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asimpforthe80s · 4 months

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Happy Late Valentines

Starring: Eddie Munson x Reader

Warnings: slight angst. Smut!! Cunnulingus. P in V (unprotected). Breeding kink? Daddy kink?

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Valentines Day. A day Eddie had despised for years. He never got anything, which is obvious knowing what his most known title is in the town. But you, on the other hand. You were quite popular despite hanging out with Eddie 'the freak' Munson, almost daily.

It was conveniently HellFire night on Valentines, and right before the campaign started, you were all showing off everything you had gotten. Everything from cards to chocolates.

Everyone was smiling and showing off expet the man himself, sitting on his throne almost frowning.

"So, what'd you get, Eddie?" You giggled, not noticing how saddened and frustrated he looked. "What do you think?!" He scowled, arms crossed on his chest.

"I didn't get shit. I'm just sitting my ass here, like always watching you get everything."

He said, leaning back in his throne and looking at you a bit, expecting sympathy. Everyone went silent, and as he expected, you looked at him with sympathy and shame. Ashamed of how you had shown off your cards and chocolates.

"God damn. I hate this stupid day." He muttered, turning his head to the other side, feeling pretty upset.

He didn't talk again for a bit, just sitting with a cold stare at the wall. "Sorry, Eddie.." you muttered. Dustin swallowed and decided to say something. "Should we get on with the campaign now?" He asked.

"Yeah-yeah- sure. We have nothing else to do, anyways." He said, sounding a bit annoyed with himself.

"God, sorry. Yeah. We should start. We got a lot to do today. Just- nevermind. I'm okay. Let's just do this campaign."

The eight of you nodded and waited for Eddie to start the new D&D campaign he had praised himself for the entire week. Eddie took a deep breath and looked at all of you, nodding.

"So, everyone's ready? All here?"

He asked, sounding enthusiastic, a way to distract himself from Valentines Day. "Yeah." You said, after counting all of Eddie's so-called 'sheep'.

"Okay, cool, cool. So." He rubbed his hands together, a large grin on his face, though his mood from before still kind of lingered.

"As you finally got out from the cave, you were all standing in a green field-..."

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You were up all night crafting something for Eddie. It had to be good. It had to be perfect. You told yourself as you sat up by your desk gluing and painting.

You made a homemade heart-shaped box and painted the logo for HellFire in the middle of it. Then, filled it with chocolates and a small jar. Inside the jar there were small, midevial looking letters where you had written all the things you like about him. After hours of painting and writing, you put the last thing inside the box. A love letter.

All the while, you'd have a big smile on your face thinking of how happy Eddie will be. You were sure that he'd love your present, who knows? Maybe he might finally look at you as more than a friend. You couldn't wait to give it to him. You thought he'd probably appreciate some sweet gesture like that in the morning.

After a few more last touches, you called it done. You sat the box on your nightstand so you knew you wouldn't forget it tomorrow morning.

After a little bit of insomnia, you finally fell asleep, excited for the next morning, and finally getting to give Eddie the present you've worked on for hours.

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You wake up with the biggest smile on your face, remembering the present right away. You quickly get dressed, wanting to go and hand him the box as soon as possible.

You grab some breakfast on the way, hoping you get to him fast enough. You barely finished eating before rushing out to your car and driving across the town to get to Eddie's trailer. When you got there and knocked on the door, your anxiety kicked in. What if he didn't like the box? What if he thought you did it because no one else did? What if he didn't like you like that?

Those thoughts and more kept rushing through your head, heart beating fast in anticipation for what might happen.

After a while, you heard some shuffling through the trailer. The door opened after a bit, and Eddie stood on the other side. He looked exhausted. You hadn't even thought about how early it was. All the thoughts disappeared from your head, however, as the look on his face turned to surprise as he saw you.

"Hey, Eddie.." You chuckled nervously, holding the box out to him. He looked down at the box curiously. A smile then crept onto his face and he took it from you.

"For me?" He said, a bit curious and surprised. "For- for you, yeah.." you said nervously, scared of how he'd react to your love letter. "Thank you." He said a bit stunned, and then he looked down at the box again before back at you.

"It's early, um, mind if I open it later?" He said, looking tired and a little bit out of it still.

Your heart ached with anxiety and slight pain. "Y-yeah, sure." You mumbled. "Thanks." He said before yawning wide, and his eyes began to flutter shut.

After a quick goodbye, he closed the door, leaving you to walk to your car and drive home upset. A small bit of hope still lingering, hoping that he'll actually look at it later. But Eddie was forgetful when it came to things like this. You probably wasted an entire night on making that box just for Eddie to never open it.

When it got to evening, that last bit of hope that he'd open the box began to disappear. You felt bad that you wasted all that time on it, wishing that he would actually look at it. But he didn't, and he probably didn't care much anyway.

You sighed and decided to call him.The phone rang a bit before Eddie picked up.

"Hey, what's up?" He asked after you said hello. "I know you've forgotten and this is kinda fucking important, so go open that box I gave you.. if you get surprised or something, live with that, I've got too much anxiety right now to deal with that." You said before hurriedly hanging up.

Eddie looked down at his phone, quite surprised at your sudden aggression. He didn't expect that at all.

Feeling a but hesitant, he walked into his room and over to the nightstand. He picked up the box and looked over at it for a moment before he finally opened it, careful and slow, expecting what the surprise might be.

He stared at the contents of the box as his eyes widened and he froze, not really sure what to feel.

The love letter, the chocolates, and the little surprises caught him by surprise, and he didn't really know what to do in the moment.

Feeling a bit overwhelmed by everything, he took a deep breath and closed the box, stilThe emotions just hit him like a truck.

He suddenly looked overwhelmed by everything, all the things you went through just for him.

Eddie just stood frozen, thinking at how much you really do love him, even with all the crap he puts you through.

As tears welled up in his eyes, a feeling of guilt washed over him. He couldn't believe that you had gone this far for someone like him, for him.

Eddie couldn't hold back, and the tears began to fall. The sudden rush of realization that you truly love him hit him hard, and he just bawled his eyes out, unable to control the emotions.

In that moment of weakness as he cried into his hands, he couldn't help but wonder, "Why me?"

After a bit, Eddie managed to calm himself. He still had tears on his face as he wiped with them with his sleeve.

Finally, he pulled himself together and looked at the open box again.

He picked up the jar and pulled out the love letter to finally read it.The love letter really struck him in the heart.

He could actually feel that love pouring out of it, like there was nothing else on earth that mattered more than you felt for him.

Eddie felt his eyes well up yet again, it was a bit embarrassing.

"To: Eddie.

For once in my life, I don’t have to try to be happy. When I’m with you, it just happens. Your Lips? I kiss that. Your body? I hug that. My smile? You cause that. Your heart? I want that. In a sea of people, my eyes will always be searching for you. I’m so confused. I don’t know what to do. All I know is I wanna be with you. You make me smile whenever you're around. I could just sit and watch you without making a sound. I could talk to you for hours about nothing at all. You make me feel so comfortable into your arms, I wish I could crawl. I miss you when you’re gone. I miss you when you’re near. If we are together, we will have nothing to fear. So I guess I’m finally telling you I’m being real and true. Not only do I like you, I’m completely head over heels in love with you."

The love letter just overwhelmed him more and more.

He couldn't believe that after all this time thinking he was just a freak and that no one could like him, that this was his reality.

He could hardly hold back his tears of joy as he read the entire thing.

"God damn, this is it. She finally said it. She really likes me." He thought, happy tears flowing down his cheeks. As he finished the letter, he finally looked at all the contents in the box, his emotions still overflowing.

"Damn..." He muttered to himself, just overwhelmed with joy now that he really knew how she felt. He really couldn't believe that she could like him like this, he almost felt like he didn't deserve it.

His tears of joy started to dry up and he wiped all the tears with his sleeve, finally starting to calm down as he looked at the box again.

"She really went through all this for me..." He thought to himself, staring at the jar and the chocolates. He looked back over at the love letter again, feeling his heart flutter.

This was the happiest he felt in so long.

Finally, after this long time, someone really likes him.

"And- and here I thought being a freak, I'd just be alone for the rest of my life... She really... She really likes me..." He whispered to himself, smiling wide and his heart beating so fast. He set the box down and leaned against the nightstand and just took a moment to breathe.

This was the best he'd felt in years. Someone really liked him! What a feeling! He never thought that would happen, he really didn't think he was good enough for that.

But now, things seemed possible... The feeling was so overwhelming for him, he couldn't think straight. All these emotions just rushed the moment he saw the letter.

He felt like crying all over again, but he didn't wanna cry anymore.

He grabbed his phone, thinking about finally texting you and telling you all the things you mean to him. Just to thank you, or at least try. As he finally opened the text box and typed up the message, he stared at the screen.

He didn't know how to fully put it into words, but he had to try right?

He typed up the message slowly and sent it off to you.

He set the phone down and waited in anticipation to see how you'd react once you got it. After just a few minutes, his phone started ringing.

"Hm?" He said, looking at his phone.

He picked it up and checked the caller id, noticing it was you.

"Hey, um, what's up?" He said, his heart beating fast all over again, nervous of how you'd react. "Hey.. so, uh... my gift wasn't a bad idea, huh?" You chuckled nervously.

"Bad idea?" His voice sounded shocked for a moment as he laughed lightly too.

"It's literally the best thing I've ever received in my life." He said, truly meaning it.

"There's just so much to say to you, I don't even think you will fully understand just how much you mean to me." He added, still looking at the texts he sent you.

"Can I come over?" You asked nervously. In your head, you'd go to his place, and you'd cuddle all night while watching movies on the thick TV in his living room.

Eddie went silent for a moment, thinking about everything and what you asked.

He took a deep breath, thinking, "Oh God, oh God, OH GOD! She wants to come over! What do I do?!"

"Uhm... Yeah, I..." He stuttered, not sure how to finish his sentence. "Thanks." You giggled and hung up once more, immediately putting on some comfy but pretty clothes and rushing to your car, again.

Eddie quickly sat there in his bed staring at the phone, processing everything.

"Oh god, she's coming over. She- she wants to come over! Oh God, oh God!!"

He got himself out of the bed quickly, frantically putting on some clothes to look presentable when she gets here. He took some breath mints and sprayed himself with cologne a few times.

"Oh god, what should I do when she gets here?! How do I act?" He paced around the room now, just waiting nervously for her. He would check his phone every few seconds, thinking about her on the way over and how he's going to act when she gets here.

"Should I be calm? Should I be excited? What does one even do in this situation!? What do I talk about? I have to be so goddamn careful." He berated himself as he paced around the room, his anxiety kicking in.

He took yet another deep breath, checking the time. She should be here soon. He was sweating profusely now from his nervousness, and he was getting annoyed with himself.

Okay, Eddie. Calm, calm, calm...

After a few minutes, the doorbell rang.

He froze immediately from his pacing, thinking of nothing but the fact she was actually here.

He walked to the door and opened it with shaky hands and a big smile.

"Hey, uhm, h-hi." He said, not sure how to handle this, but he was glad you were actually here. "Hi.." you answered, just as nervous. His heart was racing, not knowing what to say. Should he invite you in, or should he just talk to you here?

"W-wanna come inside?" He asked, not wanting to sound rude by not inviting you in.

"Y-yeah.." you chuckled and stepped inside. Eddie immediately shut the door behind you.

"Oh um- follow me." He said as he began to walk towards the living room, letting you follow. She was actually here, and the thought is still a bit surreal to him. You followed him, sitting down very close to him.

"So- uhm, I just wanted to say..." His voice was shaky, it felt like he didn't have full control over the things he wanted to say to you.

"Thank you, for everything. For coming here and... And liking me like this, and for actually being here." He stuttered, feeling his emotions getting the better of him. You built up some confidence and decided that this was enough awkwardness. So you kissed him.

The kiss took him completely off guard and he froze with wide eyes for a second, but he quickly relaxed when the kiss continued.

His breath caught, and he held his hands to the side of you, gently caressing the back of your neck.

He was still very much surprised, but he couldn't resist your lips. You smiled against his lips. But the way his hands were moving over you made you feel sensitive to his touch. His hands began to move up and down your back. He couldn't help but caress your body as his lips stayed tightly pressed to yours. The kiss lasted long enough that he could really get lost in the emotion, and the feeling that someone really liked him like this was almost unreal to him.

