pulled something out of his nightstand drawer. They were little plastic flower clips. Her jaw dropped.

“I obviously couldn’t save the real ones so I bought these. Definitely got a few weird looks in the store.”

She pulled one out and started dotting them through his hair. He had turned on his music halfway through, but kept it quiet. She had kinda grown to like his metal music. Given she thought his band was the coolest thing on the planet. She giggled when she finished. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him gently. He spoke quietly against his lips.

“There’s my girl. I missed her.” She kept smiling and kissed him again. He kissed her back.

(2 weeks later) Y/N was moving for college. Eddie was driving with her while Steve drove her car for her behind them. Eddie’s van was big enough to fit all her stuff. She was saying bye to her mom and everyone else. Her mom was sobbing uncontrollably, making Y/N cry.

“Mom, I swear I’ll keep in contact. I’m not gonna leave completely.” Y/N hugged her tight, sniffling.

Claudia finally pulled away and she said tearful goodbyes to everyone else. Nancy was leaving for college the same day so Y/N knew she wasn’t gonna see her for a while. Robin was nearly hysterical. They finally left and she was looking out the van window, still crying a little. Eddie was holding her hand while driving.

“Remember, you don’t have to be sorry for growing up and leaving.” Eddie spoke softly.

“...I know.”

She squeezed his hand and he kissed the back of it. They soon got to the college. Eddie and Steve helped her unload all her stuff into her dorm. Luckily, she was by herself. She said her goodbyes to Steve and he left them alone in the dorm room. She hugged her arms tight around Eddie’s waist and she was crying into his chest. Eddie was crying, too, but not as hard as her. His arms were around her shoulders.

“I-I don’t w-want you to g-go.” Y/N sobbed. “I don’t want to go, either.”

She pressed her face deeper into his chest. She leaned up and kissed him deeply. He cupped her face and kissed her back. She eventually pulled away and put something on his wrist. It was her scrunchie.

“This is your favorite one, though.” “I know. It’s safer with you.”

He lifted up her guitar pick and kissed it.

“Take care of Dustin for me, okay?” She looked up at him with red eyes.

“I will. I promise, sweetheart.”

She kissed him one more time and he left. She sat down on her unmade bed and sniffled.

(November 5th 1986…. 5 months later.) Y/N was surprising everyone. She was driving back to Hawkins and staying for 2 weeks. She got there and pulled into the driveway. She figured Dustin was at school and her mom was at work. She did however know 3 people who weren’t at school. She knew exactly where they were, too. She unloaded all her stuff into her old bedroom. She looked around and smiled at the memories. She got back into her car and started driving. She was frankly, a little sick of driving. She pulled up to Family Video. She walked in and didn’t see anyone at the front counter. There was chatter in the back room.

“No, Munson, we are not putting Friday the Thirteenth on the screens! We’ll all be fired!” Steve exclaimed.

“Oh, come on! Stop being so boring!” Eddie groaned.

“You’re both dinguses.”

Y/N giggled quietly and rang the little bell at the front.

“See, now look at you, too! You’re arguing and we have customers!” She saw Robin step out.

“Welcome to Family Video, how may I help you-” She looked up and her eyes went wide.

Y/N smiled and waved.

“Oh, my god!” Robin squealed and ran over, tackling Y/N in a hug.

Y/N laughed and hugged her back. She saw Steve walk out, confused. He hugged her tight. She saw Eddie step out looking down at something, ignoring the ruckus. He had the headphones she gave him on. He was stocking shelves. She finished saying hi to the two idiots and walked over to Eddie. She tapped his shoulder and he took the headphones off and turned around. She heard Iron Maiden blaring through the speakers. He looked at her and it took a second for him to realize it was her standing there. His eyes went wide and she was suddenly picked up and shaken around. She giggled and hugged him tight. He buried his face in her hair.

“Okay, love birds. Get outta here.” Steve set all of Eddie’s things down on the counter.

“Huh?” Eddie looked at him.

“You can go. We’ll just tell Keith you got sick.” Robin leaned against the counter.

He grinned and picked his stuff up. They walked out.

“Where’s your van?” “Oh, Steve picked me up. No gas.”

“Ah.”

They got to her car and he pressed her up against the side of it. She smiled at him and he kissed her deeply. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back. He pulled away after a minute and kissed all over her face, making her giggle.

“God, I missed you so much, sweetheart….” Eddie’s voice was soft in her ear.

“I missed you, too.”

He looked at her, suddenly confused.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?” “It was supposed to be a surprise!” Y/N giggled.

“Wait, so like Dustin and your mom don’t know?” “No, they don't. I was gonna pick Dustin up from school and surprise him.” Eddie checked his watch.

“Better get to it. He’s out in 20 minutes.” They quickly got in the car and drove to the school. Y/N leaned against the car and Eddie stood next to her. The bell rang and people started filing out of the school. Y/N suddenly recognized a certain redhead walking with 2 noisy boys. Y/N smiled when Max looked up and saw her. Her eyes went wide and she hit Dustin’s stomach hard, making him choke a little. Max pointed at Y/N and Dustin looked over. Dustin’s eyes went wide and he booked it over to her, tackling her in a hug. She laughed and hugged him back. They went home, Eddie included, and waited for her mom to get home. When she did, she did cry. Like always. It was late at night and Eddie was staying the night. She was sitting on the couch cuddled up to him watching a movie with him and Dustin. He was running his fingers through her hair aimlessly. She smiled a little and pressed closer into him. He kissed the top of her head and she twined her fingers with his, holding on tight to his free hand. When the movie was over, he went upstairs with Y/N. Eddie, being the gentleman he is, was only there to help her fall asleep, then retire to the couch per Claudia’s request. There was one thing though that the two of them had yet to do together. They had talked about it before and Y/N still hadn’t ever done such thing and Eddie was being very patient with her. She pulled her clothes off and looked around in her bag for pajamas. She grumbled a curse and pulled out the old Hellfire shirt and some gray sleeping shorts. She was about to put them on, but felt Eddie come up behind her and put his hands on her waist, slowly sliding them to her belly.

“Ya know… we’ve still never….” She gulped nervously. She was almost 19 and still yet to have sex with her boyfriend. She knew he was going to wait as long as she needed, but she also felt a little guilty.

“If you’re not ready, I understand. I can wait.” He kissed her shoulder.

She took a deep breath.

“We’re gonna have to be quiet.” She felt him smile against her shoulder.

“Just be gentle, okay?” “I will, I promise, sweetheart.”

He turned her around and started kissing her neck. She moaned softly. His hands went down to the back of her thighs, bending at his knees a little, and picked her up. She yelped a little and he laid her down on the bed and got on top of her. She pulled his shirt off and he managed to get his socks off while making out with her. She ran her nails down his back and moaned. He quickly put a hand over her mouth. “That was loud, sweetheart.” “Sorry…” Her voice was muffled.

He kissed further down her chest and pulled her panties off. He spread her legs apart and settled between them.

“Can I, sweetheart?”

She nodded.

“Words. I need words.” “Yes, you can.” He smiled and started kissing the inside of her thigh. She put a hand over her mouth when he started eating her out. Her eyes rolled back into her head and she bucked up against his mouth. He held her hips down and sucked. She let out a loud moan that was muffled by her hand. She cursed silently, knowing she was gonna have an awkward morning with everyone. He stopped and looked up at her. She was panting and her hand fell from her mouth. She felt his finger press up against her entrance. She tensed up.

“Can I? It might help a little if we make it to the real thing tonight.”

She bit her lip, unsure.

“We don’t have to.” He kissed her belly and rubbed the outside of her thigh. “I don’t wanna make you do something you don’t want to.” She shook her head.

“N-No, please do it. I want you to.”

“Are you sure?” “Yes.” He nodded and slowly pushed his middle finger inside her. She winced a little and then moaned a little. It felt good, but kinda hurt. He slowly moved it in and out. She felt him suck hickeys into her thigh. He went a little faster and she felt her legs start to shake. He whispered encouragements and slipped another finger inside. She clamped a hand down over her mouth hard and moaned.

“Cum for me, sweetheart….” Eddie mumbled while licking her clit.

She cried out, muffling it, and came hard around his fingers. He smiled and licked up everything. He kissed back up her body and kissed her deeply. She tasted herself on his lips. He pulled away and she reached down to get his pants off. He laughed and grabbed her hands.

“Woah there. Calm down. We’re gonna wait okay? When we have more privacy.” She pouted and he kissed her forehead.

“I promise it’ll be worth it, okay?” She just nodded and he kissed her knuckles. He opened his mouth to say something, but stopped suddenly. She saw a cloud of emotion in his eyes appear and he teared up a little. She cupped his face.

“What’s wrong?”

“I-..... God, I love you.” She gasped. They hadn’t said it until now. Either of them. She smiled wide, threw her arms around his neck and kissed him hard. He smiled into it and she pulled away and kissed all over his face.

“Say it again.” “I love you!” Eddie laughed.

She kissed him again

“I love you, too.” She mumbled over and over again between kisses.

He eventually left the room after many more kisses and many more I love you’s. She fell asleep pretty fast and woke up the next morning to bustling in the kitchen. It was a weekend so Dustin was gonna be home. She stretched and walked downstairs. Luckily, no one said anything about the noises and her mom and Dustin didn’t seem to even know they happened. Unless they’re just really good at acting. She smiled and leaned against the counter as she watched Eddie and Dustin fight over whether there should be chocolate chips in the pancakes. She walked over and poured some in the batter and mixed it up. They both went quiet. She kissed Eddie’s cheek and ruffled Dustin’s hair before sitting down at the counter. Eddie came up behind her while Claudia started breakfast and Dustin went upstairs to do something. He kissed the back of her head.

“Happy birthday….”

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the beginning of the end.

I’ve always found comfort in writing. There’s something therapeutic about it. Being able to put your thoughts down on paper, releasing all that’s scrambling around in your head - it’s nice. It also helps to organize my thoughts and to process them too. So, that’s what I’m going to do - put my journalism degree to use (finally!!!) and write. There’s been a lot going on in my life lately and I need to get it all out of my head somehow. So here we are - a new blog. I don’t think I’ve had a blog since I was in middle school or something. Remember LiveJournal? Is that still a thing?

Anyways, If you’re uncomfortable with the female anatomy and its functions then please move on, this story or this blog isn’t for you.

But, I’m finally at the beginning of the end. The end of monthly pain that I’ve suffered from since I was about 13 years old. The end of torturous periods. The end of sleepless nights doubled over willing and praying that the cramps would stop. The end of sitting at my desk during work, sweating my ass off because my body is in so much pain and it’s taking all that it can out of me. The end of wondering if I can make it through a social event without feeling like I want to die. Hoping and praying that I’m doing enough on the outside to mask the pain - making sure that everyone else around me has no idea that I’m hurting because I don’t want to be a burden or ruin anyone’s plans, moods, etc. The end of spending money on feminine products, spending money on heating pads, remedies, medications - all of which never really solved anything.

How did we get here? How did I get to the beginning of the end? Well, about a year ago I started experiencing some strange pains in my stomach. Pain that kept me up at night. There was nothing that made it better, but nothing that made it worse either. Just a constant pain lingering on the lower right side of my abdomen. I thought it could have been appendicitis. Or, perhaps it’s just some gas? Or - maybe something is up with my gallbladder. Maybe my IUD was out of place. But no, none of that. Nothing ever showed up on X-rays, tests, ultrasounds, or blood work to indicate an issue.

So, I carried on.

Until about a month ago.

One morning in October, I woke up with the worst cramps I’ve ever had in my life. We’re talking 15/10 on a scale of 10. The pain had me pretty messed up. I know I logged into my computer to work that day - but I also remember only laying down on my beanbag chair in my office and squeezing a pillow so tightly, hoping the pain would go away. After laying with a heating pad and loading up on a large amount of ibuprofen, I was finally able to call my OBGYN’s office. All I wanted at that point was to talk to a nurse, to have it documented that I was in a lot of pain and to make sure it was on my record so that my gynecologist and I could talk about it during my annual wellness exam, that was only a few weeks away. The nurse couldn’t have been any more sympathetic to what I was going through. She could tell in my voice that I was uncomfortable. She took down my information, wrote down all that I was dealing with, and then spoke to my doctor. My doctor recommended an ultrasound - mostly to check and make sure that my IUD was in its right spot, but to also see if something else might be causing my discomfort.

So, a week later, I had my ultrasound appointment.

Now, this isn’t any normal ultrasound. This was a transvaginal ultrasound. Doesn’t sound fun, does it?

It’s not.

Let me break it down for you. It’s a stranger, with a wand, probing around your private parts for a good 45 minutes and taking pictures of your insides. She’s not really explaining what she’s looking at, but instead trying to have a discussion about what halloween costume she’s going to wear that weekend. It quite frankly was the worst 45 minutes of my life. I hated every moment of it. While the tech was trying to make it as easy and comfortable as possible for me - it wasn’t. It was painful. All I could do was stare at the ceiling and try my hardest not to react to any movements by her or cry.

Once it was over, the waiting game began.

I had an appointment scheduled with my gynecologist a week and a half after that ultrasound took place. It was a long 10 days. But that appointment literally changed EVERYTHING.

My doctor and a surgeon reviewed my ultrasound. They were able to determine a few things. First,I had 2 different diseases that I was diagnosed with - endometriosis and adenomyosis. Second, I likely would never be able to have children. Third, what I thought was ‘normal’ (aka the horrible cramps and all the other exponentially worse experiences of being a woman on a monthly basis) - was and is not normal at all. But, with all that bad news, I FINALLY had answers on why I have been suffering most of my life.

For those of you who don’t know, endometriosis is a disease where the lining/tissue of your uterus grows outside of your uterus. The tissue can be found in the fallopian tubes, on the ovaries, on many different parts of your body. Every month, when that tissue sheds from the uterus (your period), the tissue everywhere else in the body has nowhere to go to escape, causing pain. The hormones released by your ovaries triggers the endometriosis, causing pain. Adenomyosis takes it a step further - that same tissue - (again, which should ONLY be in your uterus) actually grows within the muscles and walls of the uterus. So every time hormones are released, or your uterus contracts (cramps) - it squeezes that tissue in the muscles making the pain 1000000000x worse than ‘normal’ period cramps. (or so I’m told. I can’t tell you what a normal period cramp feels like.)

So great. I finally have a diagnosis. It actually gave me some relief. I suddenly have an explanation for what I’ve been going through. I no longer feel crazy for complaining about how bad my cramps are. I no longer have to gaslight myself (I’m really good at this) into thinking that it’s all in my head, that it’s not ‘that’ bad, etc. I actually have a medical diagnosis to explain all that’s happening. I have tons of research to do! I can learn how to live with this and have a normal life! Right?

Well… sort of.

