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bloompompom · 1 year

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Hiiiiii ok ok, idk if I can submit more than one prompt BUT since you are suffering from writers block…

4, 19, 39; Eren ✨ (Tip! I *feel* like there’s a way to combine these prompts into one, single one shot…but you’re the creative genius. I leave this in your capable hands!) 💖

oooohh, i had fun with this one thank you so much. have to say, you're more of the creative genius for this idea :)

4. Awkward kiss 19. Shy kiss 39. Spin the bottle kiss

content: fluff, underage drinking (high schoolers), brief mention of blood (okay i know that sounds out of pocket but i promise it isn't)

Everyone knew you had a crush on Eren. A big, fat crush that had been painfully obvious since the sixth grade, back when you first transferred schools. There wasn't a doubt in anyone's mind that you'd inevitably end up together, even if you weren't as confident. Your friends would go as far as taking bets on when it'd happen—after that biology project you worked on together, after every homecoming or spring formal. Though you never dared to go as each other's date, always with your gang of friends.

But none of them guessed it would take until your junior year of high school before anything—even the most innocent of kisses—to happen.

As fate would have it, your first kiss happened in the most cliché of ways: during a game of spin the bottle.

Your friend Jean's parents were out of town for the weekend. This left Jean with an empty house and unattended liquor cabinets. There were only two rules that night. The first: whatever you drink, replace with water. Second: don't finish off any bottles. If you finish a bottle, then there would be 'evidence,' as he called it.

You only spectated for the first few rounds of beer pong, cozied up on a beanbag in the basement, trying your best to power through your drink. Jean's parents had an interesting selection of liquors, to say the least. Strong enough that you could taste it no matter how much soda you poured into your solo cup.

You were supposed to have your turn. Any minute now, you told yourself. They said you and Eren could play the winners, but every time Sasha and Connie lost, they only demanded a rematch. It almost seemed like they wanted to lose, challenging Jean and Mikasa, the two most skilled players, again and again. Oh, well. The point of the night was to get drunk, wasn't it?

So it came as no surprise to you when Sasha was drunk enough to round everyone up for a good old-fashioned game of spin the bottle.

"Where did you get that bottle from?" Jean questioned. He was suspicious already as it was clearly one of his parents' empty bottles—where else would she have gotten it from? Jean said the rules at least a dozen times, but Sasha was never one to listen.

"Don't worry, Jean Boy," she teased, poking his nose. "I'll toss it in the dumpster behind the gas station on my walk home tonight."

Jean smacked his hand against his forehead. Figuring out a replacement was a problem for future Jean, he supposed, so he joined the rest of your friends circled around on the shaggy carpet.

You didn't really want to play, but there was no harm in it. Sasha had pulled a bottle out and demanded this of you all before. You only had to kiss her once, then your other friend Armin. Nothing came of it other than a tale you could look back on and laugh.

Still, it made you nervous when Eren sat opposite you. He'd never been one to join the game before.

You knew your feelings for him, and you knew them well, which made it all the more difficult for you when it was his turn. You tried your best not to look at him. You couldn't. You didn't want people to think you were interested in who he'd have to kiss, and you certainly didn't want them to think you were jealous. Because of course you weren't jealous. What reason did you have to be jealous if he had to kiss—

Sasha announced your name. You focused your zoned-out vision and saw the bottle pointed straight at you. You followed up the length of it until you met Eren's eyes, already fastened onto you.

There weren't any oh's and ah's like there had been for previous rounds. Everyone was silent, wide-eyed, and unsure of what to do next. It felt comparable to stumbling upon a timid deer. Do you dare come any closer and risk it darting back into the forest?

Yes, you were the deer, and that was exactly what you wanted to do. It must have been apparent on your face, too, because Eren was quick to jump in.

"Guys, seriously. We're not going to kiss." He laughed it off but not well before looking at you again. "'Cause that would be weird... right?"

"That's not the game!" Connie booed. He threw his empty cup at Eren's head but missed terribly.

Your stomach curled. There it was, as clear as day. Eren thought it would be weird to kiss you. You had to find your voice, though. You couldn't let that shake you.