When you pulled away, there was a string of saliva connecting you and heavy breaths filling the room. His breath was shaky and his face red from the kiss.

"That was..." He said softly, but he didn't finish the sentence.

He leaned back a bit and stared into your eyes, not breaking eye contact. And then he leaned forward again a bit for another kiss. Your eyes fluttered shut as he kissed you again. You moaned softly against his lips as they connected once more. His lips pressed to yours with a bit more force as he moved forward into you.

His hands moved to your waist now as he pulled you in closer. His breathing got heavy, and he kept kissing you as he took over.

You laid down against the sofa, and Eddie followed. Putting almost all his weight on you as he kept your lips on his. He did lay his entire weight onto you as he kissed you, you being pinned beneath him as he couldn't stop. The kiss felt like it went on forever, but he still wanted more.

His lips and his tongue moved in unison with each other, the heat rising between the two of you as his hands moved back to your neck.

You moaned softly against his lips as the intensity of the kiss grew. Your clothes were on the floor within just five minutes of making out.

Eddie leaned down and pressed a few kisses to your neck, causing you to shudder and let out a delightful purr. One that stirs not just the pit of his guts but in his boxers, too.

He presses two more kisses to your neck, open-mouthed, wet, and claiming he sucks hickeys into two sensitive spots. The hickeys made your eyes slightly roll back, and you let out not only another purr but a gasp of his name.

He has a feeling he knows what you want, but he's not ready to give it to you yet.

He moves from your neck, trilingual kisses down your right shoulder, tongue lathing against your skin before peppering more kisses. Kisses in paths down your brests until it's time to give both of them individual attention. A tweak of a nipple to the right one, a scrape of the teeth to the left one. He loves the way you respond. The way you gasp and moan his name like a chant.

Eddie continues his path downwards with one last kiss against each of your tits. His path leaves you breathless.

You grow inpatient as he takes his time, pressing kisses down your stomach and to the place you need him the most. "Eddie," you whispered. Voice full of need.

"What's the word, sweetheart? You know what to say if you want it.." Eddie groaned.

You sigh and bite your bottom lip gently. You don't want to give in to him so easily. Your eyes meet his brown ones, and you breathe out the one word he wants to hear. "Please."

The word "please" sent him over the edge.

Every muscle in his body was tense and his breath was still shaken. The sound of that single word was enough to make him lose the last bit of composure he had.

He looked down at you, his eyes full of desire and want for all of you. Eddie dipped down to your soaking cunt, first gathering your slick on his fingers and sucking them clean. Then he started eating you out like a starved man. His tongue lapping up all your slick and swirling your sensitive bud. You had heard that Eddie was good at this, but not that he had sex skills of a God.

You moaned and writhed under him, eyes rolled back and mouth slightly agape. Gasping, whimpering, and moaning as he ate you out. His tongue dipped into your entrance and started lapping up everything he could get to before pulling out and pushing two fingers inside instead.

As his fingers pumped in and out of your cunt, he sucked and toyed with your clit until you were gasping that you were gonna cum. "That's it.. fucking soak my face, baby." Eddie groaned and went back to sucking your bud.

Doing exactly as he said, you came all over his face with a breathless moan. He pulled his fingers out and sucked off your nectar like it was a necessity.

Eddie ridded himself of his boxers. Saying he was big was an understatement. He was *huge*. The biggest you'd seen.

He inspected your pussy for just a few seconds before deciding to gently slide into you. Bottoming out with a groan.

"This what you wanted, princess?" He grabbed your jaw and squeezed slightly. "Already too fucked out to answer? That's okay, I got you."

You barely nodded as he dipped his head down and caught one of your nipples in your mouth, biting a little harshly on the bud. "Ngh, Eddie.." Arching your back, pushing your chest further into his face, he pulled off with a pop.

"What, too much?" He said in a mocking tone. "Jus' want you.." Your hands grabbed at his chest and shoulders. "But I'm right here, sweetheart?" He looked confused.

You shook your head and wrapped your legs around his waist, pushing him impossibly deeper into your cunt. "Fuck.. just need me, hm? I can do that.."

He began to roll his hips, your pussy sucking him in with each push. His face hovered over yours, studying your pinched brows and puffy, kiss bitten lips parting softly. He kissed your cheek and then the other. Any other teasing comments died on his tongue once his eyes roved over you, halting his movements momentarily so he could speak clearly. "Love you, sweets."

You smiled at that. “I love you too, Eds.” You giggled as he held your cheek and began peppering kisses across your face. “Valentine's day got you all mushy, huh baby?” Eddie grinned and kept his hips moving ever so slightly. "Mmmh.. guess so.." you muttered.

He started picking up his thrusts, hitting that perfect spot inside you every time, making both of you moan out. "You close, baby? You gonna cum f'me?" He asked with a few grunts.

“More…” you whined out.“Oh, now she wants more.” He chuckled, gaze turning a little more dark as he said it. “Mmhmmm… need more.” You choked out as he moved out of you just for a moment to get a better angle.

He quickly sat up, pushing both of your knees to your chest, his thick cock pushed back into your tight cunt. In one swift motion, giving you no time to think. “That's it… mmm… she's gripping now. C’mon baby. Soak my cock.”

With the new angle, he set a brutal pace, as broken moans rang out with the sounds of your soaked pussy being pounded into oblivion. He reached up, placing his thumb between your lips, as you quickly sucked it into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the digit. "That's it.. get it nice 'n wet for Daddy." He groaned.

“Be a good girl. Come for daddy and I'll fill this pussy full. Let everyone know you let the freak wreck your tight little cunt.” He growled into your ear.

You hummed as he brought his thumb down to your clit. Immediately pushing harsh circles to your swollen nub.

“Oh fuck, Eddie!” His words straight to your aching core.Your orgasm hits with a blinding force, those fireworks burst behind your eyes as your pussy strangles his cock.

He lets out a low growl as his balls tighten for his impending release. His cock twitches as it paints your walls with thick, white ropes.

He put your legs down and laid his full weight on top of you once more. The both of you were catching your breath as you laid there in awe of what had just happened.

"Happy late Valentine's.." you breathed, stroking his long, brown curls.

"Happy late Valentine's Day..." He smiled at you, looking at you from his head laying on your chest, feeling the heat in his face fade just a little bit and his breathing finally slowing down.

He felt his muscles relax as he lay his ear on your chest, his hand moving down to touch your thigh. He finally felt happy that he could be like this with you now.

"I love you." He said softly, his hand moving closer to your hips, but you never really felt it as you were still laying there after the intense session you just had.

"Love you too.." you said, kissing his cheek. He smiled, his eyes closed now as he felt his body relax.

He thought to himself for a moment, now the feeling of happiness and love kicking in with the dopamine running in his brain.

He sighed happily and nuzzled a bit into your chest, the feeling of just laying here with you was more than enough to make him feel content and loved.

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jadeylovesmarvelxo · 9 months

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His Princess 👑 🎲

You're Eddie's princess. Some people have a hard time accepting this. Eddie puts the douchebag in his place ❤️

Warnings: Jealous Eddie.

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If Eddie had to listen to this douchebag flirt with you one more time, he was going to blow.

Everyone knew you were his, granted it was more of an unspoken rule but it was well known to everyone in Hawkins High.

Then Richie the Prick, comes along and decides to test Eddie's patience. He can't blame the guy for flirting with you, you're beautiful, a goddess, Eddie's princess.

But it still doesn't stop Eddie from having the urge to rearrange Richie's teeth.

Richie was under the impression that you were Eddie's princess only in the campaigns, that you were fair game otherwise.

Most of Hellfire seemed to warn him, well except Erica who thought he was a dumbass and was looking forward to Eddie chewing him out.

Richie was finding it increasingly hard to get any time with you at all, not without Eddie glaring daggers of him, you were pretty closed off too, friendly but not giving away anything.

"So, what's Eddie's deal?" he asks Dustin and Gareth one evening, he's grown frustrated at his lack of success with you.

Eddie just sits smug as anything with you beside him, Gareth rolls his eyes at Richie's questions.

"Give it up dude, she's not interested. She's Eddie's" Richie frowns.

"You're shitting me with this bullshit right, this is just a game, she's not his princess or whatever shit he says"

Dustin laughs half heartedly, looking nervously at Eddie who hears this and his eyes narrow.

"Oh, dude. It's like you want to die or something don't you?" Dustin shakes his head wearily and hopes to god that nothing else comes of this.

He knows that it won't be long before Eddie's temper blows because of this...

Shit they warned Richie enough, maybe he really was just a dumbass. Dustin's watches the game closely and when Richie's character dies quite brutally, it's like an I told you so moment.

Eddie's smirk says it all.

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There's a knock on Eddie's door and this pisses him off, he was in the middle of something very important and he's not happy about being interrupted.

His irratation grows when he sees it's Richie who's interuped him.

"Do you mind asshole? I was in the middle of dessert?" he huffs and Richie rolls his eyes as he takes in a half dressed Eddie.

"Dude, I came here to call you out on your shit, you killed my character off! All because I flirt with" your girl" who I highly doubt is yours by the way"

Eddie loses patience by this time, draws himself to full height, towers over Richie who visibly pales.

"Let's get one thing straight. You're some rich, preppy runt who thinks he has a shot with my girl. Spoiler alert dick, you don't" Richie the prick snorts.

"Well, we will see about that Munson. You're talking shi... Richie cuts off as you come out of Eddie's bedroom.

His sheet is wrapped around you half hazardly, your lips are all kiss bitten, little love bites litter your chest and you're pouty.

"Eddie, baby. I'm cold and lonely. Come back" Richie's mouth drops and he gapes between you and Eddie.

"I'm coming sweetheart. Give me one minute okay princess?"you nod and with a smirk hold up the handcuffs.

"Okay, can't wait to use these again" You wink and head back to bed and he turn to Richie with a triumphant and cocky as shit smile.

"See? She's my princess. Just like I said. Mine. Fuck off before I get really mad" Richie rushes away with his tale between his legs and Eddie slams the door shut.

Asshole. He heads into his room and finds himself softening as soon as his eyes meet yours.

"Hi princess, he's gone now" he assures you and he strokes your cheek. You peer up at him and there's a cheeky grin on your face.

"I await instructions... Dungeon Master" You tack on at the end much to his amusement and he kisses you.

"Well, I was enjoying being between your thighs princess" you giggle as he spreads your legs wide and buries his head between your thighs.

Richie soon ends up long forgotten.

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wheels-of-despair · 6 months

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The Family Holiday Pairing: Eddie Munson x You Summary: It's December of 1985, and Evil Woman is ready to spend her first real Christmas with Eddie… why is he being weird about it? Contains: Christmas stuff, insecurity, love, a meaningful gesture, tears, being hopelessly devoted to Eddie Munson, a happy ending. Words: 1.6k

"We're putting the tree up and decorating tonight. Probably end up drinking some hot chocolate and watching something Christmas-y. You in?"

You and Eddie had finally been sprung from detention, and thinking about tonight's festivities was the only thing that had kept you awake. The rest of the boys had escaped your cruel fate and gone home when they were supposed to, so it was just the two of you in the van now.

"You need help?"

"What, like 'oh please, big strong man, won't you come help us feeble women-folk put up this heavy plastic tree'?" you tease. "Don't NEED help, but we'd love for you to come hang out."

"Actually…" he licks his lips and concentrates on the road. "I think I might just go home tonight."

"What?" Eddie Munson, passing up Family Fun Time? And hot chocolate?!

"I'm, uh… I'm just really tired. Think I might be coming down with something."

You reach over to feel his cheek, which does look flushed and feel a little warm.

"Are you okay?" He hadn't said anything. Not that he'd been allowed to make a peep during the last hour, but he'd seemed fine at lunch.

"M'fine, just wanna sleep."

You watch him suspiciously as he turns onto your road. You know something's brewing in that twisted little mind of his, but you don't know what.

"Okay," you agree, deciding not to pry. Maybe he just needs a little time to think about whatever he's got going on, and he'll get over it on his own. He pulls into your driveway.