You see, while medications can help with endometriosis and you can even have a surgery to have it scraped away from your body and get some relief - the relief may not be permanent. The only way for it to totally go away is naturally, through menopause. Which in reality could be 10, 15, 20, maybe even 30 years away. But, there is no medicine to help fix adenomyosis. Again, I could wait for menopause for the adenomyosis to go away too.

But, the only way to fix adenomyosis is through surgery.

By removing my uterus.

A hysterectomy.

Hysterectomy. That’s a pretty big word. That’s a pretty big deal. There’s a lot of finality with a hysterectomy. No more periods - which in turn means no more pain. It also means never being able to have children. That’s okay too - I never had a desire to have children, and thankfully neither does my husband. But in a weird way, it also feels like a bit of an identity crisis. Like a loss of a part of my femininity. And that’s been a bit of a struggle. And I think I’ll eventually talk about these things in other posts in the future.

But I was faced with this decision - do I medicate the endometriosis and deal with the adenomyosis until menopause, or do I get the hysterectomy and live my life free from monthly pain?

For me, it was a simple choice. I chose hysterectomy.

My hysterectomy will be scheduled soon. I met with my surgeon a couple of weeks ago.. He’s really great. I feel comfortable with him and I feel comfortable with my decision. This decision will ultimately improve my quality of life. It will make my life a hell of a lot easier and will allow me to enjoy life to the fullest.

I never would have imagined going through this surgery, especially at 35 years old. There have been many times when I’ve had cramps where I’ve thought “can’t I just get rid of it all?!” And now, finally, I can.

You might be wondering why I am sharing this. Well, to be completely honest, I hope that I will be able to help others who are going through the same thing or, receive this diagnosis. Especially younger women. I hope that I can help them stand up and advocate for themselves and their health. I’ve been dealt a bad hand when it comes to doctors as of late and if I didn’t advocate for myself and also take the time to research doctors to make sure I have nothing but the best from here on out - who knows where I would be. I also hope that this will help me to connect to other women who may have already gone through all of this. To find others who UNDERSTAND. It can feel very isolating when you’re sick or have a sickness and no one really understands. I also hope it will help me process all of this. This is a major surgery. I’m having multiple ORGANS removed from my body. That’s crazy. That’s something that I’m still having a hard time wrapping my head around.

So, I hope being able to write about this, the process, my feelings, my recovery - will just help to make it that much easier for me. I have a lot on my mind surrounding this procedure and a lot that I want to discuss.. There’s a lot of what ifs and there are a lot of fears. But there’s also hope. So while this is the beginning of the end of my relationship with my uterus, it will also bring a new beginning to my life.

Excited to start the countdown til I can say, “See you later, ovulater!”

#adenomyosis #endometriosis #hysterectomy #surgery

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aquaticrunner · 3 years

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Modern Academic Rivals to Lovers | Edmund x Reader

Request by @generalblizzarddreamer : Hey love! I don't know if you're inspired to write Narnia right now but could I have academic rivals to lovers with Edmund Pevensie? Maybe Edmund could be a law student and the reader is a journalism major? Thanks so much if you do it! | Word count: 2.9K

A/N: I did not mean for this to come out so long but I loved the idea and just kinda ran with it. I hope you like it! I had a lot of fun writing it. I’m so sorry it took so long but I’m finally out of school so I’m catching up on all my requests.

I stood up from the small desk I was sitting at in the university library and stretched my arms up above my head. I’d been sitting at this desk for at least two hours and still felt like I hadn’t made much progress on my project. I decided to go searching for some more sources and scanned the section closest to me. A book title on the top shelf caught my eye and I reached my hand up to grab it. Just as my fingers brushed the spine of the book, another hand reached over and swiped it. “Hey!” I shouted, immediately cringing at the loudness of my voice in the quiet library. I looked over at the thief who had taken my book. The guy seemed familiar like maybe we’d had a few classes together. He had dark, curly hair that had grown past his ears and an easy smile that probably made most people melt.

“Hey yourself.” He said, chuckling as he started to walk away. I bit the side of my cheek in frustration and made the impulsive decision to follow him. “Excuse me, but I need that book.”

He stopped walking and smirked at me. Despite how attractive this boy was, it infuriated me. “Well, so do I.”

I crossed my arms over my chest. “I saw it first and there’s only one copy.”

He raised his eyebrows slightly. “You saw it first? What is this, primary school?”

“Seriously? Just give me the book.”

I could see the smile in his eyes as he just looked at me and said, “No.” Then he turned around and walked away again.

I decided not to follow him this time and walked back to my desk, fuming the whole way there. He was the most arrogant and obnoxious guy I’d ever met and I didn’t even know his name. I tried to focus on my project again but gave up after about 30 minutes. I packed up my stuff and walked back to my dorm. When I made it back, I checked the time on my phone. It was only 8:15. Too early to go to sleep. I scrolled through the contacts on my phone until I saw my best friend’s name. I pressed the call button and put the phone to my ear. She answered after the first ring and asked what was up. “Do you wanna go out?”

I woke up the next morning with a slight headache and my mouth dry. I picked up the water bottle that I keep beside my bed but it was empty. I sighed and stood up. I ventured into my small kitchen area and filled up the bottle in the sink. As I drank the water, my mind drifted back to last night. My friend, Valerie, and I had gone to a small club and stayed out till about midnight. I had pretty much gotten over my encounter with that guy at the library. I looked at the clock at the wall and cursed when I realized that it was almost 7:30. I only had 15 minutes to get ready for my morning class. I threw on some jeans and a t-shirt and brushed my teeth. I rushed out the door, barely checking to see if I had the right notebook. I walked as fast as I could to the humanities building and breathed a sigh of relief when I made it with 3 minutes to spare. I took a seat in the front row where I always did and smiled at the boy that always sits next to me. I opened my backpack and grabbed my notebook, thankful that it was the right one. I opened the notebook to a blank page and sat a pencil next to it. I was waiting for the professor to walk in when someone else caught my eye. It was the boy from the library! So we do have a class together, I thought. I waited for him to see me but his eyes stayed focused on his path and he sat down in the middle row. I turned my head quickly in case he saw me looking at him.

The professor walked in a minute later and I tried to refocus my mind on what he was teaching. This class was already boring to me. I knew that research and writing were important, but this class felt almost too basic. As the professor talked my mind drifted to the boy sitting behind me. I wondered if he had noticed me yet, if he was as bored as I was, or if he was paying attention and didn’t notice me at all.

“Does anyone know the answer?” I was snapped out of my thoughts when the professor addressed the class and averted my eyes, hoping he wouldn’t call on me. “Anyone at all?”

“A research question is focused, complex, and arguable.” My eyes widened when I realized it was the boy from last night.

“Yes that is correct, Mr… ?”

“Pevensie, sir. Edmund Pevensie.”

The professor nodded and went back to lecturing. My eyes stayed glued to the boy, Edmund. His eyes snapped to mine and heat immediately rushed to my cheeks and I turned back to my notebook. Now he’s going to think I’m obsessed with him.

When the professor dismissed class after what felt like forever, I threw my stuff in my bag and rushed out of my seat. I made it out the door and thought I was clear and my path was blocked. “Excuse me.” I said, trying to get past.

“Avoiding someone?” His voice burned into my soul and I jumped back.

“No. I just have somewhere to be.” My eyes drifted up his chest as I leaned up to meet his eyes.

The corner of his mouth ticked up and he narrowed his eyes at me. “Right. I’m Edmund by the way. Figured I should introduce myself after you called me a thief.”

I rolled my eyes. “You are a thief. And I heard your name. Everyone in class did.”

This time, he smiled completely. “So…?”

I looked at him, unsure of what he was wanting. “So what?”

He stared at me blankly as if he was trying to figure out if I really didn’t know or if I was messing with him. “Your name?”

“Oh. It’s Y/N.” I don’t know why it surprised me that he wanted my name. Was he trying to be friends or something?

“Well, it was nice to meet you Y/N.” And with that he turned and walked away. Why is he always doing that?

I rolled my eyes as he left and walked back to my dorm, throwing my bag down in the living room. My roommate, Elle, walked out and raised her eyebrows at me. “Someone’s in a foul mood.”

“I am not!” I shouted defensively. She just looked at me and my shoulders sagged in defeat. “Fine. I met this guy and he’s a total jerk.”

Her eyes lit up immediately. “You met a guy?”

“Seriously? That was not the important part of that sentence.”

She laughed. “Well I can’t remember the last time you said the words “met a guy.”” She said, using air quotes around my words.

I sighed and walked into my room, looking over my schedule for the day. I had one more class and a club meeting later that day.

“Hey would you wanna grab lunch before my next class?” I asked her, walking back into the living room.

She shrugged, “Sure. I have nothing better to do.”

We ate in the campus cafeteria and I went to my corporate communication class. Now I was on my way to one of the meeting rooms on campus for a debate club meeting. It was my first time joining a club and I was definitely nervous.

I walked up the stairs of the building and into the room that was on the announcement. A tall girl greeted me at the door with a large smile. “Hi! Are you here to join the debate team?” Her enthusiasm was almost scary but I smiled back and nodded as she handed me an instruction packet. “Great! Feel free to sit anywhere.” I thanked her and took a seat near the middle. Normally I liked to sit in the front but I was a little too nervous tonight.

I looked around for anyone I might know and noticed a familiar boy with dark, curly hair. You have to be kidding me. Ever since our interaction at the library Edmund seemed to be everywhere I was.

He was busy talking to a group of kids at the back of the room. He caught my eye and waved at me with a smirk on his face. I clenched my jaw and turned back around, facing the front of the room.

The girl who greeted me when I walked in had now moved to stand behind a small podium. She cleared her throat to catch everyone’s attention and I sat up a little straighter in my chair. She spent the next hour describing what the debate club was like, our meeting schedule, and how often we attend competitions. “Now there is a sign-up sheet being passed around. Please write your name and phone number on the sheet.” She handed the clipboard with the sheet on it to the boy on my left and he handed it to me when he was done. I wrote what she instructed and passed it to my right, not paying attention to who was beside me. Once everyone was done she announced that the meeting was over and we would receive a message for our next meeting time. I sighed and stood following the small crowd out the door.

“Hey Y/N!” I looked to see who was calling my name and of course it was Edmund.

I kept walking, pretending I hadn’t heard him, but he caught up to me almost immediately. “Hey, I didn’t know you were interested in debate.”

I shrugged, “Well you don’t really know that much about me at all.”

He put his hand over his heart in mock hurt. “Ouch. You wound me.”

I smiled condescendingly. “I try.”

“You don’t like me, do you?” He asked.

“I don’t have any feelings toward you.” I said in response.

“Riiight. Is this about the book?”

I sighed. “No. I don’t care about some stupid book. Look, it's late and I have to go. Bye.”

I walked away from him and headed back to my dorm for the night, trying to concentrate on my project.

The rest of the week went by quickly with limited interactions between Edmund and me. Finally, it was Friday and I was ready to take a break. However, before I did that I needed to buckle down and finish the project that I had been procrastinating. I packed my stuff up and drove to the library. I spent hours there and by the time I finished, it was dark outside. I packed my stuff up and stopped by the vending machine on my way out. I reached the doors and pushed, but was surprised when they didn’t open. I pushed again and started to get nervous when they still didn’t open. Maybe there’s another exit. I walked away from the doors and searched the perimeter of the library looking for another set of doors. When I didn’t find any, I walked to the center of the library where the help desk was located. “Hello?” I said, hoping someone would answer me.

I heard a voice from behind me, “Please don’t tell me we’re locked in here.” I cringed, knowing who it was going to be before I even turned around.

I slowly turned to face him. “It’s starting to look that way.”

“Do you have your phone?” He asked me.

“No. I leave it in my car when I’m studying. Don’t you have one?” I asked, crossing my arms defensively.

He waved it in front of me, looking annoyed. “It’s dead.”

I wanted to bang my head against a wall. “Great,” I said sarcastically.

“Maybe we can use the library phone?” He suggested and I nodded, walking around to the other side of the desk.

I picked it up and attempted to dial a number. Instead of hearing the phone ringing, all I heard was constant beeping. I groaned when I read the inscription at the bottom of the phone.

Edmund leaned over. “What is it?”

“This phone only connects to other phones in the building. No one else is going to be here at this hour.”

“Well, guess we better make ourselves comfortable.” He took a seat on one of the couches and propped his feet up on a nearby table.

I took a deep breath and sat down in a chair across from the couch.

He stared at me from across the table and I shifted in my seat uncomfortably. “Why are you looking at me?” I finally asked.

He shrugged. “I’m trying to figure out why you don’t like me.”

“By staring at me?”

Edmund laughed and I felt the tension in my shoulders ease just a bit.

“So are you going to tell me or not?” He asked me.

I bit my lip nervously. This is going to be a long night. “I never said I didn’t like you.”

“So you’re acting like this because you do like me.”

“No!”

“So you’re rude to everyone?”

“I am not rude! I don’t dislike you. I just have no interest in talking to you.” I finally said.

“Why not? I’m hilarious.”

I snorted in response. “I doubt that.”

“You’re judging me based on one interaction. That hardly seems fair.” He said. I looked away, not wanting to admit that he might be right.

“Well it was one rude interaction. First impressions matter.” I said in my defense.

“Okay, well I’m sorry I took the book you wanted. I needed it for a project.”

“So did I.”

He laughed, but it sounded dry. “Whatever.”

I bit my lip, guilt starting to settle in my stomach. Maybe I had judged him too harshly.

“I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t have judged you so fast. Maybe we could be friends?” I asked.

He half-smiled and I felt slightly relieved. “We can be friends.”

I smiled at him for what felt like the first time and he smiled back.

“Let’s play twenty questions.” He said, sitting up suddenly.

“What?”

“Twenty questions. I ask you a question and then you ask me one.”

I curled my hair around my finger nervously. “I don’t know…”

“Come on, it’ll be fun. You can ask me first.”

I sighed, knowing there was nothing else to do anyway. “Fine. What’s your major?”

Edmund laughed. “Okay, starting off easy. I’m pre-law. What’s yours?”

“Journalism.” He nodded, and I sat for a moment, thinking of my next question. “What’s your family like?”

Edmund smiled and his fondness for them was written clearly all over his face. “I have two sisters and a brother. Lucy and I are the youngest and then Susan and Peter. We’re all really close. I don’t get to see them as often as I like but we text all the time.”

I smiled, surprised at such a genuine response. He cleared his throat and then asked his next question. “What’s your favorite food?”

I laughed and tried to think of a genuine answer. “Pizza. Yours?”

Edmund thought for a moment. “I love anything sweet. Why are you majoring in journalism?”

“Well… I’d like to have an impact on the world. I like discovering the truth and telling real stories. Why do you want to be a lawyer?”

“To defend those who can’t defend themselves, obviously.” He said, jokingly.