"No, he's right," you said. Not as confidently as you hoped. It was but a whisper—one that was marked with disappointment.

Even with just those few, measly words, the room shifted.

"N-not because kissing you would be weird," Eren corrected, practically a sputtering ramble. "It's just that, like, you'd be uncomfortable." He ran a hand through his hair. He was growing it out, falling just past his ears and into his eyes. "And I, you know, didn't want you to be uncomfortable. That's all."

It was a back-and-forth, like the game of beer pong you watched earlier. The ball was back in your court; every pair of eyes locked onto you.

"I wouldn't be uncomfortable," you quietly said. You gave a shrug. "It's just a game."

It was painful because everyone—every soul in the room—knew it wasn't just a game. Not for you, at least.

Eren gulped, soft enough that no one but him noticed. "Okay then. Yeah. Just a game."

You scooted toward the center of the circle. Eren followed, stopping once there was no more than a foot between you, just enough to fit the bottle.

There was a lengthy silence. It was filled with bated breath, like everyone's chests were clenched in anticipation. God, leave it to your friends to make this more awkward than it needed to be, let alone pressure Eren into kissing you. You thought agreeing to the kiss would be the easier option, but it was only proving to be humiliating.

Eren leaned into you, shifting his weight into the heel of his palm pressed into the carpet. You watched the green of his eyes near you until you couldn't anymore, with his mouth mere inches from yours. And when he spoke, you felt the heat of his breath, the scent of liquor.

"This okay?" Eren whispered, low enough that only you'd hear it. One last check-in because there was no doubt he heard the thumping in your chest.

You nodded wordlessly.

You let him move closer, your eyes fluttering shut. It'd be strange to keep your eyes open, right? Or was closing your eyes too intimate?

Oh my God, you couldn't bear it for another second. Why was Eren taking so long?

Was he nervous?

Just as you opened your eyes, there was pressure at the back of your head. Before you could distinguish it, your face was shoved into Eren's. It was a collision of noses, smushed lips, and teeth.

Yeah, definitely teeth. It was loud.

Around you, there was a collective, "Connie!"

"What?" Connie, the culprit, exclaimed. "They were takin' too long!"

You pulled away, brows scrunched over your eyes as you checked to see if you chipped a front tooth. You didn't but fuck, you felt it, a sharp throbbing in your gums.

When you glanced up at Eren, he was already staring at you. He appeared just as taken aback by the whole thing, frantically apologizing to you as he brought a hand to your shoulder.

He had no reason to apologize. Surely, he was just as banged up at you. And you were about to tell him just that when he remarked, "You're bleeding."

You held your hand out and saw your fingertips were stained red. You knew you had bumped him hard, but was it really that bad?

"It's fine," you assured, trying to stand. Your ears buzzed with the countless voices scolding Connie under their breaths. 'I don't know what I did wrong,' he drunkenly defended.

Eren stood and offered you a hand. You didn't know what to do but take it, allowing him to pull you to your feet.

"Let me help," he said, his voice still shaky. He looked past you, over to Jean. "Do you have a first-aid kit or something?"

"We have ice packs in the freezer," Jean replied.

Eren's hand was still around yours. You slipped from his grasp before you followed him upstairs.

In the kitchen, you waited silently as Eren searched through the Kirstein's freezer before finding a little blue ice pack. He wrapped it in a paper towel and then turned to you, lowering as he leaned in to inspect your lip.

"I got you good there, huh?" He threw in a feeble chuckle. It didn't last long before he sighed, heavily, like he had been holding onto it for a while. "I'm really, really sorry."

"It's okay, Eren. I promise," you said earnestly. You pressed the ice against your lip, wiping away the blood on the paper towel. "It's not your fault that Connie's an idiot."

Eren chuckled, for real this time. "I can't argue with that."

You smiled back at him, modest and closed-mouthed. You didn't know what to say; you were just looking at each other. Your words were stolen off your tongue the second you realized how close you and Eren were. You felt your pulse again, in your throat this time.

Eren brought a hand to your face. He didn't touch your cheek but closed his hand over yours, lowering it so he could see you—have access to you.