"You want us to wait and do it tomorrow?" It would probably require a little groveling, but you'd do it. You'd do anything for him.

"Nah, don't change your plans on my account."

"Okay," you say again, a little hurt. "If you change your mind, you know where we'll be."

"Don't wanna get you sick too."

"Eddie, you had your tongue down my throat just a few hours ago. That ship has sailed." You tilt your head and wait for a smile. He forces one that doesn't reach his eyes. Maybe he really is getting sick.

"Call me if you need anything?"

He nods. You lean across the van and kiss him on the cheek, then hop out and walk to the door. He doesn't start backing out of the driveway until you've got it open. But this is the first time in forever he hasn't come in with you. It feels strange. You don't care for it.

He didn't come that night, and he didn't call.

Your mother had asked about him, and you'd said he wasn't feeling well. Which, as far as you knew, was true. You thought of him the whole night, from the time you helped wind the lights around the tree, to hanging the stockings, to watching the marshmallows melt in your mediocre cocoa while some claymation special played in the background. Everything was better when Eddie was around.

He arrived the next morning to pick you up for school as usual, but still felt a little distant in the seat next to you. You let the boys ramble about the current campaign while you watched him out of the corner of your eye.

You made an effort to act normally throughout the day. Like nothing was wrong. Like he hadn't unexpectedly bailed on something he was supposed to be a part of. Like he wasn't being weirder than usual.

Despite your efforts to act normal, Eddie remained quiet. He nodded and let out a half-hearted laugh or two at your attempts to break him out of his funk on the ride home. When he pulled into your driveway, he didn't even turn off the van. The rest of the boys had gone to Jeff's to play video games. No one was home. Eddie should be jumping at the opportunity to spend some time alone with you. Unsupervised. Instead, he glances at you like he's waiting for you to get out.

You turn in your seat to face him.

"Alright. What's going on?"

"Nothing."

"Bullshit. Tell me what's going on."

"It's nothing."

"Edward."

He sighs.

You cross your arms. "I'm not getting out of this van until you tell me, so you better either start talking, or get fucking comfortable."

He turns off the ignition, then sits quietly for a moment.

"Don't you ever get sick of me hanging around all the time?"

"Nope. Try again."

"Doesn't your mom?"

"You are aware that she refers to you as her favorite child, correct?"

He huffs out an exasperated breath, and it fogs up the windshield in front of him.

"Look. I appreciate you including me. I really do. But Christmas is a family holiday. Like, THE family holiday."

"You ARE family, dummy."

"I'm not."

"You are. You're more family than most of the people I'm related to."

"That's not how it works."

"That is absolutely how it works. I chose you. WE chose you. Those other people are just assholes we happen to share DNA with."

"Look, just…" He grips the steering wheel. "I appreciate you trying to include me, but eventually you're all gonna get sick of me. I don't want to wear out my welcome."

Your heart sinks. Your annoyance fades. How has he not realized that he's your entire world?

"Eddie, you're always welcome, wherever I am," you tell him gently. "You're my favorite person in the world. I fucking love you. I want you with me all the time. Whether it's Thanksgiving, or Christmas, or a random Wednesday, or the day we get married."

He stares at his lap.

"What's it gonna take for you to realize how much you mean to me?"

He shrugs.

And then, you get an idea.

"Come with me."

You get out of the van, but he doesn't. You walk to his side and open the door.

"C'mon, I want to show you something."

He slides down and follows you with his feet dragging, like a big insecure baby. You kick off your boots and drop your jackets, and you take his hand and lead him to the living room. You come to a stop by the fireplace.

"Look."

He lifts his head and takes in the garland and the holiday-scented candles and the nutcracker and the four stockings…

You can see him re-count.

He looks to you with tears welling up in his eyes.

"Told you so."

Your mom has made him a stocking. It matches the ones you and your brother have had since you were babies. She's even stitched Eddie's name onto it. His stocking fits right in, just like he does.

He bursts into tears. He hides his face in his hands and sobs, and you wrap yourself around him the best you can.

You want to tell him that THIS is why you wanted him to come over last night. That you wanted your mom to see his face when he saw his stocking for the first time. That you wanted him hang it himself. But the lump in your throat won't allow it. So you hold him and let him cry and hope that he finally gets it: He's family. The best kind of family; the kind you all chose, because you all love him.

His eyes are red and puffy when he pulls away from you. You brush his hair away from his face, before the tears can dry and glue it to his skin. You don't know what to say. Apparently neither does he.

You take his hand and tilt your head toward the tree. You lead him to it and flip on the power strip. The tree comes to life. You cross the room and switch off the overhead light, letting the tree's colored bulbs fill the room with a warm glow.

You return to the tree and sit down in front of it, lie back, and maneuver your head underneath the branches.

"C'mere," you finally get out. Eddie sits on the floor beside you and copies your movements, his head coming to rest beside yours on the white blanket your mom has wrapped around the base. You reach for his hand and hold it tightly as you stare up at the inside of the tree.

"When I was a kid," you begin, finding your voice again in the familiar calm of the tree's glow, "I used to spend half the holiday season under the tree. Dad always insisted on a real one, but Mom fought him and switched to a fake one after an unfortunate incident involving sap in my hair. THAT was fun."

Eddie chuckles. You're so happy to hear that sound again. You lie there and hold his hand and stare up at the twinkling lights in a peaceful silence.

"I haven't had a stocking since my mom died."

"Really?" you ask, turning your head toward him.

"Mhm," he hums, still staring upward.

"Wayne wasn't a Santa Man?"

"No chimney in a trailer," he says matter-of-factly, like he's heard it a few times before. "Wayne said that's why Santa sometimes forgot to bring me stuff at Mom and Dad's house. Because they didn't have a chimney either, and Santa couldn't remember how to get in."

Wayne's solution brings a smile to your face.

"Did Santa figure out how to get in at Wayne's?"

"He left the presents on the porch," Eddie grins. "Me and Wayne would put out a can of beer and a bag of Fritos for him. He said Santa would want something salty after all those cookies."

You laugh. "Good thinkin', Wayne."

Eddie finally turns his head toward you.

"I love you."

"I love you too, Eddie."

This is the fic that I fought for 2 days, posted, trashed... and then took another run at and gave it a better ending, inspired by this thought from @munson-memories. 🥰

#writings of despair #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x evil woman

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non-neutoniangender · 3 months

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Welp its a halloween episode, and right on time too, we had an emotional moment to get through. Anyway, I'm not familiar enough with the x men to know what these costumes are, besides cool.

Holy fucking shit FCG you're trying to FORCE Laudna back???

I'm so glad the dice decided to say no, thats so poetic lmao

Laura freaking Bailey ladies and gentlemen, and you tell me she didn't realize she had feelings for Laudna? Leaving her the choice, saying she would be there.... such fantastic roleplaying

okay So here I took a several month long break from watching CR for various reasons and I come back to remember that. I stopped watching IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RESURECTION. and I had forgotten it was halloween

oh noooooo not a 7 :(

(I cannot take matt seriously in these contacts)

(or taliesin as a vampire(?) for that matter)

I love that Marisha dressed up for this episode

Oh my god poor Laudna she's so traumatized

Whitestone!!! its thriving

The pinky promise 😭😭😭😟😟😟

I really adore the cast letting Laudna have a moment with the sun tree. What a lovely connection

Not ashley trying to steal the holy symbol from her own character

The implication that fcg sneezes is gold. thank you marisha lmao

Find Familiar!!!!

oh my god he has a voice!!!!

I love the voice that Matt has given Paté, amazing moment for everyone!

Oh I love that Percy gives the monkey a gun, such a percy move glad the monkey now has a gun to use.

Wow Sam. Just wow. These drink things are getting much more elaborate. Honestly the wack picures of the cast were better imo

The DREAMS!?!?! Not Eshteross, thats an awful thought...

I love Frearne chatting to the Sun Tree like a good friend. Rite of passage for the druids.

Love how proud of Taliesin is of Percy's stuff.

GILMORE!!!!!!!! ya love to see it.

Damn the dreaming that someone died is going to become important in this campaign huh.

Also the wills are super cool

I can't wait to find out what the Hells do with the letters not addressed to them.

Anyway, I'm very happy to have finally finished an episode for the first time in months, and hopefully this is the start of some good momentum? I'm really curious about the solstice and such, so.

#critical role #cr 3 ep 28 #cr3 #bells hells

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reallyromealone · 2 years

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Dustin's pretty boy brother

Omegaverse

It was no secret that Dustin Henderson had an unreasonably pretty older brother, it was a fact.

Mikey, Lukas and Will all knew him well, the Omega was usually the one to watch them when they had sessions at their home and was a friend of Nancy. Normally their mom would collect Dustin from club activities at school but today (name) had to as their mom was out of town visiting family leaving (name) with the task, the school was a bit creepy as he walked through the halls while slurping down a slushy, the drink still far too full to make noise as he stood infront of the hellfire club doors where yelling could be heard from the other side.

Quietly (name) knocked on the door, not wanting to be rude and just barge in he heard swearing as the door opened to reveal Mike looking confused and a bit annoyed until he realized who was at the other side "oh hey (name)" mike said more relaxed as he opened the door more to let the pretty Omega in, all eyes immediately on him.

Eddie stared him down before standing up and strutting towards the pretty man "well well... If it isn't the siren that is Hendersons brother" Eddie said with a big grin as he bowed at (name) slightly, the Omega tilting his head slightly as he looked into those pretty brown eyes before turning to look at his brother "I'm here to collect you, it's 6" (name) said simply as Dustin sighed "were almost done, just a little longer?"

(Name) thought for a second before agreeing, a bit awkward as he was the only Omega in a room full of alphas and betas but sat beside his brother awkwardly and watched the others immerse themselves and was kind of in awe at how Eddie took over the room and tried not to giggle at some of the voices he did for NPC characters not realizing Eddie was playing up a bit more for him.

Eddie could feel the pretty boy's eyes on him every so often and would stare back with a smirk, the two making eye contact until (name) decided his drink was far more interesting and eventually (name) looked at his watch and realized how late it was "shit..."

"What is it angel?" Eddie said with a head tilt and (name) looked at his brother "it's almost 9"

The room went quiet as they checked their watches "we shall continue this tomorrow!" Eddie said loudly as everyone collected their stuff, (name) giving his brother the last bit of the slushy as the large group walked out and tossed the cup in a trash can.

"Shoot... Forgot my notebook" Dustin said in realization as he quickly ran back to the class to retrieve it, leaving (name) to wait by the car "will I be seeing you tomorrow?" Eddie asked leaning against the car and smiling at (name) who tilted his head with a sweet smile "we will just have to wait and see... dungeon Master"

The Omegas words did things to Eddie as (name) gently placed a hand on the brunettes chest and leaned forward "goodnight Eddie" before walking to the drivers seat as Dustin came back with his notebook "Later Eddie!"

Eddie watched them drive off with a playful smile, he knew (name) would be there tomorrow.

He saw the way he looked at him

"So are you and Eddie gonna date or something?" Dustin asked as the siblings grabbed McDonald's for dinner and (name) choking slightly on his drink "What would make you think that?!"

"Don't act like I didn't see you two looking at each other"

"What would you say if I did consider going on a date with him"

"He would treat you right" Dustin said resolutely and (name) smiled, the siblings finishing their meals before going home.

The next day (name) dropped Dustin off, dressed in a soft sweater and jeans as the younger beta talked animatedly about the campaign so far, giving more context to the events and (name) nodded along.

He didn't really get d&d but he was happy it made his brother so happy.

"Well well, he does show" Eddie says with a big ol' grin and (name) rolls his eyes "well if you don't want me here..." (Name) said playfully as Dustin dragged him to the spot he was at the night previously but this time no drink as they prepared the set up, Eddie watching as (name) looked at the table curious.

Four hours passed and eventually they took a 15 minute break to pee or smoke and (name) stood up to stretch not realizing it was just him and Eddie in the room "I knew you would show"

"Did you?"

The two stared at each other as Eddie walked close "yes I did" he said staring into (name)s soul with a big grin "what can I say... Some things left me...captivated"

(Name) was not afraid to match Eddie's energy as the brunette chuckled and the two were practically touching nose to nose "really? May I ask what things?"

Before things could go on further the others returned causing (name) to back away.