I laughed again and thought of my next question. Edmund and I spent the rest of the night talking and laughing. I had seriously misjudged him. He was actually very pleasant to be around. Eventually, we fell asleep and when the librarian woke us up the next morning I was embarrassed to find that Edmund and I had moved together in our sleep. The librarian apologized profusely for not checking before she locked up and then Edmund and I were on our way out of the library.

He walked me to my car and I grabbed his arm before he turned to leave. “Thank you.”

He looked at me curiously. “For what?”

“For making last night a little better. I don’t know what I would’ve done if I’d been locked in by myself.” In a moment of bravery, I leaned forward and hugged him.

Edmund hugged back and I could feel the warmth radiating off of him and his heart beating in his chest.

I leaned back slowly and Edmund kept his arms around me.

“Y/N…”

“Yes?”

“Can I kiss you?” He asked.

I nodded and Edmund leaned forward, immediately capturing my lips with his. The kiss was passionate and I could’ve sworn I saw literal sparks. I wasn’t sure how long it lasted but I was sure it wasn’t long enough. He leaned his forehead against mine and I smiled at the closeness.

“Do you want to go out tonight?” He asked me.

“I would love to.”

He kissed me on the cheek then began to walk back to his car.

“Hey Edmund!” I called. He turned back to face me. “Thanks for stealing my book.” A smile broke out on his gorgeous face and I couldn’t help but smile back. “Anytime.”

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peaxhcringe · 3 years

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Late Work

I wrote this at 2am because I got the idea and decided why tf not write this, it’s also very much my way of avoiding sleep 😌 Enjoy!

Genre: Comfort, Fluff

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x gn! reader

Warnings: a bit of cussing, stress, mentions of taking medication

wc: 1K

It was another night of you staring at your laptop screen, the bright light shinning in your eyes giving you you’re third headache of the week. You have no idea how long you’ve stared at the same worksheet, maybe an hour? 2? You lost track after the clock hit 11:30 pm.

Typically you’d be asleep by now, as it was a Sunday night -well Monday morning by now- but here you were doing some assignments you had managed to forget about. You totally blame Kaminari for this, if he hadn’t decided to make a stupid bet with you in Mario Kart you’d be sound asleep by now.

An annoyed sigh left your mouth as you rested your elbows on the wooden desk, letting your face fall into your hands and your eyes close. You were beyond tired even after drinking 2 cups of coffee and taking your medicine, both of which were supposed to make you focused or at least conscious.

Running your hands through your hair you leaned back in your chair, resting your arms behind your head as you stretch your back a satisfying pop filling your ears.

You glanced at your phone, thinking if you should really wake your boyfriend up. Your heart drops as you look at the time, 1:15 am, you have training first thing in the morning and at the rate, you’re going you’ll never finish this work.

Taking a deep breath you grab your phone and dialing his number and holding the phone up to your ear, heart beating loudly as you listen to the first ring then a second then a third. By the 5th ring you begin to think he isn’t gonna pick up, but as you move the phone away you hear the ringing stop then the sound of sheets shuffling.

“Hello?”

Bakugou’s voice makes your stomach do flips, you’ve heard his morning voice, plenty of times, but damn it never fails to make your heart skip a few beats.

“Hello??”

You quickly clear your throat as you realize you had begun to daze off.

“H-Hey, sorry for waking you up, but um do you think you can come over?” You ask, looking down at your lap watching as you mess with a ring on your pointer finger “You don’t have to, I just can’t get this assignment done and it’s due today and I don’t wanna-“

“Give me 5 minutes”

You’re cut off by Bakugou’s voice, a hinge of annoyance laced in his voice before the call drops.

You feel awful for waking him up, maybe you should have called Kirishima instead. With a sigh you set your phone down on the desk, glancing back towards the clock as you wait for him.

The 5 minutes felt like hours before you finally heard the soft knock then the door finally opening, a tired Bakugou slowly walking into your room. His hair was still the usual unruly mess, the only difference was the fact he was wearing the red and black flannel pajama pants you bought him for the holidays last year.

“This better be good for waking me up at 1am, what do you need?” He asks, closing the door behind him and raising a hand to rub his tired eyes.

“I need help finish these assignments, can you please help me?” You turn toward him, scooting your laptop in his direction, watching as he looks from you to the screen before nodding slowly.

“If I help you, I get to sit in the chair, so move”

You roll your eyes as you stand out of the chair, pushing it towards him lightly, the chair squeaking as he sits down.

After about 5 minutes of you standing next to him, you move his chair, sitting in his lap and facing the laptop. You’re both silent as he writes down each math problem flawlessly, your brain confused on how quickly and easily he’s able to figure out all of this shit.

Of course, he doesn’t make it that easy for you, after every other problem he makes you work it out and do it yourself, letting you use his past ones to help you finish it.

It isn’t until almost 3am when you finally get done, your eyes heavy with exhaustion while Bakugou is rather wide awake from you waking his ass up. Your head rested against his shoulder, your face in the crook of his neck as he began to close out all of the tabs you had managed to open.

His hand slowly running up and down your back, letting you snuggle closer to him, his body heat not helping you stay awake. The soothing sound of his breathing, and the soft ticking of the clock lulling you to sleep.

Although Bakugou wouldn’t dare admit it, he adored the way you’d fall asleep in his arms. He loved the way you scoot closer everytime he moved, your arms wrapping around his middle and fingers hugging tightly to his shirt.

Closing the laptop quietly, he barely lifts you, trying his best to not wake you. His hands gripping your thighs as he walks to your bed, laying you down softly and covering you up. He thought for a moment to leave and return to his room in order to let you sleep peacefully, but decided it against due to the walk back to his room.

He carefully climbed over you, getting comfortable before wrapping an arm around you and pulling you close to his chest, a soft hum falling from your lips as managed to move impossibly closer to him. A simple “goodnight” leaves Bakugou’s mouth as he gently kisses the top of your head before letting himself fall back asleep.

taglist: @katsulovee @blazedbakugou

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kickerofelves · 3 years

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Deaner had been keeping the story of using Carlos Santana’s guitar and gear to himself for over a decade, yet finally felt it was time to share the incredible tale. Check out what the guitarist wrote:

I think enough time has passed where I can finally tell my favorite Ween story of all-time. The businesses and the people involved have long since closed their doors and moved on for good and hopefully the people involved (and Carlos himself, if it comes to that) will have a good sense of humor about this story.

In 2003 Ween released our album Quebec on Sanctuary Records. We worked on the album for two years in our beach house in Holgate, NJ, a rented house in the Pocono Mountains of PA, the garage behind Aaron’s house in Pt. Pleasant, PA, my upstairs guest room, and finally Andrew Weiss’s living room in NJ. We also worked at Water Music in Hoboken, NJ and Graphic Sound Studios in Ringoes, NJ. It was not a great period in our personal lives, Aaron was going through a divorce and I was partying way too hard myself — it was some dark shit. The record is one of my favorites, but it is a depressing album lyrically. It was not an easy record to make either, as evidenced by the amount of places we worked, trying to find the right environment. There are demos available online that I posted where you can hear the process at work, we racked up our normal batch of like 6 dozen songs or more before whittling it down to what was finally released, 15 tunes.

I am a huge fan of Carlos Santana. He is one of my favorite guitarists of all-time. He is playing better these days than ever before in my opinion. His music is more radio friendly, for sure, but as a guitarist he has aged like a fine wine. Only Neil Young, Prince, and a small handful of others can make that claim as they become members of the AARP.

We were working in Andrew’s living room on the song “Transdermal Celebration,” our drummer Claude Coleman had just gotten into a horrific car crash and left us without a drummer for the recording and ensuing tour. Eventually it worked itself out where the record took so long to complete that Claude made enough of a recovery to do the world tour with us supporting Quebec. In the meantime though, even though Claude had played on some of the demos, drumming on the album was left up to me, Josh Freese, and Sim Cain.

“Transdermal Celebration” had been recorded three times by this point, with a drum machine, with Claude playing drums, and the final take on the album which features Josh Freese. It was the eventual single from the album. So, we’re in the middle of this session and I get a phone call from my roadie (nameless) who also worked for a backline company (nameless) that supplied amps, drums, lights, etc. to bands touring in the Northeast. My roadie told me that Carlos Santana’s equipment (including his guitars) had arrived via a trucking company that night at their depot. Carlos was recording an appearance on “Good Morning America” the next morning and his equipment was to be delivered to the set in NYC in a few hours.

What needed to be done was immediately clear to me, I had an opportunity to play the solo on “Transdermal Celebration” through Carlos Santana’s amplifier and guitar. I had one shot at it, it meant taking a hard disk recorder to a storage space where all of Carlos’ stuff was sitting in transit. I arrived at 2 a.m. We (very carefully) unpacked his equipment and set up his stage gear and in one take I recorded the guitar solo for “Transdermal Celebration” (the one that appears on the album, playing through Carlos Santana’s guitar, pedalboard and amplifier. The whole thing took 10 minutes and we were terrified we were going to get caught. A lot of people would have lost their jobs. We got the fuck outta there really fast after that. So the solo on “Transdermal Celebration” was played through all of Santana’s shit in what resembled an early morning bank heist or something…

Of course a story like this requires visual proof, so here it is. Don’t tell anyone about these please.

-Dean Ween 6/14 [link]

#ween #santana #transdermal celebration #quebec #Dean Ween

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sunscreenstudies · 4 years

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hey ik this is random but I was scrolling thru the leaving cert tag and saw your post abt your results. Firstly congrats (even if it is 3 years late haha), secondly I’m currently in 6th year and was wondering if I could ask for some English advice? I’m looking to go up a grade (h3->h2) and was wondering if you have any particular tips for studying english, the exam, technique, or for literally anything relevant to the subject. There’s no pressure to answer this, ty either way :)))

Hey! Thank you so much for the ask and i am so sorry i’ve only gotten round to it now XD

LC English tips below!

Okay so it’s been a while since I did the LC but if things are more or less the same, then you’ve got your three texts to answer a question on.

Tip #1: Even though there is an awful lot to learn, you just need to remember key words, and you’ll sail through!

In the comparative, you need to compare your texts in every. single. paragraph. You could write a fantastic essay, but if you don’t say “In comparison to this…” “Text 2 however differs from this…” “Similarly…” “The two texts are different in the sense that…” etc. you will get zero marks at all.

When answering your poetry question, you need to keep referring to the style of the poet. Every past poetry question can be broken down into two simple questions: What did the poet write about? and how did they say it? If you can answer both these questions on every poem you learn, you’ll do great!

Also, do not learn any more than 5 poems per poet and don’t learn any more than 5 poets to begin with. This covers you completely no matter who appears on the day!

Tip #2: Please please pleaseee remember that for the comphrehension section, you must answer one question A and one question B from two different texts! If you answer from the same text you will get 0 and worse than that, this section is worth 12.5% of your total paper which means you will be down an entire grade immediately.

The length of your answer needs to correspond to the marks going for that question. In question A you usually have three parts, worth 15m, 15m, and 20m. Your 20 mark answer must be longer than your 15 mark questions.

For every 5 marks a question is worth, you need 1 A4-page pararaph. Unless you’ve got tiny writing, this is usually 5 to 7 lines of the page.

Your teacher has undoubtedly told you all about timing and “don’t spend any longer than 40 minutes on your question A” and yea they have a point, to an extent. I spent about an hour answering my question A and then sailed through question B because for me, I found the second question a lot easier to answer. Don’t panic if you don’t stick to the “recommended time” because every single person is different and what you find easy might be difficult for someone else.

In saying that, if you are spending loadsss of time on one particular section and you can feel the clock ticking, then move the heck on. Take a deep breath, leave a blank page for yourself to come back to that question later, and start your next part. Every question has a finite amount of marks, so no matter how brilliant your 20 mark answer is, you can only ever get 20 marks for it, and if that answer came at the expense of not getting question B done at all, then you’re down a grade already.

Tip #3: They want your opinion. Let me repeat that. They want your opinion. No matter what the heck they ask you, whether it’s about poetry or your novel or a Shakespearean text, the examiner will be checking to see what you thought of the text. I know firsthand how weird writing things like “In my opion...” or “I believe that...” but this is how you get the marks. Don’t lose the H2 you’re aiming for cause you’re feeling a bit awkward. After the exam, that feeling will never matter again, but your grade will!

Link every single paragraph in every single answer. This doesn’t have to be complicated, you don’t even need to write an entire sentence. Just start every new paragraph with phrases like “However...” or “Therefore...” or “In contrast to this...”. If you don’t link your paragraphs, the examiner will think that you don’t know what you’re talking about and that you have no opinion of your own (see Tip #3) so use those joining phrases!

Tip #4: For that letter/article/diary entry question B, make sure that whatever part of it you answer, you know the layout for that style. Reports must have a title, introduction, work carried out, findings, suggestions, recommendations, and conclusion sections. Essays need to have a clear introduction, 5+ paragraphs, and closing. Even diary entries should begin with ‘Dear Diary’ which physically causes me pain to write, but it’s what gets you the marks!

Letters are the most asked question B but the most diffuclt to get good marks in. First things first: Figure out if it’s formal or informal. Formal will be editors, principals, government, or anyone that you would address as “sir” or “ma’am” in real life. Informal will be your friends, close family members, penpals, or anyone you’d hug goodbye and laugh with in real life.

Formal letters begin with your own name in the right hand corner of the page, with your own address directly below it. Skip a line, and then write the date below it, always in the format of “01 January 2020″ and be sure to check the question for any hint about what this date should be. If you’re writing a letter to your boss asking about organising a staff barbarcue for staff morale, then you wouldn’t date it in the middle of December, right? Sign off with something professional like “Kind regards” or “Thank you for your time”

Informal letters begin with your own address on the top right-hand corner of the page but do not write your name! It’s an informal letter to your friend; they know who you are. Skip a line, and then write the date below it, always in the format of “01 January 2020″ and pay attention to the time of year again. Sign off with something casual like “see you later!” or “talk soon!”

Tip #5: Section 2′s composing section is worth an entire 25% of your paper. If you want to get a good grade, you need to get a good grade in this. If you’re aiming for a H2, then you need to get a H2 in this section minimum.

Your essay should be between 4 to 6 pages, or 1000 to 1250 words. At least.

Always open with a quote, a rhetorical question, or a shocking statistic. I went online the night before my Paper One exam, and wrote down 10 quotes from well-known people about the most popular topics in life, eg. Education, Love, Money, Travelling, Death, Youth & Aging, etc. and just learnt them off in half an hour. I ended up using three of them on the day, and you have no idea the relief you feel when you’re guaranteed that at least one thing in your composition will get you marks!

Take an entire A4 page and plan your essay before you start. Not only is it just common sense and super helpful to get all your ideas down before you forget them, but if you run out of time for whatever reason, then the examiner will be able to see what you were planning to write, and will give you an extra mark or two. Your plan doens’t have to be complicated and you definitely shouldn’t spend any longer than 5 minutes on it. Just throw down a few words, organise them based on paragraph, and then start writing.