"I guess what I'm trying to say is," he said, slowly drawing it out. His face was now visibly flushed pink, like you hadn't seen before. "I'm sorry that the first time I kissed you was like that."

And before you had the chance to say anything, Eren kissed you then, full on the mouth, like he'd been wanting to for years.

#eren x reader #eren fluff #asks #sorry this became so long #its definitely the three prompts and TOTALLY not my long-windedness #thank you for the ask!!!

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duhragonball · 15 days

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JoJolion Ch.7-11

I checked, but I don't think Daiya is talking about "Roundabout" in this scene. Anyway, this is the "California King Bed" arc.

I don't want to spend too much time on the part where Josuke meets the Higashikata family, because they'll each get some time in the spotlight soon enough, starting with Daiya. This car ride to their mansion pretty much sets the tone, though. Norisuke Higashikata IV is the head of the household, and he acts like a vapid asshole some of the time, only to drop his facade now and then to reveal a quieter, darker side of himself.

Here, he asks Josuke whether he likes stuffed animals better than robot toys, and tries to psychoanalyze him based on his pick, which is the sort of thing a bullshit personality quiz on the internet would do. He takes his shoes off when he rides in the car, and apparently Josuke does the same, so he tries to bond over that. Yasuho takes her shoes off in solidarity, but no one seems to notice.

Also, he keeps trying to take pictures while he's driving, so he just comes across like a total clown.

But once they get home and the introductions are made, Norisuke takes him aside and sets some ground rules for Josuke's residence here. First, he has to look after his daughter Daiya, who is legally blind. I don't think she's completely blind, but her vision is pretty far gone by this point. Second, he tells Josuke never to go to the upstairs room. He doesn't even want him on the staircase, for that matter.

There's something kind of sinister about the whole thing, and the way he tells Josuke that "what I say goes". And this sets the tone for the whole family. Hato is some kind of fashion model, and pretty vain about it. Joshuu's a belligerent incel fool. Jobin ditches the family altogether before Norisuke can take a family picture with Josuke in it. The photo is a fiasco in itself, because Joshuu gets upset about having to cede the center of the picture to Josuke, and then Josuke wants Yasuho to be in the photo so she won't feel left out, and then Norisuke calls off the whole thing when he realizes Jobin's left.

Also, when Yasuho leaves the property to go home, their maid, Kyo Nijimura, passes along a message from Norisuke, warning Yasuho to never darken their door again. He doesn't want her tempting Joshuu with her feminine wiles, and he threatens consequences for her family if she tries to contact Josuke. Yasuho doesn't know what to make of this.

The joke's on Norisuke, though, because Yasuho's family is in pretty bleak shape anyway. She returns home to find her mother passed out drunk with a hickey, and she leaves the house in shame. She doesn't know where to go or what to do, and then she finds she got a letter back from a private lab that does DNA testing.

When they found Kira's corpse in the last arc, Yasuho didn't trust the police to investigate his connection with Josuke, so Yasuho took DNA swabs from both of them. I'm kind of impressed that she not only thought to do this, but collected the samples on the fly. Anyway, she sent them off to a lab for analysis, and report says that both samples are from the same person. This makes no sense, but as Yasuho gets how her phone to complain to the lab, she notices the photo she took of Kira's body, and the symbol on his right wrist. She remembers having seen it in her childhood, when she and Jobin used to play at the Higashikata house.

And Josuke has made the same connection, as he spotted the same symbol on the handrail of the Forbidden Staircase.

But Josuke has to deal with Daiya Higashikata first. So she's a music lover, with a particular fondness for prog bands like Yes. She claims to like Queen, but I know she's a fake Queen fan because she doesn't know the words to "Bicycle Race". But it gets worse.

So Daiya contradicts her father's instructions and tells Josuke not to make a fuss over her. In fact, she warns him against acting unnaturally, or getting worked up about her at all. To prove her point, she tries to pour herself tea, and Josuke sees she's not even over the cups, so he moves them into position. But this was a test to see if he was listening. Daiya knew where the cups were, but Josuke's overreaction triggers what she calls "a land mine". In fact, this activates her Stand, California King Bed.