"(Name), is it cool if I stay at wills tonight?" Dustin asked his brother "I don't see why not" (name) said as everyone packed up, Eddie perking up at this news.

"The fair (name)... All alone" Eddie teased "I won't be alone if you take me out instead" (name) fired back with a smirk and Eddie halted "for real?"

(Name) nodded with a playful look on his face and walked out, Eddie not too far behind with a smirk.

#stranger things x male reader #stranger things x reader #eddie munson x male reader #eddie munson x reader #omegaverse

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inej-ruination-ghafa · 2 years

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IF ONLY I COULD - E.M

part 1 || part 2 || part 3 || alt ending || masterlist

Warnings: tons, children, mentions or pregnancy, babies, mentions of trauma, mentions of violence, mental health, difficult familial relations.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Wife!reader

Summary: you and your boyfriend Eddie had been best friends since you could remember and he was the father of your child. How could anything go wrong?

Wordcount: 5.6k

You woke up that morning to the dull sound of a baby crying in the other room and hit your head against the pillow, knowing you had to get up.

You reached to the left side of the bed for your boyfriend but he wasn't there, instead the bed was cold and the sounds of a baby crying had faded into the distance.

You sat up, rubbing the sleep from your eyes and when you opened them, the sight made you smile. Your boyfriend, Eddie Munson, was standing there holding a little girl in his arms, rocking her back and forth as she stopped crying. He was humming something under his breath, a song that you just so happened to recognise as Master of Puppets. The sight made you smile as you relished in the peace of the morning.

Eddie Munson had been your best friend since you were 3 years old and when you were 15, he had finally admitted all those feelings to you. You were happy, the perfect freaky couple who everyone hated.

Then you graduated, going to a local college as you still lived with your mother and still want to keep in touch with your boyfriend. Then it happened, the accidental pregnancy that you were hours away from aborting but you couldn't, not saying there was anything wrong with it, but you and Eddie had decided that maybe it was a good idea after all.

And now, as you lay in his bed in his trailer, well the trailer you now lived in with his uncle, you knew that you had both made the best decision of your lives.

He turned to you, a smile on his face as he held the now not crying baby in his arms, "Morning princess, you have a nice sleep?" He asked.

You nodded, still caught up in the surreal situation. You had never expected to be 19 years old, turning twenty in a month, and living in a trailer with your best friend, his uncle and your 2 month old baby girl.

"Yeah, don't you have to be at school Ed, first period starts in 10 minutes," you said, sitting back on your haunches as you looked at him.

He sighed, "I know, but she was crying and I couldn't wake you," he said, a soft smile on his face as he looked down at you.

He had changed since the baby had been born, he smoked less, he sold drugs to less people (only friends and devoted customers), had picked up a part time job at the record store to sustain the family and had just become softer.

Of course he didn't change too much, you had fallen in love with the heavy metal playing crazy boy and wouldn't want anything else.

"If you want to graduate and provide for us baby, you're gonna have to go to class," you said, watching as he gently placed your daughter back in her crib at the end of the bed and came to sit next to you.

He groaned, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close to him so your head was resting on his shoulder, "I'm passing this class anyway, plus, it's your first day of spring break, I wanted to say hi before you went to your mums tonight,"

Your mum had requested a sleepover with you - which you found hilarious - so you and your baby girl Anna were spending the night at your mother's before spending the whole of spring break with your boyfriend, plus he had a big campaign tonight and would probably come home late.

"Why don't I drive you there? We get some breakfast and then You get to school ready for second period," you suggested.

He sighed, pressing a kiss to your head, "Alright sweetheart, but only for you," he said, leaning in to capture your lips in a kiss again.

You hadn't had enough of this since Anna was born, enough of holding each other at night and kissing until the sun rose again. You missed it, but maybe it was worth it for a little while.

You walked out into the kitchen wearing a corroded coffin shirt that Eddie had made and that was stained with breast milk and food and saw Wayne walk in through the door.

"Morning ma'am," he said, his body fatigued after yet another night shift. He had taken extra shifts after the baby had been born and you both needed more money, he was like a father to you.

"Morning Mr Munson, I'm making eggs and bacon, do you want some?" You asked, getting the ingredients out from the fridge.

Ever since you had moved in a year ago - when Eddie had failed to graduate for the second time - you had made the house more organised and more like a home, something that both Munson men appreciated.

"Nah, the guys ordered some food this morning, I'm just heading off to bed," he said, dropping his bag at the door, "How's Anna?"

"She's good," you said and just on cue, your boyfriend walked out with the baby girl resting against his bare chest.

"Morning Wayne," he said to his uncle, a smile on his face.

Wayne remembered when Eddie had fallen in love with you. He had been 15 and came back from one day at high school with his hair shaggy and growing out and a lopsided grin on his face. When Wayne had asked why he was in such a good mood, Eddie began rambling on about how you had kissed him under the bleachers.

He knew that you two were perfect for one another and it showed.

"Morning kiddo, shouldn't you be at school?" He questioned, eyes narrowed at Eddie.

"Yeah, yeah old man, I know. My girl is driving me after breakfast, plus, I couldn't let go of this thing," he said, a soft tone to his voice as he looked down at Anna.

Wayne smiled at the scene in front of him. He knew how Eddie's father was a bad influence and ruined the family but here, as he watched Eddie press a kiss to the top of your head and sit your daughter down into a high chair, he knew that as his uncle, he must have done something right.

“Well I’ll be off to bed, see y’all later,” he said and you both waved goodbye as he walked into the room across the hall.

Eddie wrapped his arms around you from behind, his face nuzzling into the crook of your neck. He pressed a few kisses to the sensitive skin of your neck, holding you tight against him and you just laughed at his antics.

The domesticity of the act brought up a cosy feeling inside of you. You wish that this moment could last forever because you never wanted to leave his arms, no matter what.

“I love you,” he whispered, “Thank you for giving this life to me,”

Eddie wasn't one to get sentimental or emotional but you had saved him in so many ways. He didn't know what his life would be like right now if he hadn't finally plucked up the courage to ask you out. Would he be a drug dealer, in prison or dead? Would he be depressed because he was never going to be able to graduate high school?

He didn't admit stuff like that openly often and it made you smile as you turned around, looking up at him and brushing his messy hair out of his face.

“I love you too Ed,” you replied, a soft smile on your face.

He placed two fingers underneath your chin, tilting your head up so he could get a better look at you and then he kissed your lips. Before you moved in, all the issues were rough and desperate but this one, it was soft and grounded, bordering on passionate like every one of his kisses did.

You didn't want to let go, to let go of this utopia that you both had but you knew that the breakfast was going to burn if you didn't so you pulled away, resting your forehead against his.

Anna babbled and you both smiled at one another, realising how perfect everything was at this moment.

You finished breakfast and carried Anna into your shared bedroom, grabbing some stuff and Eddie held your hand, pressing a chaste kiss to it.

“I have to go feed her quickly, I’ll be back in a minute,” you said, picking up the baby in your arms.

His brows furrowed, “You normally don't leave,” he stated.

“I know if I take my shirt off in front of you right then you wont make it to school on time,” you said, raising an eyebrow at him.

He smiled, holding his hands up in mock surrender, “You know me too well,” he said with a chuckle, watching as you walked out of the room.

Eddie always thought you deserved better than living in a small trailer right now and even though you never complained, he wanted to give you that white picket fence life he knew you'd always dreamt of.

He was going to graduate, he swore to you that he would. He was going to get a good job with promotions and be able to provide for this family. And it was all for you.

You sat at your mum's house, a cup of tea in one hand as you looked over at your daughter who was fast asleep in the mobile cot next to you. You turned the TV on and saw that one of the local reporters was in the trailer park, standing near your trailer specifically that was surrounded by police and ambulance and angry residents.

"A Hawkins high student has been found dead in the trailer park," the news announced and you wouldn't hear anything else, it was like you were drowning and the words of the reporter were muffled to you.

"Mum, it wouldn't be," you said, your voice breaking as you thought of what could have happened.

The worst ideas began to spin through your mind, making you feel sick to your stomach as you envisioned driving there, having to see Eddie's body lying there, covered in blood. Or to see him against the cop car, hands in handcuffs.

She drove you there and it hurt your head to keep thinking about all of it, that he wasn't going to be alive when you got there. You held your tears the whole time not wanting to cry in front of your mum.

You looked into the backseat of the car at your baby, she was sleeping peacefully, blissfully unaware that her father could be dead.

Your mother parked you a little further down and waited there with Anna whilst you walked down, determination

"I'm sorry ma'am, I can't let you through, this is a crime scene," the man said as he stopped you from walking in.

"Wayne!" You called out and the man turned to you, seeing the determination in your eyes as well as the genuine fear.

"Hey officers, she lives here," he said as he walked over and the man let you through.

Instantly, Wayne pulled you in for a hug, realising how upset you were. He had wanted to call but the only phone was in the house and it was currently an active crime scene.

"Is he okay, my Eddie, is he okay?" You asked, tears brimming in your eyes and he shook his head.

He could hear the shaky tone to your voice and sighed, not wanting you to go through any of this, "We found a girls body in the house this morning, no sign of Eddie,"

You held back a sob, hand clasped over your mouth as all of the worst case scenarios spun through your head, making you dizzy.

You kept thinking back to yesterday morning, the smile on his face and the genuine joy in his laughter. What has gone wrong? What had happened?

He placed a hand on your shoulder but you felt like collapsing, your mind swimming with negativity and your breathing fast. You loved Eddie, more than anything else in the world and now, something bad could have happened to him and you had no way to help. You kept thinking that you should have stayed with him last night.

You heard your last name being called out and turned to see Powell. He was the new chief of police since Hopper had died in the mall fire last year and he wasn't as good but he was learning.

“You are dating Eddie Munson, live with him and share a child with him, that is correct?” he asked, looking down at a sheet. You wondered how much time he had spent researching your past, “Can we talk to you?”

You nodded, following them to a picnic bench that was in the middle of the trailer park, away from the prying ears of the neighbours.

“How long have you been dating Mr Munson?” he asked, sitting down.

You sighed, your heart pounding in your chest, “Uh, just over five years now, I've known him for as long as I can remember,” you explained, watching as he noted it down.

You knew that he already knew about it, that you had moved in a year ago much to your mothers distaste and that you had fallen pregnant around the same time.

“When was the last time you saw Mr Munson?” he asked, and you looked over to see some of the other officers looking around your house, your bedroom. It made you sick.

“Yesterday morning, I drove him to the high school and then went to my mothers house for the night,” you explained. Your heart was racing, scared to accidentally say something incriminating that could hurt Eddie.

Powell nodded, noting it down on his notepad, “And was that a pre-planned event, potentially by Eddie Munson?” he asked.

You scoffed, you knew what he meant, “You think Eddie set it up so that I would be out of the house so that he could commit a murder,” you said, the words sounding like venom on your tongue.

You couldn't believe that someone had instantly jumped to the conclusion that it was him that committed this crime when he wasn't even there to defend himself. You didn't think he did it, not even for a second.

You knew that Eddie wasn't a violent person and the only time he had gotten into a fight was when you had both gone to a party in your senior year and some boy had tried to flirt with you and wouldn't leave so Eddie hit him, the two getting into a fight.

"My boyfriend is not a killer, you have to understand that," you said, tears burning in the back of your eyes.

"I'm sorry Ma'am, we can't confirm that right now," Powell said, a sad look on his face. He hated having to deal with murder cases and after the mall fire last year, he didn't want to have to deal with more deaths.

"You also can't confirm he did it. What if whoever killed Chrissy killed Eddie too? Did you think of that?" You asked.

You felt sick to your stomach at the idea that Eddie could be dead out there, his eyes ripped out of his skull. You hated that you didn't know where he was or if he was okay. You just kept thinking back to this morning, maybe you should have stayed in bed with him longer.

"And what if he loves murder so killed poor Chrissy and ran?" Powell questioned before sighing, "I'm sorry miss, we're just covering our bases,"

"He's got a daughter, he wouldn't run, he wouldn't kill a 17 year old," you said, your face shaky, "Eddie Munson loves me, he loves his baby girl, he loves his guitar, he loves his band, he loves sunsets, he loves heavy metal, he loves microwave meals, he loves his friends, he loves hellfire club, he loves gothic horror book, he loves poorly made films, he loves overcooked pizza. But murder, he doesn't love murder,"

He could tell that you were distraught, tears were welling up in your waterline and your voice was cracking as you defended him to within an inch of your life, you weren’t going to let them believe he was a murderer.