And finally (i’m so sorry that you had to read all that) remain calm! No matter what happens, whether you get a H1 or a H7, as long as you do your best then no one can say anything to you! You are more than your grade and you are more than some English exam that won’t matter in ten years anyway. Stay calm, always put your mental and physical health first, and remember that this paper is not the end all be all of anything. You’ve got this.

#ask #leaving cert #leaving cert advice #leaving cert english #study tips #anon

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brianc521 · 5 years

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Sigh | Raul Mendes

Romanced By Tik Tok

Raul’s different when he’s around his brothers. It’s like he can’t show emotion, or let his tough guy guard down. You knew that, but you really hoped that maybe that would change when you both finally got together. That’d he finally feel comfortable enough to be with you in front of them.

Not so much the case.

Shawn’s back in town from Miami, so he and Peter have been over at Raul’s all day. It’s the mandatory boys day, tomorrow Aaliyah will join for mandatory sibling day. The difference this time around though, is that you were already at Raul’s when the boys arrived.

It started off fine when he begged for you to stay. You’d fully offered to go home, take the day to get some chores done so he could have his time. I mean, you didn’t know what being a triplet felt like, but there has to be some separation anxiety when they part as much as they do. Raul fought you tooth and nail, literally hid your keys so you wouldn’t leave. Although you know where his hiding spot was. You found it the last time he tried to beg you to stay.

So you stayed, as if you had a choice in the matter. After brunch was when you noticed the change. He didn’t sit next to you on the love seat, instead opting for the middle seat between Shawn and Peter. They started playing Fifa while you started a book on your phone, and that was when the teasing started.

Peter made a joke about how Raul’s gone soft now that he’s got a girlfriend. Shawn followed up asking Raul if he needed you to kiss his ego because he just lost to Peter. The kicker of them all was when you asked for a sip of his water and suddenly he was ‘whipped’. He shut down completely then.

Show no weakness right?

He started mocking you when you asked a question, and was overall acting like an ass. So that promise you made about giving Tik Tok a break suddenly slipped your mind. If his respect can slip his, things can slip yours too.

So you logged into the app, and saw that the most requested was the ‘sigh in front of your boyfriend’ reaction. You smirked and clicked over to your camera.

Game on motherfucker.

You readjusted how you were sitting on the love seat, letting your back face the TV that way you faced the boys. You caught Raul’s eyes when you kicked your legs around to get comfortable. The look you sent must have already let him know he was in trouble because his whole face softened.

You waited awhile, taking 15 minutes to read that way he wouldn’t get suspicious. The way you were sitting with your arms crossed allowed your hand, that was holding your phone, to sit in the crook of your elbow. The perfect view of him.

You clicked back over to your camera and hit record.

You took a deep breath, and before you even let it out his eyes snapped to you. You let it out, sighing deeply and he turned his head towards you.

“You okay?” He mouthed, tilting his head to the side.

He really was just a big puppy and you were struggling against cooing at him. You rolled your eyes, and looked back at your phone, watching him. His eyes widened and his cheeks went pink. He looked back at the TV a moment before looking back at you.

Standing he handed Shawn his controller and walked into the kitchen. You furrowed your brows but kept recording because you knew him better than that. You jump slightly when your phone buzzes.

iMessage from Lover Boy: What’s the matter Baby?

You snickered to yourself when you read the message. This boy was seriously texting you right now.

iMessage from Lover Boy: What’d I do?

iMessage from Lover Boy: I love you

You kept on laughing at the messages, never responding to see what he does. He walks out of the kitchen scratching at the back of his neck.

“Shawn, you mind picking up some coffee?” Raul asked from behind the couch.

“Um? Sure?” Shawn looked over at his brother, watching Raul shoot him a glance. “Right sure, Peter, come help out.” Shawn said, tossing the remote and grabbing Peter by the front of his shirt.

You watch in amusement as the boys leave and Raul tip toes closer. Once the door shuts he gives you his puppy dog eyes.

“What’s the matter?” He asks, socked feet coming closer to you. Stopping in front of you.

You can’t help it, you laugh a little and he squints his eyes at you.

“What?”

“You’re too easy.” You laugh harder. “Oh my god I can’t believe you sent them out.” At this point you stop the recording and shake your head up at him.

“Were you recordi- This a fucking Tik Tok?” He crosses his arms.

“Yeah.” You nod.

“We talked about that. You said you’d-”

“Yeah but you were being an ass.” You fire at him.

“How was I being an ass?” He asks.

“How was I being an ass?” You mimic, voice high pitched.

“What are you doing?” He steps back.

“What are you doing?” You continue.

“Stop doing that, it’s annoying.”

“You don’t say!” You point to the couch.

He looks back at where you’re pointing and it’s like it finally all starts to click. He hangs his head and turns back to you.

“I sworry.” He baby talks.

You shake your head at him, standing up from the couch. You walk around him, lifting the lampshade and swiping your keys from the empty space a lightbulb is supposed to be.

“What are you doing?” He asks, quickly wrapping his arms around you from behind. “How’d you know about that spot?” He muttered to himself.

“You need time with the boys, I don’t mind Raul. Seriously I don’t. I do mind being the punchline to all the teasing jokes and not feeling respected.”

“Hey, I’m sorry.” He holds you tighter, kissing your neck. “I’m sorry Baby.”

“Raul it’s simple, I promise, if you don’t want me here just say so. I know how this goes, it’s not gonna hurt my feelings. I understand it.”

“I do want you here.” He buries his face further into your neck. “I do, I always want you.”

“It’s-”

“Shut up and listen to me. I’m telling you I want you. I want you here, always, forever.”

“How come you can’t feel that way when your brothers are around?”

He stares at you, brows furrowed. “I do feel that way when they’re around.”

“Really?” You laugh. “Could’ve fooled me.”

“Okay, I get it.” He spins you around. “I’m a dick, but you’re not so please don’t act like one.”

“I’m not trying too, I’m just trying to get you to see that you kind of hurt my feelings.”

His chest deflates and he scrunches his nose. “I’m sorry. I don’t know why I get like that. They know we’re together, I just, I don’t know. I get nervous around you, and I get even more nervous when others are around because like it’s us and I want it to stay between us, and-”

“Shush.” You push a finger to his lips. “Just kiss me so we can make up.”

He grins, leaning down and kissing you softly. He cradles your back with his big hands, nuzzling his face into the crook of you neck, rocking you both back and forth.

“Lovebirds! We’re back.” Peter announces.

“Raul I hope I gave you enough time to make up with your girl.” Shawn says meeting you two in the living room. “Awe how cute.” He stops in his tracks as he watches you two sway softly. “Sunrise with you on my chest, no blinds in the place where I live.” He sings slowly, watching you and then eyeing Raul’s windows. Where he happened to have no blinds, actually the boy’s never had blinds at this place.

Your eyes go wide and you push Raul away. “’Fallin All In You’ is about me?” You screech, hitting Raul’s chest.

“What?” Raul blushes and looks down.

“I mean I sing it, but I wrote it after Raul told me about the first time you ever stayed here with him.” Shawn grins, handing you a venti coffee and Raul a grande.

“Hey! How come she gets the big and I get a small.” Raul whines.

“Because I know how to treat a woman Dumbass.”

“Hey Shawn,” You speak up after taking a big gulp of your iced cold brew. “You’re gonna need Peter to kiss your ego after I beat your ass in Fifa.”

iMessage from Li Li: I love how he looked before you even let the sigh out. Tell the jackasses imma beat they asses at Fifa tomorrow!

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bubblesthemonsterartist · 4 years

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*cracks knuckles* Clearly I’m going straight for the Blackout.

ENJOY, FRIENDS. FOR YOU, I THROW IT UNDER THE CUT

Under 1000 Words

take my burdens (and bury them deep) by @thelionshymnal Rated M Nothing makes me happier than a fic of my favorite BroTP, especially when Obi is offering to disappear Kiki’s dirty dealings. Content warning for attempted sexual assault and Obi doing what he does best: getting rid of the body.

A Fic That Got You Involved In Fandom

Seven Suitors for Shirayuki by @sabraeal Rated T Look. You all are just going to have to accept that there is a certain generation of this fandom that was dragged in, kicking and screaming, by this fic. I wanted to diversify by saying something else managed it, but no. It was the fact that this story was stuck on chapter five for MONTHS that made me vibrate until my own fic fell out. XD

Made You Laugh Out Loud

An Extra Rise Before Dawn by @sabraeal Rated G I don’t often worry that I am going to pee from laughing so hard when I’m reading something, but this one definitely does. In one spot in particular. You might be able to guess it. It is simultaneously an incredible sweet and incredibly funny fic that hits all the right notes for me.

Favorite Trope Reversal

Fussing with Firedrakes by @leewritingrecs Rated T 1) Dragons. 2) Damsel in distress is no damsel and she is NOT in distress thank you very much 3) Kiki is a DRAGON 4) Obi is cursed, and 5) DID I MENTION D R A G O N S ???

Fic That Made You Friends With the Author

The Wide Florida Bay by @sabraeal Rated E I had to think about this because while I read Seven Suitors first, this was the series that made me start sending anons and eventually made me join tumblr where I proceeded to endlessly play the ‘what if’ game with Jen. CLEARLY this is where our friendship was forged.

Action-Packed Fight Scene

Agent, Parts I, II, and III by @infinitelystrangemachinex Rated T Like Jen, I was positively torn, because both Andi and Sarah do fight scenes SO WELL, but Agent ultimately won out because there is just something so delightful about Shirayuki flailing and clinging to Obi like a cat that doesn’t want to go in the bath while arrows zip all around them

Edit: Screw it, I’m reccing them both

Republic of Tanbarun by @claudeng80 Rated T An action adventure series where romance is involved but is by no means the focus. Zen and Obi adventures abound. Politics galore. And some masterfully done slow-motion to quick motion fight scenes that I L O V E D

Gen Fic

Fugue in Three by @infinitelystrangemachinex Rated G Ryuu casually destroys Obi and Shirayuki by breathing as they count down the days until he comes of age. Technically this fic has a romantic pairing, but it is by no means the focus of this fic. If you don’t agree, you are welcome to meet me under the Big Oak between the hours of 12 and 4 for a duel.

Missing Scene

Like Brothers Do by @claudeng80 Rated G Obi is clearly Kiki’s annoying big brother and handles Mitsuhide’s rejection in the best way he knows how. Also read: Mitsuhide gets what’s coming to him. (ง'̀-'́)ง

Canon Divergent

We work at the mall by @kaedix Rated T With how many AUs we got floating around this fandom, I was hard pressed to choose a favorite. But there is just something so sweet and wholesome and American teenager about this. It just latches onto you and never lets go. (Also the gang all work at my favorite places in the mall when I was growing up. What’s not to love?)

Steamiest Kiss

Were Hearts Not An Unknown Country by @sabraeal Rated T LOOK. SOMEONE was going to have to go dig this out of the rubble of her compilation fics and it might as well be me. Also the birthplace of the much loved AnS fandom practice of solstice kissing.

Contains Your Favorite Headcanon

The road to Clarines is Gravel by @codango Rated E Not the focus of the fic as a whole, but like, Torou and Obi are siblings. GALAXY MIND EXPLOSION. I mean, I loved that so much that I wrote a pre-canon fic of this fic. Additional note totally not related to the bingo square: I will ALWAYS be here for positive sex worker representation in fics. Fair warning, though, this is the most unfair AU in existence because the brain screams that it SHOULDN’T WORK and yet by some sort of writerly sorcery, it DOES. PLEASE READ IT IF YOU HAVEN’T ALREADY.

Wept Real Tears

let it make you by @thelionshymnal Rated M It’s not every day that someone manages to write a fic that makes me stare numbly at the very first line for a solid 15 minutes, big fat tears rolling down my cheeks, but Hymn did it. And then she somehow managed to kiss it better. All in 1100 words.

Free Space

AnS Role Swap AU by @owlsshadows Rated M This series has it all. Shirayuki as an assassin. Obi as both a royal bastard and a pharmacist. A mysterious meeting out in the woods where it makes you question whether Nanaki and Obi are two different people or the same. Also Zen having some very conflicted feelings regarding his royal authority and how he can choose to handle rejection.

Edit: Since I’ve already doubled up once, let me double up again, I have so much love to give and not enough space to give it!

Blizzard by @nebluus Rated T This is one of the earliest fics I read in this fandom and it remains to date one of my absolute favorites. Obi gets hurt protecting his Miss and a blizzard rolls in. Thankfully they find a cabin where Obi, who is definitely on his death bed if no one finds them and SOON, proceeds to still fuss over his Miss. Best scene: When he warms her hands with his. Also the second chapter is all sorts of delightful domesticity I IMPLORE you to please read it and soon.

Favorite Fan-Made OC

All Pain Will Turn to Medicine by @sabraeal Rated M All y’all should’ve seen these coming from ten miles out. I fucking LOVE Herr Anda, the cantankerous little bastard. And Jen knows this because she designed him specifically with me in mind. Academic catnap >:|

AU That Made You Find the Source Material

All Knotted Up by @sabraeal Rated G Admittedly, there are a great many AUs out there that made me look up the source material, but this Tangled AU is the most recent because I finally got on Disney+. And yes, Mitsuhide is the horse. Ryuu may be Pascal a little bit, but Mitsuhide. He’s The Horse. XD

First AnS Fic You Read

Loyalty by Evelyn Fiedler Rated K+ (which is basically G on AO3) My one and only ff.net rec from my earliest days in the fandom when I was combing for absolutely any content I could find, begging the fandom to help me decide if I was down for Obiyuki and all that it implied and this author most assuredly delivered.

Favorite Minor Character

Undertow by @jhalya Rated E The fic itself is a space odyssey of sorts. One mission among many where humanity attempts to colonize Mars. However the real selling point here, if you didn’t know, is Lord Seiran. He is a delightfully eccentric billionaire who clearly always wanted a large family, judging from how easily he fills out the adoption paperwork.

WIP

Caulk dirty to me by @leewritingrecs Rated E Have I mentioned I love the sex worker trope? I. Love. The. Sex. Worker. Trope. Also Obi is clearly divine at all of his jobs. Shirayuki already got to experience his skills at one of them. I wait with BAITED BREATH for her to experience the other :3

Canon Compliant

Thicker than Blood by @infinitelystrangemachinex Rated G In the aftermath of the death of King Kain, Izana and Zen must decide on which path they will take moving forward. Amazing fic. Unfinished, but a wonderful look into the dynamics between the Wisteria brothers and their absent mother.

One-Shot

Worth his Weight in Rice by @claudeng80 Rated T AU set in an Edo-adjacent Period where a disease has wiped killed off a significant portion of the male population. Resulting societal shifts occur. If you go into the comments, I have a couple of pages worth of reasons why I love this AU, but what I appreciate even more is how you have an absolutely perfect oneshot in this fic. It is a well-translated universe where we get a delightful clear, beginning, middle, and end, all in 5k. NOT an easy feat. Please enjoy.