Now, I'm not quite clear on how it works, but the upshot is that California King Bed plucks out a memory from the victim and turns it into a chess piece that Daiya can collect and "experience" for herself. It's sort of like Whitesnake from JoJo Part 6, but not exactly.

However, it seems like part of the Stand's power involves creating the illusion of a grotesque wound on Daiya's leg. Like, you can see bone in there, that's how bad it looks. Josuke thinks it's a burn, which is ridiculous. I think the idea is that the illusion wound is supposed to stimulate feelings of guilt and worry over Daiya, which facilitates the memory extraction. The thing is, she uses this power on Josuke three times, but the wound illusion only happens once.

Anyway, the first memory she takes is the symbol Josuke noticed. This upsets him, because he considered it an important clue to solving the mystery of his identity, but now he can't remember what it was or why he thought it was important.

Daiya explains her power to him in the interests of fairness, so I guess this is like a game to her. She says she fell into the "faults" where the Wall Eyes rose up. Soon after that, her vision got worse, but she developed her power, which she calls a "Stand". This seems to confirm that the Wall Eyes, or at least the fault line they emerged from, are somehow responsible for these characters getting Stands. I think the common theme is that you fall into or onto one of them. Josuke had that bite mark on him when Yasuho found him, and then Joshu pushed Yasuho to the ground in chapter 1, and then Josuke knocked him out soon after that, and they both developed the same bite marks. Now we see Daiya probably experienced the same thing when she was 2 or 3 years old.

I guess her blindness is just part of the Stand's ability? Either that or she suffered some injury that damaged her vision when she fell.

The important point is that she plans to steal Josuke's memories one by one, so he basically has to do exactly as she bids, or she'll make him forget everything else but his duty to her. Also she wants to seduce him, so that's a thing.

She does tell him that her Stand has one weakness. If she steps on his shadow, the effect is canceled and the stolen memories return to him. So Josuke tries to trick her by turning off the light in her walk-in closet, which will allow the bedroom light to cast his shadow into the closet where she's standing. His own Stand, Soft and Wet, is useful for silencing the sound of the light switch, but it doesn't work. Somehow, Daiya figures it out. Maybe she can hear the faint electrical hum in the light bulbs. As she confirms this, Josuke realizes he's in deep shit, so he tries to call Yasuho on Daiya's cell phone to get help. But it's too late, Daiya catches him on the light switch, and she removes another memory, this time of Yasuho herself.

From here, Daiya tries to seduce Josuke, and it almost works, but he's sure that there was something important he had to do, so he's not quite putty in her hands just yet. Meanwhile, Norisuke sees them in bed through her open door (!), and he's furious at first. Then he decides that he's cool with it, because this means Daiya will completely enslave him, which suits his plans.

Daiya tries to go on a bike ride with Josuke, and they meet Yasuho on their way out. Daiya can't see her, and Josuke no longer recognizes her, which Yasuho finds suspicious. Okay, here's my beef. She says she wants to sing "Bicycle Race" with him while they ride, but she wants to do the part where he says "I like my bicycle better than Star Wars".

Those are not the words, dammit. They weren't the words in 1978, when Queen released the album "Jazz". They weren't the words in 2011, when this story is set, and they weren't the words in 2017, the last time I complained about this. It goes:

You say black, I say white You say bark, I say bite You say shark, I say hey man Jaws was never my scene And I don't like Star Wars

Get it right, Daiya.

Anyway, Josuke makes another attempt to get her to step in his shadow. He uses Soft and Wet to throw his voice so it sounds like he's behind her telling her which way to steer the bike, when in fact he's hanging from a tree, I guess hoping she'll bike over his shadow? It doesn't work because she can't feel him holding on behind her. So she takes a third memory, this time of Soft and Wet. Josuke still has his Stand, but now he doesn't remember that he has one or how to use it. Ouch.

Daiya thinks she's won, since Josuke has no way to protect himself from her ability, but there's just one more loose end. Her phone rings, and it's coming from the refrigerator. Seems Josuke hid the phone in there earlier while she wasn't looking.