"I'm sorry ma'am, I truly am," Powell said before turning around, ready to walk away.

"This is my home Powell, just let me go grab my stuff," you begged and the chief of police sighed.

"You can get back in when it's not an active crime scene, I'm sorry Ma'am, it's just the rules," he explained.

You sighed, "I need some stuff for the baby, if I give you a list can you get it for me?" You asked and he looked at Calahan before nodding.

She grabbed a pen and a piece of paper, scribbling some stuff down before handing it to him, crossing her arms across her chest.

Powell walked in with the list, freezing as he saw the room. He hadn't expected the boy's bedroom to be like this. Eddie was labelled as demonic and evil but this, this was home.

It was neater than it used to be and there were pictures of you and Eddie on the walls from before Anna was born, pictures of Anna in little frames, a cot by the side of the bed.

He felt guilty for a little bit that he was trying to arrest this boy for murder but he shook it off, instead collecting the basic amenities for the girl.

You sat at your mothers house, your feet tapping against the floor as you looked at Anna who was asleep in the makeshift cot by the sofa. You were going to be staying at your mums until the investigation was over but you still missed your home.

You missed Eddie and the feeling of falling asleep in his arms, of his distinct smell of cigarettes and heavy cologne, you missed the smile that he would give you and your daughter that reached his eyes.

That's when the phone rang. Your mother sighed as she got up, walking over and answering the phone, confused as to the voice on the other end of the line.

"Hey, uh, is Y/N here?" The voice asked and your mother stood at the phone, confused.

"Um, yes, who is this?" She asked, mouthing something to you that you didn't understand. You got up, walking over to the phone as she passed it to you.

"Y/N?" The voice asked and you recognised it as Dustin Henderson, the voice of a boy who Eddie viewed almost like a son or a younger brother.

"Henderson? If you're here to call about Eddie, I know, and I'm sorry but I don't know where he is," you said, leaning against the wall, looking into the other room to where your mum was rocking Anna in her arms.

"That's what I wanted to talk about, we think we know where he is," Dustin said and you smiled, holding the phone tighter to your ear.

"Really? Where?" you asked, your heart pounding in your chest at the idea that you would be able to find him. that he was okay.

"Reefer Rick's, we found his residence near lovers lake, we're going now," he explained.

"Who's we?" you asked, brows furrowed as you leant against the wall.

"Me, Steve, Robin and Max," he explained and though you wanted to ask why he was hanging out with all the people who also wanted to find Eddie, you let it go because what was important was that you could help Eddie.

"Pick me up in 10," you said and he began to protest on the other end of the line but you cut him off, "No buts Henderson, I'm coming,"

"Who was he?" your mum asked once you hung up the phone and you walked back into the room.

"Dustin Henderson. He's one of Eddie's friends from Hellfire, he thinks he knows where he is. He's coming over now," you explained, grabbing your bag and packing your stuff that you would need for Anna.

"There is no way I'm letting you go out there, no way," she said, following you around as she tried to deter you from leaving.

She always thought that eddie was a bad influence so now that he was a murder suspect, it gave her reasons to hate him. You knew that he wasn't a bad person but she never seemed to believe you.

Your mother was a quiet person who enjoyed pool parties where they would eat scones and drink tea and she liked calmer music and nothing that Eddie liked. Eddie liked hard music and house parties and day old pizza that he would reheat in the oven.

"Please mum, I have to find him. He's my everything, I have to clear his name," you tried to plead with her but you didn't need her permission anymore.

You had moved out for two reasons, one, you wanted to live with your best friend and boyfriend so that you could prepare for spending the rest of your lives together. Two, you wanted to get as far away from the controlling household as you could. You loved your mother and always would but you didn't like the way she always wanted you to be perfect and normal.

"He shouldn't have run then," she said harshly and you froze, shocked that she would ver believe that your boyfriend could ever do something like that, "I'm sorry dear, he's a father now, he shouldn't be dealing drugs or killing young girls,"

"We're leaving," you said, grabbing your daughter and holding her against your chest.

"You're not taking your daughter on a man hunt for a potential killer," she objected sharply and you couldmt believe that she'd even entertain the idea of Eddie being a killer.

When your mum had first met Eddie, she wasn't too fond of him and his long hair and metal concerts but she had warmed up to him once she realised he was going to be in her daughters life forever. She still disagreed with his morals and beliefs but it didn't matter as long as he treated you right.

"We'll be back later mum okay," you said. If she thought that Eddie was a killer, then you couldn't spend any more time around her right now. There was no point in fighting and you had to go and find Eddie, that is what is important right now.

"I'm sorry, I don't think he's a killer I'm just, I'm worried about you," she said, trying to reason with you as you began to head towards the door.

"I know you are but I'm a grown woman now, I have to do what's best for my family and right now, that means finding Eddie," you said, smiling at your mother before walking out of the door.

You waited on your porch, too stubborn to apologise to your mother about the argument you two h. You knew she was right, that it was dangerous for you to go looking for Eddie seeing as he is a suspect in a homicide but you couldn't not.

A few minutes later, a car pulled up and Steve rolled down the window, looking at you. He narrowed his eyes as he spotted the travel bag you were carrying in one hand, your baby girl in the other.

“You brought a baby?” Steve asked and you nodded, hopping into the back seat between Dustin and Max. you had known the douchebag that Steve used to be in high school but now he seemed like a good person, someone who wasn't an awful human being - at least that's what Dustin always said.

Dustin smiled at you. He had known you throughout your whole pregnancy and was close with Eddie so you two were close and he loved Anna, always willing to watch the baby for an hour or two if you needed to go shopping or have a shower and Eddies at work or studying.

The drive was silent and it was almost uncomfortable. Nobody seemed to want to talk to you because they were scared of your reaction to the incidents they had faced. They assumed something supernatural had to do with this attack and knew they would have to explain it to you and Eddie eventually.

Your knee was bouncing up and down in the seat from nervousness. You couldn't help but be worried about how Eddie would react to seeing you again. You wondered if he was okay or even alive and it made your heart hurt at the idea of him not being okay.

When you zoned back into what was going on, you smiled at the sight of Dustin who was entertaining the baby on your lap, giggling when she did. She may have only been two months old but she seemed so mature, already smiling all the time.

When you arrived, you explained that Reefer rick had been in jail for a few months now so his house would be empty. Dustin checked through the windows anyway before Robin suggested the big shed round the back.

You walked back, shushing your baby girl as she was now wide awake. You didn't want your cover to be blown or for any locals to notice you were around and get suspicious; not like there were many locals anyway.

“Is anyone home?” Dustin called out as he walked into the shed.

Your daughter babbled as you held her to your chest and you shushed her, looking around at the mess that was Reefer Ricks shed.

“Look, there's food here, maybe he got spooked and ran,” Max said and you walked over, looking at the food. You knew he must have been here, you couldn't give up hope that he was not dead.

Steve began prodding at a boat covered with a tarp with an oar, him and Dustin arguing with one another about how they've almost died hundreds of times. You sort of shrugged it off but were still confused about it.

All of a sudden, a figure jumped out from under the tarp, pressing stve up against the wall with a knife to his neck. You recognized the tattoo creeping out from underneath his shirt and his long unruly hair that seemed matted, probably because he'd been running his hand through it constantly. It was Eddie.

“Eddie!” you exclaimed and he turned back to look at you, his eyes vacant as he took in the sight of you, Dustin and the baby.

It was almost like he didn't believe that you were really there, that he was going crazy and you were just a figment of his imagination, “Its us, that's just Steve, he's not gonna hurt you,” Dustin said, “Why don't you drop the oar steve,”

Steve nodded, dropping the oar but Eddie panicked at the noise, pressing the knife further to Steve's neck, the boy wincing.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, his voice strained, breaking slightly. He was shaking as he held the knife against Steve and you knew that something bad had happened, he hadn't been this shaky since you gave birth to Anna and had complications.

“We're here to help,” Dustin reasoned, his arms held up almost in surrender.

“Its okay Eddie, were here,” you said, beginning to approach him and he froze at the sound of footsteps against the floor, “It's me honey, its us,”

Eddie turned his head to the side, big brown eyes meeting yours and you smiled. Anna cooed, arms reaching out as she recognised her father, a wide smile on the baby's face.

He dropped the knife, Steve scrambling away and back to the group. Eddie was frozen in place, eyes flickering between you and Anna as he took in the sight of both of you, safe.

“Hi baby,” you said, a soft smile on your face.

He engulfed you both in a hug, careful of his baby girl as his head fell into the crook of your neck, just relishing in the sense of comfort he had from just being in your presence.

He had spent the last 24 hours being horrified that something had happened to you or Anna and now, he just wanted to hold you tight and make sure that nothing ever happened to you.

“It's okay Ed, you're safe honey, you're safe, we’re safe,” you reasoned with him and he nodded, stifling a sob as he looked at you.

Anna babbled to herself, a grin on her face as she reached her hands up for her father, her hands tangling themselves into his hair. It brought a grin to his face, a vacant one but a smile nonetheless.

“Hey baby girl, daddy missed you,” he said before looking up at you, “Can I hold her?”

“She’s your daughter too Munson,” you said and he nodded, worry evident in his eyes as he held her in his arms, inhaling the familiar smell of his daughter. His eyes were brimming with tears as he gently held her in his arms, hand supporting her head.

He was scared he would hurt her like Chrissy had been hurt but just the soft touch of the little girl made his shoulders become less tense and he tried to forget the images of what had happened last night.

The other four looked confused. They had always seen the confident and outspoken non conformist Eddie Munson who walked over tables at lunch time and didn't come to parties unless he was providing drugs.

This was a different side of him. He was soft and gentle as he held the little girl in his arms, a broad grin on his face as he whispered to her, the girl babbling back incoherently but it just made him smile even more. You had your hand on his shoulder, looking down at the little family you were fighting so hard to keep.

“Thanks for finding me,” he said, his voice quiet as he never took his eyes off of his daughter.

“It was Dustin who found you actually, I kind of ran away from home again,” you explained.

He chuckled, eyes leaving the big brown eyes of his daughter (that she had inherited from him) to look at the Henderson boy, “Thanks man,” he said and Dustin nodded.

“Eddie, what happened with Chrissy,” Dustin asked and Eddie shook his head, a wince-like expression on his face.

“You wont believe me,” he said, shaking his head.

“Try us,” Max said.

He sat down and you sat next to him, Anna in your lap. You were starting to think that this was a bad idea to bring the baby with you but you saw that she was making Eddie more comfortable.

He explained everything, how Chrissy had asked for drugs and because he knew her older brother, he had agreed. Then he explained about what had happened to her body as she died, her bones breaking as she floated up in the air.

You placed your hand in his and he sighed, taking a deep breath as he tried to explain all that had happened.

“I didn't know what to do so I ran away, as far as possible,” he explained, tears burning in the back of his eyes.

The group were listening intently to the words, sharing knowing glances between each other that you didn't quite understand.

“What I’m about to tell you might be difficult to take,” dustin said as he looked at both of you, “You know how some people say that Hawkins is cursed, they're not way ogg,”

He explained all about the upside down, how it would bleed into this world and that was what had happened to all these people who have died in the past few years.

Dustin hated that he had to bring you and Eddie into this, that you couldn't just be oblivious about it and leave this wretched town forever. Eddie would always talk about his girlfriend and daughter and he knew how much they meant to him so now, putting them in danger, he felt very guilty.

“Like ghosts and shit?” Eddie asked, his hand grasping yours for some sort of stability in the midst of all this craziness.

“They're worse than ghosts, and if they're back then we need to know,” Dustin explained and you could barely wrap your head around it.

He asked more questions about dust particles or anything weird going on but you kept thinking about how these kids had gone through so much because of this cursed town, you wanted to get out of the hell hole even more.

“No, Chrissy just wouldn't move, like she was in a trance or a curse or something,” he said, looking up at him.