Rare Pair

the fog pushing through my mind by @thelionshymnal Rated E Obi/Yuzuri, friends with benefits. Two pining idiots with some sore feelings decide to get stoned and take comfort in another warm body for the night. I just really enjoyed the casual intimacy of the encounter and how this is clearly neither of their first experiences with a one night stand. Neither of them are going to make it weird in the morning, they just need to take the edge off, ya know? Additional bonus for Obi being ready to stab the dumbasses who made Yuzuri feel like she was a weirdo in her past.

AU You Took a Chance On (And Now Love)

Lightning in a Bottle by @jhalya Rated M I mean, if Jules is gonna play dirty by making Obi the hot fish man running around without his shirt on 99% of the time, then of COURSE I’m going to enjoy Deep Blue Sea. It’s, like, one of my favorite movies now.

Favorite Trope

Moonshine Phantom by @leewritingrecs Rated T We got a murder muffin who ALSO used to be a sex worker? Sign me the fuck up, I am 1000% here for this. Also all the showgirls who clearly love their coworker and only want him and his adorable wife to have the best. They may have never heard of her before, but she looks sweet, and they all have a silent agreement between them that if she breaks his heart, they’ll cut her.

Fic That Gave You a New OTP

What the Heart Wants by @sabraeal Rated G Haruto/Mukaze. An attempted kidnapping and subsequent rescue makes Zen and Shirayuki painfully aware that their parents have had, at some point in their lives, sex. Izana may not be happy about someone banging his mom, but is HE rather pleased at having a new sister. >:3c

Pre-Canon

The Wolf in the Woods by @krispy-kream (YES I STILL HAVE THIS BOOKMARKED) Rated G Everyone knows that I have very delicate food feels and this ALMOST went under the Wept Real Tears category, but I like to spread out the crying as much as possible XD Shirayuki finds a boy at the edge of the wood and decides he needs something to eat. Filed under: Guaranteed to wreck me in 500 words or less.

#ansficbingo #akagami no shirayukihime #snow white with the red hair #PLEASE ENJOY ALL THE PRETTY FICS #I LOVE THEM ALL AND HOLD THEM DEAR

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bangtan-dreamland · 4 years

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[3:58 A.M.]

Pairing: ot7 x reader

Word Count: 2564

Warnings: vague but heavy feelings of sadness, that’s all really

Rating: pg-15

Genre: hurt/comfort (could also be angsty fluff?)

Summary: Sometimes it feels too easy to just let go and stop... but they do their best to keep you present and alive.

AN: I wrote this in the span of 2 hours, the need to write what I’m feeling down and adding how I sometimes wish someone could comfort me like that inspiration to keep going and finish this. Unbeta’ed or however you spell that, don’t expect too much from a 4 A.M. piece please.

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It’s nights like these that affect you the most.

It's when nights like these come that you fall, when the breath leaves your lungs and it feels hard to breathe, when the thoughts crowd your mind so noisily there is no reprieve to be found, when it feels like your heart is heavy, and you are plummeting, sinking, suffocating-

You could drown in everything and anything.

When nights like these come, you wonder why you ever let yourself stay up so late, aware of how vulnerable you can be when the quiet and the calm surrounds you. Wonder how the night can so easily affect you. Wonder why when you're finally alone and at ease with your thoughts does the heaviness come, leaving you breathless and dizzy, the simple task of existing becoming a task you aren’t sure you can handle.

After all, you're sensitive. Not the kind of sensitive that easily gets hurt from a remark, no, you would be happy if that was all it was. No, you're the type to be sensitive to everything. The type to feel a little too much, a little too often. To feel for others even when it doesn't affect you, whether it be positive or negative. Hearing about abandonment in any form makes your eyes blur, and the congratulations of a win for someone pulls your lips to a smile.

You wish you aren't so affected. You wish you could stand to be a little more detached. You wish a lot, and you know they won't come true, but you wish anyway.

You try to take a long inhale, but the pain in your chest flares up and the air leaves you in stuttering gasps and wheezes. You whimper and-

You just-

You want it all to-

"... stop," you whisper, feeling a shudder rip its way through you. Lips that uttered a sound before remains slightly open. Your stare is empty, face blank and you feel numb to the core, even as your body is shaking, trembling. From what, you don't know quite know either. The lack of warmth you can feel in your body is telling, as if you're freezing inside out, but you can't find it in yourself to care.

You should, though. Shouldn't you?

A distant part of you knows you should. But you can't bring yourself to listen and agree, to listen and obey.

It's so much more easier to stay still. As if by staying still, you could let the world pass by. As if by hoping, wishing enough, you could escape everything that made you feel.

Because-

Too much. Too much. Everything is too much, and you- you wish you could say you hate it, but even now it just feels like too much. Too much effort, when it's easier to abstain from feeling anything at all. Your heart feels so heavy, you desperately put what remaining effort you have to keeping yourself stable.

So you remain curled up on the floor instead, letting the heaviness of your limbs and your heart keep you rooted to the spot.

You don’t know how much time passes when the-

‘Ding!’

-of a notification breaks the silence.

Your stare remains pointed ahead with a blank stare, the bright light of your cellphone still oh so noticeable in the dim light blanketing the room. You wonder just who and why are you being messaged at what you last remember to be one in the morning, hazily.

You could check your phone. It would only take a second to reach out and hold it in your hands. Probably a few seconds to read, and a minute to reply.

You remain still as you are anyway.

Checking or even just touching your phone at all will tell the other person you’ve read their messages. And then they would demand a reply, wouldn’t they? Wouldn’t they? You’re not in a state of being to bare yourself open. You’re not in a state of being either to care about anything but yourself. You don’t want to care about anything, to make any effort at all.

The room feels stifling and you feel tempted to scream or do something, anything- but as it is, you encourage yourself to just breathe. In. Out. In. Out.

‘Ding!’

You wonder if it’s one of the boys. Wonder if it’s more than one. Wonder who it is if not them. You’d been talking to them before, hadn’t you?

Still.

‘Ding!’

They’re persistent, you absently note, whoever they are. The sudden continuous dings of notification fill the void of silence present in the room. It’s annoying, and the constricting feeling in your chest is dark and gaping and it could swallow you up.

You slump even more and try to focus on something else.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

In.

Out-

You hear the door creak open, footsteps and heavy breathing coming from the doorway. Your gaze flickers from the floor, to the door, which you’re a little in front of-

Your eyes meet with Jungkook’s as he’s bent over, wheezing, brows furrowed and tongue pressed to his cheek yet again as it always is when he’s feeling emotional with something but can’t discuss it.

You blink, and wonder why he’s here. Wonder why he came at all. Was he the one blowing up your phone?

Even thinking feels too much of a chore at the moment though, and you opt to simply close your eyes. Not exhausted enough to slip into sleep’s grasp, yet no motivation or energy to do anything at all either.

You hear movement, and half-lidded eyes keep their focus on Jungkook as he stalks closer, the frown prominent on his face.

He calls your name, murmuring something that you can hear, but doesn’t register in your mind.

You feel… weird. Like if before you were drowning, now your body is floating, and you can’t quite keep yourself from drifting away. All you can do is blink up at him as he heaves a frustrated sigh.

Then-

Gentle hands slip under your frame, lifting you up, slowly, carefully, and you keep a blank stare as you let him cradle you to his chest like a princess, offering no resistance as you’re carefully brought over to what appears to be your living room.

A living room that contains six more men you do not expect at all to be present at this hour.

Still, a part of you hums, they’re here. And they seem more at home than you do.

The television is on, you notice. There is little sound that leaves the speakers, Taehyung and Jimin appearing to be choosing from the stack of CDs by your coffee table. Hoseok and Yoongi are building what might be a blanket fort, and you hear someone approach from the side- Namjoon holding several pillows and blankets as he makes his way to the duo.

A part of you wonders why they came, a little surprised, but mostly, even when you try to feel, it’s hard. It’s empty. You can’t even bring yourself to utter a sound as you just watch them go about their tasks, though you have no idea what or why or how.

The smell of cream and mangoes fill the room and you shift your gaze a little to the side, where Seokjin appears. A container of mango float is in his hands and you feel your stomach grumble a little. It’s only then that you remember you’ve probably only eaten one meal today, having let the numbness keep you ignorant to your hunger until it faded away. It’s not healthy, you know, but you can’t bring yourself to care.

As you’re submerged in your thoughts, you’re surprised to see in the meantime they have completed whatever they seemed to be doing.

The TV is on, the sounds low but still present, the light contained by what seems to be a huge blanket fot\rt that shows the shadows of six people.

You feel Jungkook shift you in his arms, taking a step- then closer, closer, and closer- until you’re brought inside.

The curtain of blanket is pulled to the side and you both enter.

You feel a spark of appreciation for the set-up that they’ve built. Heavy blankets that cover and give you space, spread from ceiling to floor, a lamp covered with star colored paper so that the light that passes through is shaped like so, the mountain of pillows that greet you both when you step inside. Inside, it seems as if the boys have specifically planned or at least talked about seating arrangements. There is an empty spot on the floor by the couch, though covered with thick comforters. An empty spot that on both sides are occupied by Jimin and Taehyung. The couch above it seating Yoongi and Hoseok, and then Namjoon to the furthest side- and then Seokjin on one of the sides. The mango float remains near and you wonder when he made it.

Jungkook places you in between Jimin and Taehyung, who you barely notice are looking at you with worried faces. Even as you let out a small huff at you finally being placed down, your head lolling the side a little as you let yourself splay on the couch, Yoongi gently guides your head to comfortably settle against his legs, a hand coming to draw your hair up and into his lap, as he strokes your head. Both Jimin and Taehyung come closer, arms drawing you to a cuddle, their warmth seeping into your cold body.

The comfort is appreciated, really, but-

Still, it’s hard to relax, even so.

Still. Still. Still, you know you should at least be a little grateful for the trouble they’ve gone through for this.

“... Why did you guys come?” When your voice leaves you, it’s a muted whisper, a thoughtless sentence spoken out loud that they barely hear. Still it’s easy to detect the change in demeanors that your words bring to the group, as their expressions change. In particular, you feel Jimin besides you stiffens. When he speaks again you can notice a little that his voice has a strained quality.

“You weren’t answering to any of our replies or calls, even though we were in the middle of talking… not to mention, how you’ve been acting the past few days. Just- we got worried,” he explains. Still the weight on your chest remains and you tell him quietly.

“You didn’t have to do that. It’s not like this isn’t the first time this happens to me.” Belatedly do you remember and add. “... Besides, I’ll be fine come morning.”

“Even so,” this time it’s Taehyung on your other side who answers you. “The fact that you’re feeling this way at all isn’t something we like. We want to help.”

You feel the gentle comfort of a blanket settle over you, a pillow below your head as Hoseok’s hands press against your cheek, and you lean into his warmth.

“Yah, you should’ve seen Jungkook run all the way over,” he huffs. “Holding his cellphone so tightly and all. Then again, I guess we weren’t any better... If anyone saw us they’d wonder where we were all running off to at three in the morning.”

Three. Had you been out of it that long…?

“Jimin was the one who noticed your silence- Taehyung suggested we come over and see if you were alright. Namjoon was the one with the idea to make a blanket fort, Seokjin thought you’d feel a little better with food and company,” Yoongi explains, his voice as he speaks settling a little in your mind. “Me and Hoseok are the ones who set it up, though, and Jungkook got tasked with carrying you into the fort after we made it.”

“I don’t get why you guys would do this,” your words are a murmur when they leave you. You don’t. You really don’t understand why they would do so much, hearing that they weren’t even sure if you were actually feeling how you are, or if somehow you’ve just fallen asleep or what.

The person who answers you then is Seokjin.

“We care about you.” The sentence is short and simple, but it says everything without hiding anything. He adds, “we’d rather we made an unnecessary trip and annoy you than not go and regret not being able to help when you need it. And even if you don’t right now… we hope it’s still something that will help.”

“If you want us to leave, we can leave right now,” Namjoon tells you, though the minute tightening in his face betrays his true feelings. “I know it looks like we’ve done so much already, but if it’s too much for you right now, we can clean up and leave you be.”

You feel a tug on your hand, and Jungkook’s doe eyes meet your own. You can plainly read the message he’s sending you. Let us stay and help, please.

Though, really. Inside the fort it is warm, and with the chill ever present in your body even you have to admit that it feels like it’s fading away with every moment.

“... Okay,” eventually do you softly assent, a shaky exhale leaving you as you let yourself slump into their hold, giving up control. You don’t have to look at them to see the pleased and overjoyed looks on their faces, choosing instead to cling onto the feel of their bodies pressed to yours, a solid comfort and reassurance that you are here in the present.

The night passes with movies you barely remember the plots of, ice cream and chips consumed and with a pile of trash as proof, the laughter and ever present conversations filling the fort.

All the while, you feel Jungkook’s hands remaining on yours, fingers intertwined- Taehyung and Jimin’s bodies curled up around you, Namjoon’s calm tone contrasting with Hoseok’s chuckles, the others chiming in sometimes, their words flowing through your mind like a stream- Seokjin’s insistent feeding you of little bites of food, and then water- Yoongi, playing with your hair and occasionally giving little affectionate strokes and pats to your cheeks, your forehead, your nose-

Keep me grounded.

Don’t let go.

You feel yourself tethered by a single rope, seven threads woven together into one being. You do not plummet, you do not sink, you do not suffocate-

The pain remains but for once you have hope that this too will pass. Instead of letting the waves come and take you away, you let it wash over you and remain rooted to where you are instead, the comfort of hands holding your own keeping you from straying away.

You don’t know when you fall asleep, but it is with the barest hint of a smile, and when you wake up- it isn’t as if everything is suddenly okay no, but-

But.

As the bare hint of sunlight peeks through the heavy curtains, yourself surrounded by sleeping men, hands entangled with yours, hints of smiles on all of their faces- at this moment, you feel a small rush. You feel alive, again. The worst has passed and you are ready to pick yourself up again, a little stronger, a little more at ease.

Tomorrow has come and you know you are not alone in your problems. At least, not now.

Hopefully not ever.

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striveattemptfail · 4 years

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Football Vs. Husband: Which Do You Know Better? | Zimbits ft. Tater, G, 1.8k

Summary: Bitty gets quizzed on two of his favourite things: Jack and...... football?

Based on the Buzzfeed video of the same name. Takes place sometime in Sept-Oct 2019. Minor spoilers for 4.25 Faber and 4.26 Check, Please! (If you can call em spoilers LOL.)

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A/N: Fun fact: At the time I wrote this (2017), it was set in the “future” (2019), but now that year is literally the past for us hahahahahahskfjasldfjasldfjklaskdfj. In the fic summary I say “minor spoilers” because what I originally wrote as wish fulfillment in 2017 became canon in 2020.