So Daiya orders Josuke to get it for her and close the door. She plans to answer the phone, and if it's Yasuho calling him back from before, then she intends to destroy his captured memories, deleting them permanently. Josuke can only follow instructions, but...

He left a soap bubble active when he hid the phone earlier. Yeah, he doesn't remember Soft and Wet now, but he did when he set this up. That bubble imitated the sound of him closing the fridge door, and so Daiya didn't notice that the fridges light was still casting Josuke's shadow near her feet. Check and mate.

Josuke gets all his memories back and takes the call. He thanks Yasuho for calling him back and says he'll call her in a minute. As for Daiya, she concedes defeat and asks Josuke if he loves her, and he's like "No, your kind of a creep, but you're honest at least." He says he'll like her better if she lets him have her phone from now on, and if she agrees not to tell anyone about him going into the room on the second floor. Then he gives Daiya a little of the ol' Josuke Sugar on the cheek to seal the deal. Daiya never had a chance.

This works out well for Josuke, because Norisuke thinks that Daiya is controlling him, when it's actually the other way around. The next morning he goes to the... I guess only bathroom in this entire mansion? He has a shave in front of Joshuu and Hato. He shaves his face like he's some sort of deranged maniac, but his Soft and Wet powers make it work. The side-effect is that all of the stubble on his face gets transferred to Joshuu and Hato. Oops.

Finally, Josuke and Daiya go into the upstairs room, which is a study full of old books. The symbol is that of a publisher, and it matches a book written by Norisuke Higashita I, the patriarch of the Higashikata Family. The book is a chronicle of the Steel Ball Run race from 1890-91. This was a transcontinental race held in the United States, and Norisuke I got second prize. He returned to Japan soon afterward and invested the money in the fruit importing business, which then led to the rise of the Higashikata Family's prosperity in the 21st Century.

The book also contains a family tree, and Josuke notices that Yoshikage Kira's name is on it. Turns out Norisuke I had a daughter, Rina, who married an American named Johnny Joestar, and Kira was their great-great grandson. So that gives Josuke a clue about the connection between the Higashikatas and Kira. He looks up other names on the Joestar wing of the family tree, but the only one he can track down is Kira's mother, Holly Joestar Kira, an ophthalmologist. So now he's going to see if he can find her and see what she knows.

You know, it's funny. I haven't kept up with Part 9, but I do know that some other names have been added to this family tree. Jodio and Dragona Joestar, and maybe their parents, are still out there, although they probably wouldn't know anything about Kira or any of this business. Also, they're in Hawaii or whatever, and that's probably what Josuke means here when he says his searches show that he won't find the rest of Kira's family. It's not that Holly is the only one left, but she's the only one that he can track down in Morioh.

And that's pretty much it as far as Daiya is concerned. I think there was a time when JoJolion first started, when Daiya was viewed as a much more central character to this story. This was probably because she was the second enemy Josuke had to defeat, and the first one he converted over to his side. And people probably liked her design. But after this arc, she really doesn't have much to do in the rest of the story. I mean, maybe I'm forgetting a scene, but I remember being pretty surprised that she never did anything after this. Oh well.

#jojo's bizarre adventure #jojolion #jo2uke higashikata #yasuho hirose #daiya higashikata #norisuke higashikata iv #hato higashikata #joshuu higashikata #bicycle races are coming your way so forget all your duties oh yeah #fat bottomed girls will be riding today so look out for those beauties oh yeah #on your mark #get set #go!

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officialaemondtargaryen · 2 years

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#130 and/or #147 if you're still taking Eddie requests this weekend? After that season finale I just need to read something heart achingly sweet and tender in a declaring his love for the first time type situation. I was really caught off guard by how much I ended up loving his character. Thank you!!!

Prompts: (30) "I'll keep you safe" and (147) "Tell me again"

Characters: Eddie Munson x Fem!Henderson!Reader

Word Count: 8,712

Warnings: Spoilers for Vol. 1 of season 4 if you have not watched it yet (what are you even doing here?) though some things don’t 100% match up with the show. There’s some cursing, a lot of pining, and it is kind of angsty.