“Vecna's curse,” Dustin stated and you remembered the villain from the camagins that Eddie had been so focused on for the last few weeks. Steve asked who Vecna was and Dustin sighed “An undead creature of great power, a dark wizard,”

The group began to talk and you just turned to Eddie, rocking Anna in your arms, “Come home with me Eds, I'm worried about you," you said, his hand coming up to rest on your cheek.

"You don't have to be, I'm going to be fine here. You need to go home, I can't drag you down with me," he said and she sighed.

"I'll come back tomorrow, I promise," you said.

He leaned in, pressing a kiss to your lips, "I don't doubt it sweetheart," he whispered.

A/N, this is gonna be a mini series that follows the plot of season 4. I might make a taglist if enough people want to be added to the next chapter which will probably be out in a week.

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tiltedsyllogism · 7 months

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Thank you so much for the Fandom Explainer on 'For All Mankind' on Rec Center! I would literally never have watched it (my suspicion level that a show about space will be All Dude in the worst way is so high) and now I'm nearly through S1 and having so much fun! \o/ I haven't gone back to look at your rec list since starting, because I don't want to be spoiled, but I'm looking forward to it when I catch up.

Hello! This message makes me so happy, you have no idea. I’ve spent the last year campaigning relentlessly to get everyone I know to watch it, with limited success. I’m thrilled that you decided to give it a try in spite of your All-Dudely suspicions, and equally thrilled (though not surprised) that you ended up loving it.

As for that rec list, you should definitely wait! I didn't end up including a single S1 era fic (though there are some very good ones) so it's really not going to have anything for you until you're well into S2, at least if you want to avoid spoilers (which I recommend.) I listed the stories in chronological order and labeled each story according to how early its major spoilers go to make it as easy as possible to stop reading before spoiling yourself, but the earliest one on there is a missing scene for 2.5. HOWEVER, here are some front-half-of-S1 fic recs that you can jump into right now!

Tickets, Drinks and Songs by @daerienn is a wonderful pre-canon story about Patty and Molly getting their pilots' licenses.

One in a Million by a_beautiful_mess is a lovely AU in which a different member of the ASCAN cohort gets assigned to Apollo 15.

And here are a couple of mine, since I apparently love writing S1 fic (this isn't even all of them!):

Knowing He Hath Wings is a little His Dark Materials AU about Danielle's first mission to space, told from Deke's point of view. S1 era, but no real spoilers.

The Path is about a night when Wayne runs into Margo at the jazz club while Molly is on 15.

Manual Control is a Molly/Margo fic set right at the end of 1.5. The first chapter is a big crowd scene; the second is just the two of them and is uhhh not G-rated.

#for all mankind #moon show #fic recs #my fic

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WEEKLY TAG WEDNESDAY

Thank you lovely people for tagging me! @energievie and @jrooc <3

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name: crest

where the heck are ya? on a US coastline

do you believe in love at first sight? Kind of. I think, if two people present themselves honestly, there can be kind of a soft landing of love at first sight. A lot more than we realize is processed by our minds at once, first impressions are very powerful. While I don't really believe one can get that kind of deep well of an everlasting sort of love right at sight, I think you can clock someone and be like "hey, you -- I know I'm going to like you, I want to get to know you," and that I think means something. Sometimes that impression leads somewhere and other times... well. That's life, eh?

do you believe in soulmates? Sort of? I feel like between this question and the last one I'm completely flipped compared to a lot of people lol -- but relationships take work, even someone who seems to understand you organically at every level, you can still let that link fade by neglect. Or even not neglect, you can experience and react to different stimuli and grow apart, especially if you go too long without kind of reconnecting. Like the last question, love at first sight will fizzle if you don't pursue it and try to make it work. Soulmates, to me, aren't written in the stars or whatever, they're not destiny -- they're made out of deciding that with this person, you're going to put in that work. And maybe someone will come around and say "well why do you pick that person? it's because it was fate," but I don't really believe that, because there's a lot of factors as to why, at least personally, I put in work with some people but not with others. There were opportunities to become close with very different people than who I am close with now, but I chose not to. I chose the people I did. It was my active choice. So, yeah, there's a very long winded answer on this little tag question game.

what’s a song you’ve been loving? Habits by Genevieve Stokes

how about a show you’ve been loving? You may have noticed the sudden constant reblogging of Dimension 20, but I've been really into Dropout's D&D campaigns I've watched thus far.

your ultimate OTP: That's a tricky question! I don't really -- I feel like this goes off my soulmate/lafs question but I think you can make anything pretty viable if you develop it right. Maybe Idgie and Ruth from Fried Green Tomatoes (1991)? And actually, probably Gallavich (Ian Gallagher and Mickey Milkovich) from Shameless, because they always come back to each other, and there's something so lovely about that -- and I can't picture either of them truly with someone else.

your comfort book: Elsewhere by Gabrielle Zevin. I haven't read it in a very long time, but I read it so many times when I was a kid that -- it was my teacher's copy -- she just let me have it before I went to the next levels of school.

a fan work you adore (fic, art, manip, etc — tag the creator!): I loved makes a cathedral, him pressing against me by misandrywitch (Shameless (US)) and I also love all I want of the world, coming down by gyzym (Inception (2010)). (I do not know their tumblrs so I can't link them, but I can link to the stories!)

a trope that captures your heart: not really a trope but fanfiction and tumblr have kind of made it into one: "It's rotten work." "not to me, not if it's you," dynamics.

favorite candy: pomegranate filled dark chocolate

dark chocolate or white chocolate? dark. 100%.

romance novels or thrillers? I read lots of things that are thrilling and have romance, but I actually don't really read either of these genres on their own. Probably lean more toward romance novels?

pink or red? I like both. I own more red clothes. I only have one pink shirt.

and finally, spread some love! share words of encouragement, a positive message, or say something kind to yourself — it’s up to you! Happy valentines! Um, it truly is never too late to try. Really. Try that hobby that, yeah, you're going to start off being absolute shit at, but it's still worth trying if it interests you. I'm going to a figure drawing class tonight, and I'm likely going to be absolute trash at it, but that's my valentine's treat to myself. Or, you can try to fix a tattered relationship, you can try to mend it if you want -- I can't guarantee trying will fix it, but you will have tried, and that matters. Even if it's just trying the smallest thing, or an internal thing. It takes a lot of work to try, and I'm rooting for you if the thing you're trying hardest on is just trying to feel better about yourself. And you're never alone if you're trying! Everyone has tried something. Everyone can rejoice in the successful results from a good ol' college try, or they can sympathize with the failure of a try that didn't lead to anything, everyone has been part of that experience, so hopefully that's encouraging if nothing else. <3

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Tagging, um, I think most people have been tagged, but here are a couple: @callivich , @michellemisfit , @mmmichyyy, and anyone else who would like to join!

#tag games #weekly tag wednesday #thanks for the tag!!#gosh long winded this valentines #Spotify

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iamwestiec · 10 months

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alternately: jiang yanli/qin su/jin guangyao/nie huaisang

I don't remember what ask game this went to, so I'm just gonna ramble.

Something something CQL AU where after rescuing Qin Su during the Sunshot Campaign, Meng Yao has to bring her to the war camp for a while, where she works with Jiang Yanli seeing to supplies and food. She's offered a chance to go to Lanling and wait out the fighting, but she's finding herself happy being useful instead of just a daughter in need of protection and making connections within the cultivation world. Qin Su was not trained as a cultivator, so she'd missed out on the Lan lectures, and Jiang Yanli is enjoying the novelty of being able to mentor someone besides the littlest shidis and shimeis.

Jiang Yanli and Nie Huaisang have been pen pals since Lan Camp, and she's still trying to decide if he's angling to marry her himself or match her up with his brother. (She doesn't think she wants a fighter for a husband; she's half-mothered two of them already.) They continue their correspondence as the war picks up steam, where Nie Huaisang proves adept at arranging for a steady supply of the kinds of things that keep morale up in a war camp: snacks and ingredients beyond the basics, good socks, ~inspiring reading material~. (Jiang Cheng and Wei Wuxian are scandalized when they realize jiejie's how those particular booklets keep showing up.)

When Jiang Yanli and Qin Su write to him that Meng Yao has disappeared, he starts listening to the rumors. Defecting to the Wen makes no sense, even with his messy departure from the Nie Sect. Something else must be going on.

(The end of the war proves him right.)

Something something soup drama doesn't happen, or happens differently, or whatever, and the xuanli betrothal stays dissolved. (Maybe Wen Qing is rescued by Jin forces and accepts a different proposal in this AU, an offer to protect her family from someone who can actually back it up. She never expected a love match anyway.)

Jiang Yanli and Nie Huaisang are courting by now, but slowly—he understands her need to stay with her brothers right now more than anyone. Qin Su keeps them both appraised of her and Jin Guangyao's efforts to secure their parents' blessings. Her mother is strangely resistant, and Nie Huaisang's spidey senses are tingling, and something something SECRETS ARE LEARNED AHEAD OF ANY WEDDINGS OR BETROTHALS.

So Qin Su becomes Nie furen, and Jin Guangyao receives permission to marry out to the Jiang Sect, and Jiang Cheng's not entirely sure why Nie Mingjue still treats it like an alliance between the Jiang and the Nie, but he's not looking that gift horse in the mouth.

(Maybe in a few more years, Jin Zixuan is watching the way Jiang Yanli and Jin Guangyao and Qin Su and Nie Huaisang all orbit around each other and realizes he and Wen Qing might have a better chance with their mutual crush in Yunmeng than they thought.)

(Wen Ning, not dead, falls head over heels for Mianmian. They have the least complicated courtship of anyone in their generation.)

#polyship ask game #westie answers #aiyexayen #fix it au #or at least mess it up differently #the untamed au #jiang yanli #qin su #jin guangyao #nie huaisang

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jadeylovesmarvelxo · 2 years

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Confessions

Ahhhhh my all time fave fictions are where they are in love but either don’t know it or do know it in themselves but aren’t sure how the other is feeling so they act like mopey idiots the entire time… add in some (a lOT) of jealousy, pining and angst and coupled with the fact you have the perfect writing! With that being said… potential Eddie x reader, involving lots of pining, lots of angst, lots of jealousy either from one or both of them and overall just a sprinkle of your amazing talented writing ✨ absolute perfection ✨

Warnings; Jealous Eddie, jealous reader angst to fluff. Kissing in the rain.

Likes or reblogs are always appreciated 😘💞 I do not give anyone permission to copy or post my work elsewhere.

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Eddie didn't like the new guy in Hellfire one bit, he was cocky, sarcastic and didn't take the game seriously.

Then the worst offence, the absolute worst of all was the fact that Greg had his eyes on Eddie's girl.

Well, yn wasn't his girl yet but he was working up the courage to ask her out, he just didn't know if she felt the same.

She didn't really seem to be interested in Greg but the fucker was persistent. Every day this week at lunch Eddie had listened to the idiot flirt with yn.

He was not a happy man at all and wondered what she thought about it all.

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She watches Eddie as he conducts the latest Hellfire campaign, he was so gorgeous and she loved how passionate he was about the things he loved.

For a long, long time she had a crush on him, she was in love with him if she was being honest and it hurt every day to hide these feelings to hear about his random hookups, which didn't happen often but when they did hearing the details hurt.

Maybe it would be best if she said because if he didn't return those feelings then at least she finally know for good and move on.

His brown eyes catch hers and they soften, he winks at her and her lower body fills with that delicious ache, she wants him so bad it hurts.

Greg attempts to try and get her back into the conversation and that's when she notices the way Eddie tenses as he watches Greg interact with her.

The thought that he may feel the same way grows even more and she knows she needs to tell him how she feels soon.

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Usually she and Eddie hang out after school but today she is heading to his spot in the woods where he does his deals and is meeting him there.

Over the weekend the need to confess her feelings has grown stronger and stronger and she's tried to fight it but Eddie's dislike of Greg and his glare and attitude anytime Greg is near her has made her decide to do it.

Was he jealous?

When she hears giggling her heart drops and she sees a group of girls chatting with Eddie at the wooden bench and table.

They are batting their eyes and heavily flirting with him and her stomach clenches in annoyance.