Anyway, this is a near verbatim copy of Ned Fulmer getting quizzed on his wife vs football—like fr some of the dialogue is exactly the same LOL. Thanks to @smol0ctopus for the beta and the omg stream! please server for advice!<3 Any other mistakes are mine.

YouTube transcript of Football Vs. Husband (Check, Please! #151: A Falconers Special!) [Descriptive captions by biittyyreciipees, airhockeycanbeviolent, and f4lcsboy: Check, Please! Captioning Team]

Eric Hey, y’all! Didja miss me? Because I sure did miss you! Now, today’s video is a lil special. Y’all’ll see that I’ve got myself some lovely guests here from Providence’s own Falconers team. (gestures towards Jack and Tater) Say hi guys!

Tater (waves) Hi!

Jack (single nod, smiles) Hello.

Eric I’ve got here regular guest and my husband, Jack Zimermann, and his teammate, Alexei Mashkov—

Tater But you call me Tater!

Eric (laughs) But we call him Tater! Tater, why don’t you explain what’ll happen here today?

Tater Is collaboration with Falcs TV! We had special tournament to see if players knows their SOAPs more than favorite thing.

ONSCREEN CAPTION SOAPs = Significant Others And Partners, for all y’all non-hockey fans out there! Click here (highlighted annotation inserted) to watch the tournament on the Falconer’s official website or check this video’s description!

Eric I had me such a great time over on Falcs TV with Jack that I wanted to share the fun with y’all here!

Tater (nods) Zimmboni crush everyone in tournament!

ONSCREEN CAPTION “Zimmboni” is Jack’s hockey nickname, like “Tater” is for Alexei. Everyone on the team has one! In fact, I have one too: Bitty! But Alexei likes to call me “B”.

Jack (shrugs, gives small smile) I know history. I know my husband.

Eric (laughs, blushes)

Tater Now, is time to see if B know Zimmboni just as much!

Eric I’m feelin’ pretty confident that I do. What do you think, sweetpea?

Jack I think Bits knows me better than myself, to be honest.

Eric Jack! (blushing again)

Tater Yes, yes, is very cute! But I’m want to ask questions now, yes?

Eric (turns to camera) Now, I tried to get ‘em to quiz me on baking—because y’all and your mama know that I love it—but Jack here insisted that I get asked about football instead.

Jack Baking’s too easy. I figured you’d appreciate the challenge. You know a lot about American football, eh?

Eric (rolls eyes) “American football”—I know y’all in Canada just call it football too! Now, I’d argue, but that’ll take up the rest of this video, so I guess it’s time to get to the quiz!

Tater Yes!

(video transition with dramatic music)

Tater (holds up stack of cards in hands) Here, I’m hold questions about NFL and college football, plus questions about Zimmboni for B to answer. Like during Falcs’ tournament, I’m ask SOAP about their favorite subject first, then ask about their partner. B, is ready?

Eric As I’ll ever be!

Jack Gonna crush it, Bits.

Eric Let’s hope so, sweetheart.

Tater Will be good, B, I’m sure! Question one, name five offensive positions in the NFL.

Eric Lord, how easy—quarterback, running back, wide receiver, offensive tackle, tight end.

ONSCREEN CAPTION Score: 5/5

Tater See, B! You be fine! Name five of Zimmboni’s favourite foods.

Eric Ooh, alright. So PB&J sandwiches, chicken tenders... scrambled eggs, uh, cassoulet... (Caption Note: French food pronunciation is not butchered, because food)

ONSCREEN CAPTION Score: 4/5

Tater One more, B.

Eric Hm, let’s see—

Tater (snickers) Remember this easiest question in stack.

Eric Oh, hush, you.

Jack Bits? Maybe a dessert?

Eric (hits head with base of palm) Oh, goodness me, right! Maple sugar crusted apple pie.

ONSCREEN CAPTION Score: 5/5

Tater (nods) Yes. Okay, how many minutes in football quarter?

ONSCREEN CAPTION Answer: Quarters in the NFL and NCAA football are 15 minutes.

Eric 15 minutes.

Tater How long is Zimmboni’s pre-game ritual?

ONSCREEN CAPTION Answer: 15 minutes max. Like all athletes, hockey players have specific rituals before their games.

Eric About thirty minutes?

Tater (whooping laughter) 15 minutes, max.

Jack (laughs)

Eric (gasps, shakes head) That is not true, that can not be true! Honey, I’ve seen you take 15 minutes making your pre-game PBJ sandwiches. (scoffs)

Jack (makes a face)

Tater Sorry, B. Must give big zero for that question.

Eric (rolls eyes) Hmph!

Tater B, you get 20 seconds—name as many starting quarterbacks in the NFL as possible. Ready, set, go!

Eric Matt Ryan, Aaron Rodgers, Josh Allen, Philip Rivers, Tom Brady—ugh—Baker Mayfield, Derek Carr, Carson Palmer.

ONSCREEN CAPTION Score: 8

Tater Have 10 seconds, name as many as Zimmboni’s lineys when he finally move to first line.

ONSCREEN CAPTION Lineys = Hockey linemates. Fun fact: Jack moved from third to first line during his first season in the Falcs back in 2015!

Eric (opens mouth)

Tater But! Must name them by nickname!

Eric (single nod, determined expression)

Tater Okay? Ready, set, go!

Eric Alright so excluding Jack, that’ll be you, Tater, then we got Marty, Thirdy, Guy, and Snowy if you count the goalies!

Tater (solemnly nods) Always count goalies!

Eric Then that’s five for five. Gettin’ a lil easy there!

ONSCREEN CAPTION Score: 5/5

Tater Haha! Okay, who are on cover of Sports Illustrated for this season’s NFL and college previews?

ONSCREEN CAPTION Answer: Jarvis Landry and Odell Beckham Jr. were on the cover for the NFL preview. Trevor Lawrence was on the cover for the college preview.

Eric Oh, Coach and I were just talkin’ about this! I know the NFL preview was Odell Beckham Jr. and Jarvis Landry, but the college preview... (brief pause, placing chin on fist contemplatively) I think it’s Trevor Lawrence?

Tater Correct! What magazine cover did Zimmboni appear on first?

ONSCREEN CAPTION Answer: Trick question! Jack’s first ever appearance on a magazine cover was not as a hockey player. He first appeared on People Magazine as a baby with his parents, Robert “Bad bob” Zimmermann and Alicia Zimmermann.

Eric Can I ask a question?

Tater ...no.

Eric Well, shoot, alright. If you mean his first cover as an athlete, I’ll say Sports Illustrated, but if you mean his first one ever I think it’s People Magazine when he was a baby.

Tater (censored beep) Wow!

Jack (raises eyebrows) You remember that?

Eric Well, you told me! And Alicia did show me when we visited for Christmas one year. (smug smirk)

Jack (covers face in hand, exasperated sigh) Of course she did.

Tater Next question! How many Super Bowl rings does Tom Brady have?

Eric Oh goodness. I think it’s five?

Tater Six!

Eric What?

Tater Is six!

Eric (groans) Of course it’s six. Whatever, it’s fine, I try not to think about Tom Brady anyway. I don’t mind getting this one wrong. In fact, I’m kinda glad because I certainly don’t care for the man. Like, who—

Jack Bits. We’re in the middle of a game right now?

Eric (blushes) Oh, right.

Tater It’s alright, B, haha. But we move on with game now, yes? (single nod) Now, how many rings Zimmboni normally wear?

ONSCREEN CAPTION Answer: 1.

Eric One! He usually just wears his wedding ring, but today he’s got his 2016 Stanley ring! Wanna show it off, honey?

Jack (sheepishly holds up hands to show the two rings)

ONSCREEN CAPTION Fun fact: The team who wins the Stanley Cup get matching rings. Jack got his first one when the Falcs won the Cup in 2016!

Tater Is tough one now: How many times have the Atlanta Falcons made the playoffs?

ONSCREEN CAPTION Answer: 14.

Eric (sighs) Oh Lordy, that's hard. Alright, so by the time I was born they were at five so— (voice continues in fast forward) —they did in ‘98, then... ‘02? After was 2004, not 2005, or ‘06... so the next one was 2008. Then there was that streak from 2010 to 2012. Then the next one was 2016, and then ‘17. Not ‘18 and ‘19. So that’s... (begins to count on fingers)

Tater (back to regular speed, looking impressed) You have answer, B?

Eric I'm gonna go with fourteen as of this year.

Tater (censored beep)!!!

Eric (laughs)

Jack (censored beep), Bittle.

Tater Is amazing! You have both number and years!

Eric I’m Southern, and my daddy’s a football coach. (shrugs) Can’t help it!

Jack (chuckles) This is why I wanted you to answer stuff about the football instead of baking.

Eric (rolls eyes, swats Jack’s arm) Oh, this boy.

Tater Next question! What is most number of times Zimmboni fight in one season?

ONSCREEN CAPTION Answer: 3 fights.

Eric Ooh, shoot. I should know this one too, huh? Okay, so his first season he only got in one fight— (voice continues in fast forward) —and second season was also one, I think. After that, uhh, I think he finally got in two. Last year was three maybe? And this season hasn’t even started. But last year? Was it three? I don’t quite—hm.

Tater (back to regular speed) Your answer, B?

Eric I’m gonna go with three fights for last season.

Tater (shaking his head)

Jack What did I say?

Tater (censored beep) Is correct. (huffs) What year did Falcons join the NFL?

ONSCREEN CAPTION Answer: 1965.

Eric Uhhh, oh goodness, I know Coach told me this at some point... (pause) I think it was 1965?

Tater Correct! What year Zimmboni first try skating?

ONSCREEN CAPTION Answer: 1992. Fun fact: Bad Bob had Jack skating as soon as Jack could walk!

Eric Skating, huh? ‘Cause I’ll bet the son of Bad Bob tried on his first skates before he even turned one, huh? (smiles cheekily)

Jack (nudges with elbow, gives Eric a small smile) Not the question.

Eric Oh alright, not the question. Hmm, I know it was before you turned three so, I’ll say... (drawling out answer) nineteen-ninety... two?

Tater (throws cards out of hand, shaking his head) Is correct again!

Eric Oh my god!

(high pitched sound as Eric fist pumps the air)

Jack (laughs, bringing an arm around Eric before kissing his cheek)

Tater B, I'm frustrate to say you know Zimmboni as much as you know football.

ONSCREEN CAPTION FINAL SCORE: Football = 6, Husband = 6. T I E ! ! !

Jack Knew it. Told you so, Bits.

Eric That sounds like a chirp, and I will not have that on my vlog, Mr. Zimmermann. So with that, I guess we’re done! (looks towards camera, claps once) Well, that about does it for today’s video! Thank you so much to my special guests, Providence Falconers’ Jack Zimermann and Alexei Mashkov, for joining me today. (gestures towards Jack and Tater)

Tater (nods with a wide smile) Thanks for having us, B!

Jack (smiles and nods) Always great to be here.

Eric Be sure to check out the Falcs TV videos too! Link in the description or right over here! (points to space, highlighted annotation inserted) And thanks for tuning in! Next week, I’ll have a new video for y’all on the best ways to add protein to your favourite sandwiches.

(Eric, Jack, and Tater wave at the camera)

Eric Bye, y’all! See ya next time!

(More notes on Ao3.)

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horansqueen · 4 years

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You & Me : chapter 24

A Niall Horan fanfiction ; rated MA

Sequel to AM CONVERSATIONS

CHAPTER 1 || CHAPTER 2 || CHAPTER 3 || CHAPTER 4 || CHAPTER 5 || CHAPTER 6 || CHAPTER 7 || CHAPTER 8 || CHAPTER 9 || CHAPTER 10 || CHAPTER 11 || CHAPTER 12 || CHAPTER 13 || CHAPTER 14 || CHAPTER 15 || CHAPTER 16 || CHAPTER 17 || CHAPTER 18 || CHAPTER 19 || CHAPTER 20 || CHAPTER 21 || CHAPTER 22 || CHAPTER 23

NOTES:

-one chapter is her pov, the next is his. -4.3k - 4.5k -im sorry, i never proofread, i hate it. -there WILL be smut. but not only smut. -this is a romance, comedy, smut story. -for the summary, check my MASTERLIST.

- notes: idk what to say tbh, not even sure ppl read these notes lol. well, i hope it was an okay chapter?

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Chapter 24 : Her chapter

OLIVIA

We fell asleep together in his bed but I woke up in the middle of the night and stared at him for god knows how long. I didn't want to tell him what I did for many reasons, but mostly because I didn't want him to feel guilty. It was not his fault, he had every right to break up with me if he was not feeling the relationship anymore, and i'm the one who had swallowed those pills. Niall was not to blame and I knew it, but I was scared he'd feel bad if he found out. To imagine being weak like that in front of him was also not something I wanted. I was not really ready to let anyone see me that weak, but I was glad Louis had found me on that night. I was glad I was still there, because it made me realize I had a problem and I was lucky enough to have someone to help me with it.

I brought my hand to Niall's cheek and ran my fingertips on it gently, making him groan low. God I loved him. Just looking at him made me want to throw everything away and give myself to him, but I knew it was a pattern I couldn't fall back into and I had to be careful. Of course I had changed, and I had matured, and learned to love myself the way I was. I had worked on myself to trust me, and trust that I was worthy of love, even Niall's, and that my body didn't define me... but all of this didn't mean that I didn't question myself sometimes. It didn't mean that I couldn't doubt myself, or that it was easy to resist throwing myself into Niall's arms. I loved him like I have never loved anyone in my life. Did I ever love anyone else in my life?

It took me a while to fall back asleep but when I finally woke up for the second time, I kept my eyes closed and whimpered, reaching out to touch him until I realized he was not in bed with my anymore. I grimaced, my eyes still closed, and forced myself to sit up. It smelled like coffee and I smiled, stretching and opening my eyes before putting sweatpants and his t-shirt on, going to the bathroom and then walking to the kitchen. Niall was there, facing the counter as he was pouring coffee in two mugs and he glanced at me, sending me a smile.

"'Morning, how did you sleep?"

The sound of his voice made my lips curl and I walked up to him, wrapping my arms around his waist from behind and leaning my cheek on his back.

"You weren't there when I woke up." I replied with a pout that he couldn't see.

He laughed. "I'm right here!"

I hugged him tighter and when I loosened my embrace, he pushed the air out of his lungs and laughed again, turning to me and leaning his ass against the counter. My hands reached for the front of his shirt and I got on my tiptoe to reach for his lips. He tasted like coffee and I smiled against his mouth.

"You're on your second cup?" I asked, making him smile more.

"Yea you slept a lot." he pointed out before pressing his lips against mine again. "You seemed tired, I didn't want to wake you up."

I looked into his eyes and a fond smile appeared on my lips. I couldn't tell him I was tired because I spent over an hour staring at him in the middle of the night, could I?