A/N: First, just thank you for this request because I truly enjoyed writing this for you. Second, I hope you love it. Third, buckle up because it's a long one. Fourth, check out the songs that were on repeat while writing this below!

Playlist: 1, 2, 3, 4

You never meant to get caught up in all of this.

But Dustin- he was your brother, after all. You had his back no matter what, through thick and thin; bullies, forgotten lunch money, a ride to and from the arcade. Whatever Dustin needed, you were there. Including when he, and all of his friends, came to you for help with a problem of the other-worldly variety.

You had your suspicions for a while that Dustin and his friends were up to no good, but you just assumed it was a very elaborate D&D campaign. You definitely didn't expect your sweet, intelligent, little brother to tell you that he had found an interdimensional species of slug that turned into a monster and ate your mother's cat and was now on the loose.

But when he did, you did what any big sister would do.

You had his back.

Still, there was always a feeling in the pit of your stomach- the waiting for the other shoe to drop when things began to feel normal again. Yet, despite everything that you and your friends had been through since then, there was a collective hopefulness that maybe- just this once- things would get better.

You had met Eddie Munson about six months ago when Dustin asked you to come and watch one of the Hellfire Club's campaigns. The eccentric Dungeon Master gave him shit for inviting his big sister along and made sure to point out that there was a very strict 'no spectators allowed' rule.

"Relax, who do you think even taught this loser how to play in the first place? I'm only here to make sure my little brother isn't getting clowned by some posers who aren't deserving of his skills."

Your friendship was pretty set in stone from that moment on, and the two of you grew incredibly close incredibly fast. The relationship that you had with Eddie was special. It was normal, grounding, and you cherished him for being able to make you forget about all the dark shit you had been through that you longed to forget about. Which, inevitably, led you to spend what was probably way too much time with him.

There was so much that you couldn't tell him, and he knew that you weren't being completely open; and in true Eddie fashion, he was a little too open to compensate for it. When he'd wake you out of a nightmare or notice you flinching when he made a sudden movement, or maybe you were zoning out again, he couldn't help but wonder what it was that you were keeping to yourself.

The rules of the party forbid you to tell anyone, it was pretty much the number one and most important rule- which was broken, quite often, depending on the circumstances. So you don't tell him. You can't. He would never believe you, anyways. He'd think you had just gotten too high again and were trying to give him ideas for a new campaign. But that was okay because Eddie didn't need to know. He was so incredibly innocent and sweet and you knew that if you brought him into that kind of world, it would only cast a shadow on the light that was him.

That wasn't the only thing you were holding back from him, though.

You remembered the exact moment that you fell in love with Eddie Munson. You remember the realization of your discovery hitting you like a tidal wave as if it were just yesterday; sitting on his bed, legs crossed underneath you, shuffling through an old milk crate of records to find something to put on. That was your typical day after school; Eddie would take you back to his trailer, he'd make something quick for you both to eat- because God knows the Hawkins High cafeteria food was not worth eating, you'd help him with his homework, and he'd get you super high.

As you thumbed through record after record, and cassette tape after cassette tape- countless metal bands, some of which you had never heard of- something caught your attention. Your brows furrowed together as Eddie's soft voice carried through the trailer and you leaned over to glance down the hallway. He was in the kitchen, making boxed macaroni and cheese and quietly humming the words to your favorite song.

The moment you saw him rounding the corner down the hallway with two bowls in hand, you snapped back to your place on his bed, pretending you had never taken your attention off of his records. The smile on your face, however, gave you away instantly.

"What's got you smilin'?" He asked, proudly handing you the top-tier mid-afternoon snack he had just whipped up.

You shook your head, "I thought you hated Journey?" You questioned nonchalantly with a shrug of your shoulders. "You said they weren't real rock n' roll."

He rolled his eyes and tilted his head to the side before shoving a forkful of macaroni in his mouth. "Yeah, well," he said while chewing. "You like them."