He was a handsome guy, she thought he was so gorgeous and she loved his beautiful brown eyes, it was natural for those girls to want to flirt with him.

Her eyes narrow she's been around Eddie enough to know that some girls flirt to get free weed and she heads over to him feeling the annoyance growing.

"Hey sweetheart" his cheeks are pink and she feels that burn of jealousy burn in her veins at him enjoying the flirting.

What could she expect though he was single and they were so pretty and the truth was she was jealous it wasn't her that got that reaction from him.

Maybe she should just keep quiet about her feelings after all.

"I should go, you're busy" she murmurs and hates how she feels so low now.

Maybe if she just told him how she felt she would feel better but there was always the worry of a ruined friendship if he didn't feel the same.

"Wait up, I'm just finishing here" reluctantly she does wait and Eddie turns to the girls.

"Okay, so fifteen bucks is that good for you?"

The girls look scandalised and one she recognises from her classes called Jessica scowls.

"We were hoping to get it for free". Eddie's mood sours and he scowls.

"Sorry, there's only one girl I give free weed to and you're looking at her".

Jessica turns to her and huffs and motions the girls to follow her as she storms off.

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Yn is quiet as they ride to his, it's their movie night tonight and he's looking forward to it, he always likes being with his princess.

"You okay?" He asks her and she nods still lost in thought.

"Those girls were pretty" she mentions out of nowhere and he frowns.

"Yeah so?" They were pretty but he wasn't interested in their flirting and yeah he was a little flushed because of it but the only girl he wanted flirting with him was sitting beside him with a cute pout on her face.

"Do you mind if I just go home Eddie?" he blinks stunned, when has she ever wanted to go home instead of movie night.

He parks the car still confused and she gets out murmuring about getting some air.

"Princess wait" he follows her and he freezes when he notices that she's crying.

"Princess?" wiping her eyes she turns to him and he's desperate to know who's hurt her? Was it that fucker Jason? was he bullying her? Maybe Greg was bothering her too much, his blood boils.

"What happened? Did Greg hurt you? Jason? Has Greg been forcing you to go on a date or something?"

She frowns.

"Eddie I can handle myself against Greg and Jason, maybe I should give Greg a chance though. Would be easier" his stomach drops because he doesn't want her to date, Greg but why would it be easier?

"Why would dating Greg be easier? Do you even like him" she sighs.

"Not really no but I'm tired of falling for, falling for someone who would never want me" this stuns him and at first he feels his heart ache that she's fallen for someone who's obviously not him but then it's replaced with disbelief.

"You're kidding, right? Who wouldn't want you?"

This makes her tear up again and she walks up to him. It's starting to rain but he doesn't care, he's too focused on y/n.

"Why do you say things like that and make me think that you could...that you could ever feel the same way, I saw the way you acted with those girls that's who you want"

He literally can't believe what he's hearing and feels his heart flutter in joy.

"Sweetheart, I dont understand" he strokes her cheek and her lip wobbles, all he wants to do is hold her in his arms and kiss all that pain away.

"Eddie it's you, it's always been you for me and I understand that you don't feel the same but it's been killing me not saying"

He's dreaming? He's dreaming he must be? The rain comes down heavier and they are both soaked but he can't move, it feels like hes floating on a cloud.

"Eddie?" She's looking at him anxiously and he pulls her into his arms.

"Listen to me. In my twenty years on this earth, there's one thing I'm sure of and that's you're my soulmate. I'm in love with you, you're the only girl I want to be with not those girls or any other girl, only you. I love you so much"

She beams and he kisses her, loving the way his lips feel against hers, how she feels against him. The perfect fit.

"Let's get home princess, get out of these wet clothes yeah?" she nods and even though they are both soaked and a little shivery, the smiles on their faces, the joy they both feel is incredible.

They get back in the van and head to the trailer, giddy and very much in love.

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#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson angst #stranger things eddie munson #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson imagine

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So I may have decided to do some work on a 19th century AU ha ha ha sorry pls let me know if anyone else has already claimed it for themselves

And hilariously, it is an AU based on Restart, so it'll have Allani and her banter with Narinder. At least I hope it'd be good banter.

So think Pride and Prejudice vibes but Cult of the Lamb

And it might be because I watched the movie Emma. And because it was the time of the year to watch Pride and Prejudice, and Sense and Sensibility.

Bishops: Royal family of the Lands of the Old Faith, each sibling has a title

Shamura: the ruler, obvs

Narinder: doesn't flex his title or royal family status and just wants to do his own thing, which gets him estranged from the others because they see him as shirking his duties. He's only on good terms with Leshy and they visit each other on occasion, causing rumors that they're conspiring against Shamura

Ratau: mayor, retired military officer, owns a shipping company with Ratoo

Ratoo: retired naval officer, usually out on voyages with The Goods™, not sure if I'd have his fiancée lost to sea/drowning incident or have her in town because they deserve a happy ending

Baal and Aym: learning magic and combat from Ratau (and sometimes Ratoo when he pops up)

Forneus: owner of the local inn

Lamb (I'll be honest, it's Allani from Restart): adopted daughter of Ratau, he found her during a campaign in which her hometown was razed, there were a few other survivors who joined his town, also learning how to magic and combat from Ratau

Hauron: another survivor and adopted son of Ratau, super protective cousin of Allani

Rakshasha and the missus: work in Forneus' kitchen? Or should they work in Narinder's kitchen idk

Plimbo: another employee of Ratau and Ratoo, always complaining about his MIL visiting him and his wife every other week

Midas: that guy who owns super decked out place and has parties all the time, and MAYBE some out-of-towners go missing after, and MAYBE he has a few new sculptures in their likenesses after, but no one asks questions

So Narinder might be this mysterious gentleman who just moved into the big house down the street, whatever, no big deal, sounds like he's been Ratau and Ratoo's benefactor and is finally showing his face etc.

Narinder comes by to discuss business matters with the Rat brothers when she runs into him and goes "excuse me you aren't even gonna apologize?" when he acts all "ugh you messed up my coat"

Meanwhile Ratau in the background shaking his head and silently mouthing "NO STOP"

Narinder decides he does need some employees to care for his home and hires Allani, Hauron, the Twins, and other townspeople

Cue verbal sparring as Allani challenges the fuck out of Narinder and his life choices or something while he thinks he can whittle her down

Hauron is super overprotective, is like "I don't like that rich character" and tries to set her up with other townspeople/whoever, much to her annoyance, Narinder's entertainment, and eventually, his growing jealousy

Especially like "also he's of a higher standing than we are, it's foolish to think that you'd have a chance with him or that he'd have genuine affection for you, sorry fam but he'd def want to marry into similar status because $" not knowing he's got the royal family's wallet in his pocket

Shamura and family still care for him, it's just most of them think he's an idiot for just wanting to fuck around and not be responsible and will happily welcome him back once he decides he does want to do his duties

I can't wait for interactions like this:

Leshy: I heard you have a maid gf

Narinder: spits out camellia tea

Allani: pours more tea on Narinder in shock while yelling at Leshy EXCUSE ME?

Also something I'm toying with rn

I wonder if Narinder should use another name because not everyone knows or needs to know he's royalty. Would be fun to use names for the afterlife/death deities. Asphodel, Akert, Amenthes, Mitnal, Kur, whatever else. Leaning on Asphodel or Amenthes.

But yeah I'm just gonna add it to my belt of oops stories/AUs

#cult of the lamb #cotl #cotl narinder #cotl narilamb #cotl lamb #cotl au #cotl 19th century au #cult of the lamb au #au of an au #what is wrong with my life #Forgive me for I have sinned #Truly I am a fool

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jeannereames · 4 months

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Hello Dr. Reames!

Like many of us who follow you on this Hell-site we call home, I started watching Netflix's Alexander: The Making of a God. I'm an awfully shy person, and have been meaning to say hello, but a deadly concoction of anxiety and imposter syndrome has kept me away until a part of the docuseries lit a burning fire of a question.

I'm an Early Modern historian (18th century France), and although I have an obsession with Alexander the Great (going as far as begging my parents from around age 10 to 18 to legally change my name to Alexander) I never took a deep academic dive into the ancient Mediterranean world.

I think it was episode 2 where Alexander and Darius finally face each other at Issus, and after the battle Alexander has the captured "Greeks" (I can't remember now if he said Greeks or Macedonians) from Darius' army killed for fighting on the "wrong side." This kind of rubbed me the wrong way, especially when they switch to the talking heads and they kind of touch on it being known that people from the Greek poleis were mercenaries and were throughout the known Mediterranean world. That scene had a sort of 'Alexander as a Macedonian Nationalist' feel, and I assumed that Alexander was more open to the blending of cultures or at least there wasn't a single correct way to live and rule. That whole sequence of scenes felt contradictory: the mercenary system is well known yet a betrayal against "blood brothers"? Would Alexander actually have mercenaries executed for being hired by Persia?

Thank you for your time!

I'm glad you decided to finally step forward and ask a question! Nice to "meet" you.

Ah, yes, this is a matter of Real Politik.

After Granikos, a number of Greek mercenaries were captured, although their commander, Memnon, got away himself as he’d have been on horseback. Alexander had the men executed.

Greeks had served as mercenaries in Asia as far back as the Assyrian Sargonids. In fact, arguably, the archaic full hoplite panoply developed to fight on the broad plains of the middle east, not in Greece. (See John Hale’s chapter “Not Patriots, Not Farmers, Not Amateurs” in Men of Bronze, Kagan and Viggiano, eds., from Princeton; I find his argument convincing.) And, of course, Xenophon’s famous Anabasis told about the flight west of Greek mercenaries who’d served under Cyrus the Younger in his disastrous clash with his brother Artaxerxes for the throne.

For Alexander, the problem was that he—or really his father—had positioned this campaign as retribution against Persia for Persia’s earlier invasion of Greece, especially that under Xerxes. The invasion was, officially, under the aegis of the Corinthian League, with the Macedonian king just the hegemon. That made it a “Greek” campaign. This was all propaganda of course, but important for Philip, then Alexander, to maintain as it gave a patina of acceptability, not a naked power grab for more territory. While conquest wasn’t looked on then nearly as badly as it is now, it helped to have at least a plausible excuse.

His own troops included a number of Greek allies. After Chaironeia, they didn’t really have a choice. But a lot of Greeks were not happy to be in the Corinthian League. Sparta outright refused and would later be the center of an anti-Macedonian revolt.

At Granikos, the Persians had more Greek mercenaries than Alexander had Greek allies! (If one doesn’t count the Thessalian horse.) The optics were really bad. Ergo, as I think it was Carolyn who pointed out, Alexander had to send a clear message that fighting for the Persians against “the Greeks” wasn’t an option. In the Greek mind, mercenaries had always occupied a liminal status: not fully trusted because they fought for pay, but typically better than citizen troops, so used extensively post-Peloponnesian War. It was easy for Alexander to cast them as “just in it for the money” and as traitors to the Greek Cause. Like Thebes in the earlier Greco-Persian Wars, they’d “Medized,” which had a similar force to calling an American a “commie” in the 1950s.

The executions weren’t well-received in the rest of Greece, and resistance continued until it came to a head a couple years later with Agis’s Revolt (Agis III was the Spartan king who led it.). But Alexander was never afraid to send a harsh message when he needed to: Thebes, Tyre, Persepolis…. Philip did too. He could be just as brutal (Potidaia, Amphipolis, Stagiera), and Alexander learned well from him how to use carrot and stick.

So that’s what was going on there. Alexander was trying to turn Darius’ Greek mercenaries (who were some of the best troops in Asia Minor), and to send a message back HOME not to unite behind him and cut his supply lines. This was not successful; in fact, if Curtius can be believed, the Greek mercenaries were more loyal to Darius after Gaugamela than Bessus and friends. They figured they couldn’t go over to ATG, so they stuck with Darius who’d treated them well. Ironically, these same guys later did surrender after Darius’ death and were pardoned because, by then, showing clemency worked better for him than punishment.

Due to time constraints, and the desire of the showrunner to focus on Alexander and Darius, a lot of the details behind the campaign weren’t explored. So to the average reader, it looks like it was just Macedonians deciding to invade Persia because Persia killed Philip, although Philip says before he’s murdered that he wanted Alexander back for the Persian expedition. Not sure the casual viewer caught that. But this isn’t entirely wrong, as it really WAS a Macedonian campaign covered in the sheep’s skin of “Greek revenge.” Nothing is shown of ATG’s Greek campaigns, not even the infamous siege of Thebes because, again, the creators wanted it to be a clash of Macedon and Persia.