"About last night, I want to thank you for sharing that with me." he said, glancing down before looking right in my eyes. "Thank you for trusting me. I'm so sorry I made you feel like that. I'm so sorry. I knew I had hurt you, but I never thought you were so... sad after I left. I never thought me dating someone else would hurt you that much."

"It wasn't you fault." I replied after breathing it. "It was me. It was my pain, my insecurities. It was my problem and my decision to do that. A bad and wrong one, a decision I'll never make again, but it was no one's fault but mine. You could date whoever you wanted, Niall. You didn't owe me anything."

"I'm still sorry. I'll always take part of the blame for that. But you promised you would never do that anymore, remember?" he added, raising his eyebrows. I just nodded with a soft smile and he smiled back. "Good, just a reminder."

We just looked at each other with loving smiles for a while and I felt something in my stomach. I was not sure if it was love, lust or affection... or maybe all of those feelings at the same time. All I knew was that they were all directed at him.

I felt the fingers of one of his hands run in my hair and smiled more, letting my hands run down his chest as I kept staring in his eyes. I always felt the need to be close to him and touch him and when one of my hands reached his dick, he groaned low and the grip in my hair tightened.

"Don't be a tease, petal." he whispered, making me bite my bottom lip hard.

"I'm always too horny to be a tease, you're the tease."

He chuckled and he pulled gently on his hand, making my head tilt back a bit more as my hand kept stroking his cock slowly over his sweatpants.

"I just think it's been way too long since I put your cock in my mouth, what do you think?" I whispered, sending him an amused smile. "Let me get on my knees for you."

His smile faltered and his eyes roamed on my face for a few seconds before he let go of my hair, his arm falling on his side. Quickly, I took my shirt off and his eyes fell on my breasts, making me hold my breath. It was not my best feature but the way he stared at them avidly made my heart jump in my chest. I let my shirt fall on the floor and got down on it, trying to save the pain on my knees that the cold hard floor could give me. I kept my gaze locked with his again for a few seconds and then looked away, trying to focus on his cock. I pulled his pants and boxers down, feeling my pussy throb at the sight of how hard he was but something else caught my attention. Something was not like it used to be and it had nothing to do with his dick. I frowned but my lips parted and I had to blink a few times to understand what exactly was written.

"Oh my god." I whispered, bringing a finger to it and brushing the tip of it on his skin. "Did you get a fucking tattoo?"

I glanced up and he was looking down at me with a frown. I opened my eyes wide and he grimaced, letting out a low groan.

"Darling, please, can't you see how fucking hard I am?" he pointed out. "You were about to do something?"

"I'm sorry but I can't do anything before I get an explanation.." I admitted with a nervous chuckle. "That's literally my name there?"

"I was drunk, found an old letter you wrote me, decided to get your name tattooed just like you tattooed mine." he explained quickly with a shrug. "Now your mouth? Please?"

My smile grew and I licked my lips. "Why this spot?"

"It was the only spot I could think of that wouldn't be visible for anyone, or almost."

"You... you hate tattoos." I just replied, shaking my head.

"I do not hate tattoos, I just never wanted to get one. I didn't see the appeal. And I still don't." he admitted, staring down at me. "But it's your name, and it's you, and I love you. I don't regret it, and I think it's just.. fair."

I pressed my lips together and swallowed hard, tilting my head. "What a guy wouldn't say to get his cock sucked."

"I mean it, Olivia."

I felt my heart jump in my chest and my gaze moved back to the tattoo on his skin. It was not even swollen anymore but even if it was small, I couldn't pretend it didn't make me feel special.

"Seriously, Nee, I can't see my name written near your cock every single time I give you a blowjob!" I chuckled, half-joking.

"Well, get used to it!"

I laughed a bit louder before realizing he was still just as hard despite the whole discussion we just had and quickly, I brought my mouth closer, running my tongue on his length gently and reaching the base before moving it down to his balls. I heard him groan as I sucked on one and when I moved back to the tip of his cock, I looked up only to see his head had fallen back slightly. He was holding himself with both hands on the counter and I just wrapped my lips on his tip to suck on it. His fingers gripped the counter harder and I grabbed his dick in my hand, pushing his skin and running my tongue between it and his tip. One of his legs tensed and he let out a few curse words in a whisper.

"Don't stop petal." he murmured as I kept doing that for a minute or two before taking him completely in my mouth. "Fuck, I want to cum in your mouth so bad."

He pushed his hips in motion with my head movements and just hearing him groan was making me horny. I kept thinking about the last time we fucked in his kitchen and it made me moan low as I was still sucking him hard. I finally moved away to bring my lips back around one of his balls as I kept stroking his cock harder and when he whispered 'I'm gonna cum', I moved back and stuck my tongue out. He looked down at me and I stared back, making sure the tip of his cock was brushing on my tongue as I jerked him off. It only took a few seconds and when a grunt escaped his lips, my heart jumped in my chest. He came on my tongue and lips, some of his cum also ending on one of my cheeks, and it made me realize how much I had missed pleasuring him.

"Jesus Christ." he whispered, his eyes shut tight. I took him in my mouth again, sucking him gently and slowly as I saw his grip loosen on the counter and his eyes open again. His lips curled into a smirk and he licked his lips. "Oh you look so good like that."

He bent down slightly and gathered the cum on my cheek before bringing it to my lips. I sucked on his finger as he stared at me and when he moved his upper body up again, I got closer and my eyes fell on his tattoo again. Slowly, I brushed my thumb on it and without thinking, I pressed my lips on his skin before getting up. He sent me a fond smile and chuckled as he moved his pants up.

"Did you just kiss my tattoo?"

"I did." I whispered, pressing my lips together.

He bent down and kissed me gently, cupping my face and slipping his tongue in my mouth. It always made me smile how he didn't care that I had his cum in my mouth just a few seconds before, and that he would kiss me anyway without even a second of hesitation.

"I haven't had a blowjob like that in..." he stopped himself and raised his eyebrows before chuckling low. "In over a year."

"Was it worth the wait?" I asked with an amused smile as he grimaced.

"Yes, but please don't make me wait an other year for the next one, okay?"

I laughed and shook my head as he moved his hands around my waist.

"You can always ask." I pointed out with a shrug. "Or, you can grab me by the hair and force me down on your cock."

The way he looked at me with lust made my heart skip a beat and he turned us around so I was leaned against the counter. He didn't say anything, he just slipped his hand in my pants and reached between my legs. He took one and held it up on his hip as I felt his fingers slip inside me.

"That made you so wet, fuck i love that." he admitted low, making my eyes flutter. "I love how much it turns you on to please me."

He started finger fucking me quickly, curling his fingers inside me and I used all my strength to keep my eyes open We looked at each other as he rubbed two of his fingertips on my clit and I held my breath as my lips parted.

"You're gonna cum, yea? I can hear how wet you are." he whispered, bringing his lips closer and brushing them against mine. "Cum darling, cum for me."

I felt an orgasm reach me and my whole body tensed as he moved closer to me, pressing his body on mine, one of his hands still holding my leg and the fingers of the other rubbing my clit as I shook against him. He moved his face in my neck and dug his teeth in my skin, making me quiver even more against him. He kept flicking his fingers on my clit slowly and gently as I came down from my high and brought his lips on mine to kiss me again.

"Next time I'm gonna spend an hour between your legs." he whispered. "I promise."

I smiled and tilted my chin. "You better."

We kept hugging and kissing for a while and I thought about the two mugs waiting for us on the counter before groaning. He moved away and frowned as I raised my nose.

"Now coffee's cold and I have bad news for you."

He frowned too and I bent down to grab my shirt and put it back on. I turned to the coffee pot and decided make fresh coffee before emptying our mugs in the sink. When I turned around, Niall was leaning against the counter, his arms crossed over his chest and staring at me.

"I have to go back home and pack." I started, making his lips part. "I have a flight for Italy tonight and nothing's ready. I'll be gone for a few days."

"Italy?"

"Yea we're supposed to cast an Italian girl for season 3 and they asked me to go. We have an interview there too and... well, I'm also going to see Dylan."

His face changed and I held my breath, feeling my heart beating hard against my rib cage as I waited for him to say something, anything, that would tell me how he felt. I could read in his face that he was not pleased but I didn't know if it was anger and pain.

"You know what I realized when Heidi sent me that picture of you in a wedding dress?" he asked, making me frown. "I mean, not at first, I was too shocked by how stunning you looked but after an hour or so, it really hit me. It's not you? The big dress, the flowers, the music and thousands of guests with a big wedding cake and your vows in front of everyone?" he paused as I stared at him. "What happened to eloping to Vegas and getting married by Elvis?"

I licked my lips and sighed, tilting my head on the side.

"It was important for Dylan, to do the big thing in front of both our families, and I wanted to make him happy." I explained with a shrug. "I still don't like big weddings."

"So you're going to spend a few days with him?" he just asked after a while.

I didn't want to tell Niall that I was going there mostly to break up with him because I didn't want him to think I did it for him, and I didn't want him to expect anything after that. I was not ready to be with someone else, not even Niall, but it was something I needed to do. I was doing that for me, because I didn't feel ready, because it was not what I wanted anymore. Of course, Niall was part of the equation, but it made me realize that I was not only scared to jump that step, but also that I didn't want to. I loved Dylan, I really did, but things were different, and I was different too. I was a different person than the one I was when I started dating him. I was even a different person than the one I was when he asked me to marry him. I was not even sure why he even wanted to marry me anyway.

"Probably, but I'll mostly be busy with auditions, and he'll be busy with filming his new movie."

I wanted to add a 'don't worry' but I didn't dare. Niall took a few steps to move closer to me and I moved my chin up to hold his gaze.

"We'll text and call each other while I'll be gone?" I asked, raising my eyebrows.

"I'd love to." he confessed, bending down to kiss my lips. "I'm gonna miss you."

---

The flight was horrible and it was probably the worst 13 hours I had to go through in a long time. I grabbed my luggage after waiting for way too long and just as I was about to leave, I got a notification. I almost decided to ignore it but I stopped near a wall, dropping my bags and checking my phone. I smiled when I saw Niall had sent me a video and when I saw him sitting behind his piano, my heart melted. I hit 'play' and bit my bottom lip, leaning against the wall as I turned the volume up.

"Liv, I know you've only been gone for a few hours but I already miss you. So I thought I'd send you this. I hope you remember."

I heard the first few piano notes and I knew what it was. My lips parted and I knew I was going to cry.

“Looking back through changes Where we started from Don’t know about you but I knew it wasn’t wrong You know I kept a place For you in my mind And I know you did the same 'Cause you’re just that kind.

So if we knew all along Why did it take so long? We’ve known since we were young So why did it take so long? You know you make me feel loved Make me feel like I’m home So if we knew all along Why did it take so long?”

I felt tears run down my cheeks as his voice and the melody brought me back to a bar over 2 years ago, when Niall had told me he loved me through this song. I brought my hand to my mouth and remained motionless as I listened to it.

“Moving on You and I started looking back Now we’ve got to make up For all the wasted time You know I’d never let you just walk on by From the day that I met you I knew you’d be mine, yeah.

So if we knew all along Why did it take so long? We’ve known since we were young Why did it take so long? You know you make me feel loved Make me feel like I’m home So if we knew all along Why did it take so long?”

When the bridge started, I let out a short sob but quickly bit my bottom lip. I couldn't start crying here, in public, right? I couldn't just break into tears here because of one song.

“Just started, it’s just started I’m having trouble believing it’s true Just started, just started Now we got nothing to prove."

The chorus played again but it's only when he stopped and turned to the camera on his phone again that my heart completely melted. I let myself slide on the wall until my butt hit the floor.

"I really just wanted you to remember that. To remember that this is the first song I wrote about how much I love you, but it's not the only one, and I won't ever stop writing songs about my love for you."

He paused and looked down before looking up again.

"I love you. Come back to me."

He moved closer to his phone to stop recording but I just stayed there, looking at the static thumbnail of his video, my vision blurry and my heart swollen. I loved him so much I just wanted to turn around and take an other plane to him.

"Are you okay?"

Quickly, I looked up at the voice and blinked a few times only to nod at the security guard that was frowning at me. I must have looked totally desperate because I was pretty sure it was not the first time he saw someone cry at the airport.

"Do you need me to call you a cab or something?"

I sniffed and wiped my tears before quickly getting up. I knew I looked like a mess. That reflected very well how I felt.

"Uhm, no, thank you. There's supposed to be a car waiting for me."

It took me half an hour to reach my hotel and I unpacked a few things. I had brought the stupid pink bear Niall had won for me and put it on the large bed along with one of my pillows before taking my phone to text Dylan. I could feel my heart thump so hard in my chest I felt like I was about to have a heart attack.

"I'm here, we really need to talk."

---

"You can't be serious."

I blinked a few times, staring at Dylan, as he reached for my hands on my lap and I let him take them and squeeze my fingers. I had decided to go see him at his apartment and I couldn't pretend the sight as I was on the road didn't shock me. The sight from his apartment was even prettier and I took a mental note to visit this country again. Perhaps, with Niall?

"I'm.. so sorry." I replied with a frown, looking down at his hands holding mine.

I suddenly felt insecure about my decision. After all, Dylan and I were happy, right? We had been happy since day one. He was a sweetheart, a gentleman and he was funny, and sensitive. He was laid-back, soft, and he was always there for me. He was the first and only person to break my walls after Niall broke my heart and also, and I hated to say it, he has been extremely important in my therapy process. How could I leave someone who literally put me back together and be in love with someone who completely tore me apart?

"Okay, you don't want to get married anymore, I understand." he pointed out, shaking his head slightly. "It was too soon, maybe, I get it. But we don't have to break up.."

I pressed my lips together and looked up at him, trying not to cry.

"We do, we have to." I let out low so my voice wouldn't break. "I'm not into this fully anymore and I don't think you are either."

"I'm just... busy here. I promise I love you just as much as I did, even more. And I miss you all the time, Olivia." he added, moving closer as I finally let tears fall on my cheeks. "Please don't cry babylove."

I closed my eyes at the nickname he always gave me and swallowed to keep the sobs in without much success. I never thought it would be so tough to actually break-up with him but it was. We had history together, and this relationship with him had been more important than any romantic relationship I ever had before, except the one with Niall's.

"I'm gonna ask for a few days off." he continued. "We can spend time here together and just... love each other again. I'm gonna do anything I can to remind you how happy we are together, I swear."

I looked up in his eyes and took my hands to bring them to his face. I shook my head and breathed in before licking my lips.

"You deserve so much better, Dyl." I admitted low even if saying those words hurt like hell. "You deserve so much better than a girl who can't be 100% with you."

His eyes roamed quickly on me and I saw him tear up.

"It's because of him, isn’t it? You're breaking up with me to be with Niall."