You weren't sure why you had never noticed it before, but when you looked at him in that moment with his hair pulled back in a low bun, sunlight streaming through half-closed blinds casting a pale, peach glow across his soft features and illuminating the silver chain around his neck, it was as clear as ever: you were in love with him. The feeling terrified you, so much so that, not only did you immediately get up and leave his trailer that day, but you didn’t see or speak to him for two whole weeks; coming up with every excuse in the book to avoid him.

The problem was that you were, well, you. You were t-shirts and ripped jeans that were a little too long, unkempt hair, and a snarky attitude. You were the best friend, not the girlfriend, and you didn’t want whatever feelings that were blooming in the pit of your stomach to ruin what was the best friendship that you had ever known. So avoiding Eddie Munson like the fucking plague was the best idea that you had until those feelings began to subside.

Only they didn’t. They grew and grew until it felt like you were drowning every time you were around him. And that was a real problem, because Eddie only liked girls that were way out of his league; girls that didn’t want boxed macaroni and cheese or would scrunch up their noses in disgust at the sight of his mattress. He liked short skirts and girls who wore make-up. And the pain you felt every time he smirked or batted his big, beautiful eyes in a cheerleader’s direction was going to be the death of you, that you knew.

"Have you talked to Eddie today?" Dustin asked you after throwing open your bedroom door without even bothering to knock. Max was standing closely behind him in the hallway outside of your room. You knew them both well enough to know that the looks on their faces were anything but good.

"No, why?" You asked.

It was pretty early on the first day of Spring Break, so it wasn't surprising that Eddie hadn't called or been by your house. He was probably sleeping in. Dustin didn't say anything else, he immediately turned on his heel and started marching towards the front door with Max in tow, spewing off nonsense that you couldn't quite comprehend.

"Dustin," you said sternly, having no choice but to follow them. "What's going on?"

"I'll explain on the way," he replied and tossed the car keys towards you. "Let's go!"

Your mind was swimming as Dustin mouthed off all of the possible scenarios that would put Chrissy Cunningham and Eddie in the same vicinity. He kept prodding you with questions being that you knew him better than anyone; about his love life, did he have any other family, where would he go if he needed to get away? But your mind was scrambled, a thousand thoughts firing all at once- all you could say was, "I don't know".

Robin and Steve weren't too thrilled to see the three of you. From past experience, more than three party members busting through the doors of their workplace usually spelled trouble. Dustin immediately went to work on getting a list of the phone numbers of all of the people that he knew who knew Eddie. Max filled Robin and Steve in on the newest mission. And you, well, you sat on a step stool behind the counter and tried not to have a panic attack- or vomit, either one.

This was your best friend and now the number one suspect in a murder investigation. You knew how to handle monsters but you weren't quite sure how to get a grip on what exactly was happening. One thing was certain, to at least you and Dustin- Eddie was completely innocent. Steve mentioned that you should get the cops involved, but getting the cops involved- having Max as the last person besides Eddie to see Chrissy alive, and witnessing Eddie fleeing the scene of the crime meant certain doom for your best friend.

"We're not calling the cops, Steve." you seethed as you stood up from the step stool; your face red from rubbing your hands over your cheeks and eyes to keep yourself from crying. Everyone collectively stopped talking and looked at you. "I know where Rick lives, it's out by Lover's Lake. He's currently locked up, but he trusts Eddie so he would watch the house for him, or whatever. He would take me out there with him sometimes."

Eddie had been hiding for almost twenty-four hours. He hadn't slept, he was on edge, terrified that even breathing too heavy meant that someone was going to find him. And when he jumped out from underneath that tarp with a broken beer bottle and held it to Steve's neck, you saw the fear in his eyes. But when he looked around that dingy room and his eyes met yours, you could also see that weight being lifted off of his chest.

There you were.

He released his grip on Steve and you stepped forward, pulling Eddie into your arms and down to the floor, cradling him. He was so visibly shaken that it made your heart sink. His lips quivered as he took in his surroundings. Just moments ago, he was scared for his life and hiding under a tarp, and now he was surrounded by a bunch of people that he barely knew, still scared for his life, but now you were there and to him, that was enough.