Alexander’s career is just so sprawling it’s really impossible to cover everything in limited time. But I hope that helps to contextualize why the Greek mercenaries were killed, and why it was presented as being traitors to the cause.

#asks #Alexander the Great #Alexander: the Making of a God #Greek mercenaries in Persian service #Memnon #The Corinthian League #Philip's campaign of “revenge” against Persia #Alexander's campaign of “revenge” against Persia #ancient Persia #classics #ancient macedonia

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hi my dear!! id like to request an Eddie x reader fluff, where Eddie is ashamed of his scars from the Upside Down, and the reader comforts him 🥰 thank you so much!

Genre: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort

Word count: 1230

A/N: Sorry for the radio silence, gang! Work have been on my case for me to help out since my recovery from covid, and I've been working super hard on that multi-chapter Steddie x reader. Trying to get back into the swing of things now!

It had certainly been a whirlwind year for Edward Munson. Going from grasping at straws to finally graduate, to being a wanted criminal, to fighting a supernatural serial killer, to finally having his name cleared when people realised that Eddie was not at the forefront of whatever powers that be had been affecting the town of Hawkins for years.

Now, he lives his life on his terms, and nobody else's. He took on Lipton House from Reefer Rick, whom he'd visited in prison and had who had told Eddie that he plans to lay low once he's out anyway, so it may as well go to someone he trusts with it.

Eddie runs his business from there, as well as his band's practice and a number of D&D sessions. That's how you'd met him, at first - you'd never been super into the idea, but your best friend had, so you would take them to sessions. You'd drop them off at the door, Eddie would invite you in, you'd politely decline but still the two of you would flirt back and forth until his party would yell after him. One day, you'd finally asked him why he hadn't asked you out yet, and he told you he doesn't go out, and that's why he was always trying to get you to stay. So you did, but not for D&D.

It's not that hanging out with Eddie wasn't fun, it always was. The two of you would take walks along the lake, skip stones across it, take the boat out that Eddie had acquired. Or you'd stay in, watch TV, get high together and listen to him recall his different parties' campaign progress and what he planned to do with them next.

But... All he ever wanted to do with you was kiss. You'd be cuddled up with him, you'd start kissing, and he was always so happy to do it. Smiles between pecks, holding you like you're the most precious thing in his world. But anything beyond that, and he'd freeze up. Trying to kiss anywhere else, trying to move your hands anywhere that wasn't his face or in his hair. He would wriggle away and go back to cuddling again.

Today, you decide to go and talk to him about it, though you're a little unsure about it. You just wish he would open up to you, but every time you try, he simply smiles and tells you nothing could possibly get him down while you're around.

You knock on his door, but there's no answer. You worry. He never leaves. You knock again, more panicked. You keep knocking until you hear a frustrated, "Alright, alright! I'm coming, would you ple- oh! Hello, sweetheart," his demeanour changes completely when he sees you. "Sorry, I wasn't expecting you, I- is everything okay? I'm a little busy -"

"Busy?" you ask, cocking your head. "With what?"

"I - ah, fuck, I can't... The water's gonna get - Alright, fine. Come in, I... I won't be long, I promise." He leads you into his sitting room, and heads off into the bathroom. Just before he goes in, he calls out, "If you hear me make any sound, just ignore it, 'kay?"

You agree to, waiting until you hear it for yourself. He screams and screeches like he's bathing in acid. You can't just stay back here. You run to the bathroom, burst the door open - and see your very shocked, very scared boyfriend looking extremely worse for wear.

You get it now. Why he never wants you to touch him, or do anything that would lead to him being exposed in this way. He's sat in the bathtub, with scars all over his naked body. Scratches, bite marks, you're not sure how to describe them, but they certainly look as though they hurt. Discarded bandages and dressings adorn the floor around the tub. It's been months since the incident that led to the earthquake occurred, but these wounds still look as though they're healing.

"I - I thought I told you to ignore me," Eddie mumbles, not looking at you.

"How could I do that?" you ask, moving over to kneel next to the tub and holding his face in your hand. "C'mere," you take a washcloth that's floating around in the water, and gently dab at the two long scars around his shoulder. He winces under your touch, giving you pause, but he allows you to continue.

"I didn't... Know... What you'd think of... I mean, I hate 'em, so I don't expect you to -"

You gently press a kiss just next to the scars. "How could I hate something that's a part of you?" you ask him softly. Every ounce of disdain you'd had for how he acted around you has disappeared, now you know why.

He leans back and smiles softly, "Smooth." You chuckle, continuing to gently wash each scar that you can reach. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be," you shake your head. "I get it. I'll, uh, give you some privacy for..." you gesture behind you as you maintain eye contact with him, then kiss him sweetly as you stand.

"Won't be long, sweetheart. Promise," he smiles up at you.

"Just - Tell me when you're decent, and I'll come back in and help you wrap everything up again, okay?" you ask, and he nods.

"You got it. I'll meet you in the bedroom, okay?"

You wait outside of the bathroom door, hearing more pained sounds alongside the splashing of a man getting out of the bath. You hold your head in your hands, mentally kicking yourself for ever resenting him for not wanting more from you physically as you make your way up to the bedroom.

He brings you out of your self-deprecating trance by knocking on the bedroom door. You turn, and see him with a towel wrapped around his hips, holding a first aid kit. "I... I think it might actually be better having someone help me with these," he mutters.

"I think so, too," you smile back, taking a gauze and making quick work of wrapping the larger wounds with it. Eddie sits on the bed and tells you which dressings go on which kinds of wounds as you help him to apply them.

Once he's all wrapped up, you step back to admire your handiwork. You make eye contact with Eddie again, and move closer again to kiss him, holding his face in your hands. You kiss his lips once, twice, before moving across to his cheeks, down his neck - avoiding the wrapped areas, down his chest. You kneel on the floor in front of him, kissing every part of exposed skin on his torso you can reach. You look up at him earnestly from where you're sitting, "You may... Hate this body, or whatever, but I love everything about it." He strokes your hair, smiling softly down at you. "So if that means that now I've gotta show it twice as much love to make up for it, then so be it."

"You are... Just... I love you," he sighs happily.

"I love you, too," you grin back, leaning up to kiss him again. Pulling away, your expression becomes much more coy. "And if you want," you start, resting your hand just where the towel connects with itself, "I'd be more than happy to show you just how much."

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine #eddie munson fluff #eddie stranger things #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson #*myfics

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dojae-huh · 6 months

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I'm going to write a sad and serious post, so if you are still in the mood to celebrate NY, please skip it and read later.

Doyoung looked happy during the end of year concert, so, touch wood, he wasn't too affected by the MC scandal. I hope he learnt how to withstand and wait out personal attacks by now. He has been an idol for a long time, and had many a trouble.

I was a bit surprised that only 3 people unsubscribed from me in the past days. Either few subscribers read me regularly, or I successfully weed out the weak ones (I have a high subscribe/unsubscribe rate).

I'm not very eloquent with my words. I often come off too harsh and don't deliver my point of view well. I'm coming back to the topic of online virtue-signalling, "do good" pressure, witch-hunting of idols as I need to clarify a few points.

On the first glance it might seem like I'm behaving like a fan who protects one's bias. Actually, I would defend any idol who is accused of things he/she didn't do/that weren't proven. My opposition is to the mob, to the cancelling culture, to the people who use nice pretext to be awful humans. Their power is strong, they crush not only celebreties, but grind in the mix other fans as well. And I want more people to learn how to withstand this type of bullying into complience with the mob's POV.

The masses are often wrong. And a minority often looks like it represents the opinion of the majority, when in reality media and socmed algorythms just favour loud confrontational people and people who earn being "spokepersons". You don't have to pick a side if you don't want to. You don't need and you actually can't have an opinion on every subject. You can and should hear out people you disagree with or who has bad sides to them (like being a homophobe). A person possessing a bad character or view still stays a source of information you can learn from.

You will be pressured by "well-meaning" people into action "for the cause". Not just pressured - bullied. You won't be given a chance to question the cause, its revelance to you, whether there is a point to it, will the associated campaign bring any positive change really. Swear words, accusations of lacking morale, empathy, threats of being cancelled would be thrown at you if you won't comply. So the task is to learn to see through the wall of trigger words and mass histeria, to be able to ask questions and think and decide for oneself.

I didn't follow the Korean fans vs Indonesian fans fanwar. I don't know the specifics. Still, I can comment on absurdity of (some) Indonesians cancelling a Korean idol over a fastfood brand boycott that has little to do with their country. Indoneasia has an ongoing conflict of their own. Papua wants to become independent and is not allowed to. Killing or rebels - check. Denial of self-identification - check. Indonesians from other islands, other ethnicities, coming to the land and using its resources, starting to live there - check (Indonesia populates Papua with other peoples deliberetely, selling of mining and logging rights to foreign companies is rampant). When I went to YT to look for a video on the conflict, I came across the fact that Indonesia has a migrant issue as well. Rohingya refugees, a muslim minority fleeing Myanmar.

It is the truth that athrocities and injustice happen all over the world at the same time. And not only man-made conflicts. Poverty, ilnesses, nature destruction. People suffer and die constantly. People following online mobs that get into a frenzie after media shines light on a particular issue and bully everyone to do the same are hypocritical. The world is big, people in one part of the world deserve peace and to be preoccupied with their mandane lives, celebrate, even if something bad happens in another part of the world.

When Russia-Ukrainian war started I followed it closely. I listened to commentators from both sides and I was watching the videos from the battleground with burnt corpses in tanks, Ukranian drones releasing explosives on the heads of Russian soldiers, child graves dug on playgrounds, leveled to the ground cities (before and after airial photos), as well as humanitarian and volunteer campaigns, etc. I also read comments and observed the wave of hate Russians were getting online from "well-meaning" people. I was stripped off of the ability to use credit cards abroad, ability to enter several European countries, and other issues. It was a very unstable time when everyting changed every day, I was afraid to be locked in Russia like Soviet people were locked in USSR (it's a real concern among Russians, a new iron wall). Back then I constantly switched between reading about the war and writing silly stuff here on this blog. I didn't write about the war not only because I wanted a space to escape to, but also because it was a local problem. Yes, huge, and affecting the whole world (oil, gas, vegetable oil, wheat, more refugees, the disraption of the "peace" in Europe, etc), but still a conflict people in Indonesia, Thailand, India, South America and so on had the right to avert their eyes from.

Right before New Year Russia (nothing sacred for Putin) sent rockets to several large Ukranian cities. You can see Ukranian k-pop cover groups filming dance covers for YT and think that everyrhing has calmed down, that it's only soldiers who fight on the perifery. Well, no. And Ukraine also sent rockets into a Russian town. On both sides civillians died in the buildings during explosions.

Instead of a NY conglaturation, a political oppositioner on YT I watch released a video with information about a couple of people that died. Turned statistics into stories about individual human beings. You can watch it here, it has English subs. The author asked to forgive him for not being in a celebratory mood, so many commented how they too couldn't celebrate the holiday.

The attack angered me, but I didn't dwell on it. I personally did congratulate all my friends with positive words. And I celebrated. War or not war. I want to live. I want my friends to be successful next year despite actually not knowing their onlook on the conflict (I was hesitant to discuss with some). I don't want Putin and his desire to stay in power to ruin more lives than he already has and will continue to do. Certainly not mine. I have my lane, nature conservation. It is as important as other "fields to do good". And to have any positive impact on the world, firstly I need to stay sane and happy myself. And my friends need to stay sane because they will outlive the dictator and be the part of people who will push for democracy.

To sum it up. Don't fall to the mob's pressure on the internet and don't be quick to judge people, cancel them. Don't delegate thinking and decision making to others. Form your own informed opinions. And don't waste your time on trivial things. Fanwars online don't help anything and anyone. It's action in real life that matters. Even if all you do is being kind to your family and people around you, you still do more good than justice-warriers.

Be kind in 2024.

#notes in the margins #food all around chips all around

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