"No!" I closed my eyes, trying to keep my voice down. "That's not why I'm breaking up with you, Dylan I just... I can't do this anymore. I don't have a good reason for this. And I know that no matter what happens, I will be the bad guy in your story, and I think it's true. Maybe I'm the mistake you'll always regret, and maybe I'm the toxic girl you'll have fallen for. I'm so sorry to have that role in your life. That's not the part I expected to play, I promise."

"This is not a movie, Olivia." he let out a bit louder. "These are my feelings, they're real! This is my life, our life. Please, don't ruin this."

I felt my heart jump so high in my chest I was going to puke. Didn't I ask Niall the exact same thing when he broke up with me over a year ago? I brought my hands to wipe my own tears and sniffed before swallowing hard. I had to leave. I had to stop this torture, for both of us. I finally got up and he didn't stop me.

"I love you, you know." he just added as I was grabbing my purse. "Don't you love me anymore?"

"I do." I just said, turning to look at him. "That's not the problem, Dyl. And It's no one's fault."

I waited in front of the door and sight.

"Don't worry, I'll find the best Italian girl for the show. You concentrate on your movie, okay?"

"I don't give a fuck about this show anymore. Or that movie, for that matter."

I felt something twist in my chest and breathed in before sighing.

"Yea, me either."

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Ghost - Pedro Pascal x Reader, part 2

A/N: I finally, finally finished this. Wuhu! Part two of the Ghost series (that is turning into a three piece) is here for your entertainment. The musical mentioned later on is called Six and I am referring to the character of Katherine Howard, in case anyone is interested. I tried not to let the musical-nerd take over but I don’t know if that worked. I also wrote a bit about The Mandalorian and will just assume everyone who likes Pedro has already seen that, haha.

Word count: 3,729

Paaring: Pedro Pascal x musical!Reader

Trigger Warning: anxiety, age gap hinted, someone cried a bit

part one

“If there's anything left I can do to convince myself it could be true it's up to me, to suspend my disbeliefs.” - Suspend my disbeliefs, the Ghost cast album

You were nervous. More than that. Your confidence had gone missing two days ago and you started asking yourself why you had even accepted the role in the first place. You were portraying Molly. Molly. The female leading role of a musical based on a movie that everyone had seen. What made you think that it was a good idea in the first place?

Of course you and Oscar, who was playing Sam, had been practising for weeks but the premiere was only two days away. Two day. You had been staring at the script in front of you for ten minutes now. What was the line? This morning, when you had done your first run through you had remembered it but now it was gone – erased from your memory and you couldn't stop asking yourself how you were suppose to remember anything once you were on stage. No, you thought to yourself. Now was not the right time to panic. You just had to go through the whole scene and the line would come to you. Okay, breath. What was the scene?

Molly and Karl were sitting in a restaurant, talking about how she had information about Sam's murder. Sam, as a ghost, was standing beside them. While she was trying to convince Karl to believe what the fortune-teller had said. Suspend My Disbelieves was playing in the background. Molly was telling him the things the psychist had told her – the photo they took in an empty bus, the starfish in Montego Bay – and that Sam knew who killed him. Karl protests and Molly tells him, that she had a name and address and that Sam wants her to go to the police. “The police? Jesus, Molly,” says Karl. “What are you gonna tell them?” Sam talks in the background and Molly-... What does Molly say? Fuck.

It was gone. The line was gone, fucking vanished. You would never be able to do the whole show even though that was what you started with. Acting in a movie was so different to performing in a musical. When shooting a movie you had multiple takes to get a scene right – sometime you would even go back at a later point and rework it, when the writers changed a dialogue or something just wasn't right about it. But when you were doing a musical you normally only had about a month of rehearsals with the cast, before that you learned the songs on your own and had your vocals prepared for the assemble to join you. And then you rehearsed. And rehearsed and rehearsed. But there was no rewind once the show started. No one was gonna yell “Cut!” and ask you to do it again. The audience was right in front of you and they expected nothing less than you doing your job without any mistakes.

Musicals had always been your passion. You had been in music-focused classes in school giving you two extra music lessons a week and joined the school's choir as soon as you were allowed to. You had been taking dancing classes since you were a child. Playing theatre in the long summer holidays and visiting theatre camps. You had been growing up wanting to be a musical actress and your dream had become true when you joined a West End production in London. Your first role was in the assemble, the next was a side character and the next a main. People saw you had potential and they never regretted giving you a chance. Then you had the offer to play the female leading role in a teen-romance movie – before that you had never through about filming movies but you gave it a try and hell. It felt like a dream when they called you to tell you, that the statistics had been going through the roof. From one day to another your life changed completely. That was when you stopped playing theatre and musicals. You moved to California, after you had been offered a role in a promising movie series and then got the part in The Mandalorian. And met Pedro.

You grew up with Star Wars. Your whole childhood had been Star Wars themed – from birthday parties to the prequels in cinema to The Clone Wars series to reading literally every book out there. If there was anything you loved as much as you loved musicals it was Star Wars. You remembered your dad calling you “Padawan” when you were building birdhouses when you were ten years old. You remember presenting a Star Wars book in school. You even did your final oral exam in Spanish about Star Wars just because it was the only thing you could possible focus on other than musicals. So when you had the chance to be part of that universe you took it. Nothing could have kept you from doing it. You knew you would accept it before you even knew what the part would exactly be. When you met John and Dave – who were producing and writing The Mandalorian – you were shaking. You were so nervous that you felt like you were about to shit your pants at any minute, you chugged a whole glass of water during the meeting and just couldn't stop shaking. That's how excited you were. And it didn't get better when they told you about what they had planned for your character.

Aurine Jaxx – your character – was set to become something like the girlfriend to Din Djarin. Not really a girlfriend, because his life and story line was focused about The Child but you were introduced to show even more how much he struggled in between being a Mandalorian warrior and wanting to retire and just be human. You loved Pedro Pascal and how he portrayed Din. Of course you had seen the first season of the show. That scene in the last episode when the droid took his helmet off? Those were the only two minutes when your saw his face all season but the acting in this was fabulous. Messed up hair, trembling lips, shiny eyes – you were able to see how afraid of dying he was, even though it was something he had been confronted with every day of his life since he was a child. You were over the moon to be able to work with him.

Din met the fiance of Aurine in a dubious bar. He asked him to return his soon-to-be wife to him after she had ran away. Din, in need of a job after breaking with the guild, accepted and met her. But soon he found out that she was running from him, not because she was afraid to commit to a life with him, but because he was mistreating her, cheating on her and even threatening to physically hurt her. So Din took her with him instead of bringing her back to the fiance and she stayed. They grew closer and closer and he started trusting her more than anyone.

The scene you were the most nervous for was kissing him. Of course acting with someone who wore a helmet all the time wasn't easy but the kissing scene was way harder. It was set to be at night-time, The Child sleeping in the ship while Din and Aurine sat outside by a small campfire in the middle of nowhere. You had to close your eyes and he placed his hand above them just to be sure you wouldn't be able to look. You remember his hands being cold, contrasting the warm breath in your skin. His lips ghosted over yours, before he kissed you. He was so gentle and shy about it, while you moved a hand into his hair and pulled him closer. Soft lips on yours while his fingers painted feather-light touches on your cheek. Watching the scene back was sending shivers down your spine. Kissing Pedro Pascal wasn't something you ever thought you would. He was such a talented actor that you were almost sure he wasn't acting in that scene, that he had really been nervous to kiss you. Maybe you were hoping for it. But obviously that wasn't the case. He was a brilliant actor.

And now you were here. Back at playing musicals, what you had started with, and you never felt so insecure in your whole life. Confidence was the key to a good stage presence and you had lost it all. So when you got a text from Pedro you basically lost it. All he sent was “How are you doing? Haven't heard from you all day.” but it made you tear up immediately. Without sparing a second thought you asked him, if he wanted to come over because you were about to freak out. “Be there in 15.”

Pedro had a talent for calming your nerves – he had proven that a few times during your time together at press-tour for The Mandalorian. Interviews made you nervous especially if they were live or in front of a huge audience. You were always afraid you might say something the fans wouldn't be pleased with or even accidentally spoiling the show. He made sure you drank enough throughout the day, got enough rest, and always had some sweets for you before an interview to push your blood sugar and stop your hands from shaking. His touch was calming and comforting but made your heart race at the same time. In a good way. Saying, you didn't like being close to him, would be lying. He held your hand at crowded places, had an arm over the backrest of your seat during interviews and sometimes even cuddled with you in cold planes. You have had a few movie nights over the weeks you have been touring, because the hype for the second season was enormous, and they always ended the same: Watching maybe half of the movie before one of you fell asleep. You have been falling asleep on his shoulder and woken up to the beat of his heart.

So it was no surprise to you, that he showed up at your door with a bar of chocolate and two beer. “Do you think alcohol is the thing I need right now?”

“Alcohol calms one's nerves,” he answered with a smile, handing you the beer and the chocolate, after you had let him inside. “You said you were freaking out and I guessed it was because of the premiere, so I brought you something to help you calm a bit.”

“But alcohol is not the best thing for your voice.”

“It is not?”

“Not for your singing voice,” you confirmed, dropping onto the sofa. You put your head back and closed your eyes. You shouldn't be bitching around – you had asked him to come over. “Sorry, I am just stressed. I keep forgetting that one line I have right before the break and the thought that that might happen on stage, in front of the audience, scares me.”

Pedro sat down beside you, gaze wandering over you. “I get that but you are gonna be okay. You are a great actress and do musicals just as well.”

“You have never seen me perform a musical.”

“Internet,” he admitted, causing you to open your eyes and tilting your head into his direction. “Don't look at me like that, you have watched my former projects too. You have basically seen me naked.”

“Well, that's because your projects were big and highly advertised – unlike the small musicals I took part in. You can only watch them because of illegal uploads on YouTube.” Oh, some of those YouTube videos had the potential to drive him mad.

The musical you had gotten a leading role in was about girl power and women realizing, that they should work together and hype each other instead of comparing one another. He loved that message, really, but what he loved more was you. And that little of a costume you were wearing. You were basically in nothing more than tights, a bodysuit and a see-through skirt on stage. Maybe it was fate that no videos of your solo song were online – the song was rather sexy and Pedro didn't know if he would have been able to handle seeing you in that costume, singing about men wanting you.

“I like to do my research on the people I work with.”

You couldn't fight the smile forming on your lips. “I should have done a deep dive into my brain before I accepted the role. Seriously, I don't think I can do it. I might just pass out right before the curtain opens.”

“You will do great,” he assured you.

“I won't.” You got up to get a bottle opener from your kitchen. “I can't even remember that one line.”

“Let me help.” You sat back down, handed Pedro the opener after you had opened you own beer and took a sip. “Which scene are we talking about?” He had the script in his hands already. Oscar and you had him over for practise a few times, so he knew most of the scenes you shared.

“The one where Molly first tells Karl that Sam had been murdered. I know that Sam says something like “Jesus, Molly, what are you gonna tell them?” and then I am suppose to say something but I can't remember it at all. I have been going through the scene a million times now – talking it through, acting through it, but nothing helps.”

“No wonder you don't remember what you are suppose to say.” He laughed quietly and you really didn't know what on earth was funny about that. “You are singing.”

“I am-” All of a sudden the line was back in your head as if it had never been gone. Of course! “Suspend my disbelieves.” Pedro nodded. “Oh, thank god, I am not going crazy!”

“You are gonna have the music on stage that will remind you, that you have to sing – don't worry.”

“That is the problem, you know? I used to not be this worried when it came to musicals. I used to be so confident in what I am doing but it is all gone now. When did that happen?”

“You just haven't performed in front of an audience for a long time. That happens to me too when I go back from cinema and TV to theatre.” You had almost forgotten about that. On one hand you would love to see him in a play, but that would mean he would stay in his home in New York, while you were Los Angeles based right now. You didn't even think about the possibility about him moving back to the opposite side of the country once all deals and meetings for his next projects were done. He had stayed in his LA apartment ever since you met him, except for the time between Christmas and the new year. How were you suppose to survive here without him? “Do you want to sing one of the songs? Music always seems to calms you.”

The question hit you out of the blue but he was right. You had a playlist full of songs that soothed you and you had used it more than once since the rehearsals had started. “Y-yeahr,” you answered, nodded, and moved over to your piano. “Can I sing a sad song?”

“You mean Without You? I haven't heard you sing that one yet.” Of course he had listened to the original cast record. Why haven't you thought about that? Yes, he had heard some songs of the production you were working on, but mainly the ones you shared with Oscar. And there wouldn't be an album for your cast.

“Okay, I will try to do that.”

“You will be great.” His words made your heart skip a beat. How was he able to smooth you with such a simple sentence?

“But you gotta stay behind me – I don't like seeing people stare at me when I sing.”

“Says you, the musical actress?” He had to hold back a laugh.

“Performing on stage in front of an audience of hundreds is something else than performing for one person in my living room.”

“Okay, I'll give you that. Go ahead.” Pedro moved to stand behind you, the beer still in his hand. You sat everything up and took a deep breath before you started the song. It was probably the most emotional moment of the whole show, besides the final. Molly was mourning Sam with that song, expressing the pain of losing him and how she tried to deal with it. Performing it in the play was hard, because you were on the edge of crying for real most of the times. Of course you had lost people close to you in your young life already, but part of the song also reminded you of Pedro and how hopeless your love for him was. He probably saw himself as a mentor of your, I not even a father figure. But you couldn't stop seeing him in front of your inner eyes among the line “Every place I wanna be, I wanna see you there.” You wanted him by your side. You wanted him to be your date for the premiere and the after show party. You didn't want him to go back to New York, you wanted him to stay with you in LA. You wanted him to hold you when times were as stressful as they were right now. You wanted him to kiss you, to wrap his arms around you and to tell you, that no matter what happened, he would be by your side. And you wanted him to mean it. To feel the same. To love you. God, you wished he would love you.

By the end of the song your heart was aching. It was hurting and you were glad, that he didn't say a word for a minute. You could just pretend that you were in your role and he would understand that the song made you sad, because it made Molly sad. But just as you were about to crack a lame joke about it, you heard a sniff. And it didn't come from you. “Are you-” You turned around to see Pedro having his back turned to you, arms crossed in front of his chest. “Are you crying?”

“No.” His voice was shaking. Slowly he turned back facing you, lips curled to a small smile. “Absolutely not.” His eyes were a little red and shiny. He was crying.

“Oh god, I am sorry.” You stood up and went to hug him.

“Just proves what a great actress you are.” He returned it. You closed your eyes, leaned your head against him and took a quiet but deep breath. Was it selfish? Maybe. But perhaps you needed the comfort just as much as he did. Just in a different way. Feeling his warm body against your own. His hair tickled your ear. God, he smelled good. Something you had always liked about him. You couldn't define it, but it was good. Everything about him was good. And you regretted nothing more, than that you had never asked him out, never had made a move on him.

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