You silently rubbed circles into Eddie's back as he recounted the events of the night before. You stayed quiet at his side as Dustin tried to explain the history of madness that seemed to loom over your small town. Eddie looked at you every so often, trying to verify if what your little brother was saying was the truth, and you'd slightly nod; knowing that you'd have your chance to further explain later.

Once the others left, it was just you and Eddie. You had been alone with him before, countless times, but this time it was different. This time, it was Eddie who was looking to you to keep him safe, instead of the other way around. You paced the floor of the boathouse, looking for supplies, things that could be made into weapons, anything useful. You were able to find a couple of flashlights, a small heater, a can of gasoline, a hammer, and a boathook; not to mention Steve's oar, which could definitely be used to knock someone out, if needed. Eddie sat on the ground in the same spot he had been for the last hour and a half. His arms were wrapped around his legs and he was rocking slightly back and forth as he fidgeted with the rings on his hands. You opened the small fridge that Rick used to store extra beer and pulled a couple of cold bottles out, handing one to your friend.

"So you've dealt with this kind of thing before?" He asked before twisting off the bottle's cap and taking a swig. It seemingly seemed to calm his nerves momentarily.

You sat opposite him, in front of him so that he could see your face- and see your truth- when you told him. You started at the very beginning, with Will and Hawkins Lab. You told him about everything; Eleven's powers, when Dustin came to you about Dart, the Russians at Starcourt Mall, Billy Hargrove, how half of the town had been possessed and didn't really die in a mall fire. He watched as you recounted your memories, brown eyes filled with concern as you described the things you had seen. A silence fell over you once you had finished, your eyes glued to the rickety floorboards of the boathouse as you waited for his response.

"I promise you that whatever this is, Dustin- he'll figure it out. He somehow always does." You said quietly. “In the meantime, I’ll keep you safe.”

"I trust you," he said and shifted his body so that he was sitting next to you. "You have no idea how- how relieved I was to see you."

You looked up at him, his dark eyes gazing softly down at you through thick lashes, and hoped that he couldn’t hear the thundering sound of your heart pounding in your chest. You wanted to say something, but all of the words were getting stuck in the back of your throat and your mouth had become dry. So you gave him a small smile and took another sip of your beer, ignoring the feeling of false hope bubbling in your chest. The last thing you needed was to half convince yourself that Eddie’s words were any indication that he might have felt the same way. He had just been through a trauma, and he was happy to have his friend by his side, that was all.

The flash of headlights passed over the ceiling of the boathouse and disappeared just as quickly. Eddie tore his eyes away from yours, anxiously looking around the dark space. You placed a hand on his thigh to level his nerves. “Hey, it’s okay,” you whispered. “You picked a pretty good hiding spot.” Your soft words seemed to work and he let out a deep sigh, leaning his body into yours and resting his head on your shoulder. "Get some sleep, okay?" You told him and felt him nod against your shoulder. "Tomorrow is a different day."

"Hey," he whispered after a few moments of silence. "Please don't leave."

"Wouldn’t dream of it."

The next morning, you were still in the same place- ass sore, legs numb, but you wouldn't have moved from that spot if someone had paid you a million dollars to do it. You were at least thankful that you were able to reach your novel out of your bag without waking the shaggy-haired boy currently using your shoulder as a pillow. He stirred softly before lifting his head and croaking out a, "good morning." It was almost nine o'clock, the sun was shining out over the lake, and you were sure that it wouldn't be long before you heard Dustin over the walkie. Eddie fingered the crust out of his eyes and looked out to the lake. You couldn't see it, but you knew that the reflection of the sun on the water was dancing across those beautiful brown eyes of his.

"D'you sleep at all?" He asked, turning his attention back to you. You shook your head and his brows pulled together, forehead wrinkling beneath his tousled bangs. "You stayed up all night?"

"My dear, Edward, I had to make sure that someone didn’t come to take you in the night.”

"Still," he replied with a small smile, crossing his legs underneath him before standing up.

"I’ll be okay,” you replied with a shrug.

He was standing at the edge of the boathouse, staring out at the water; a gentle breeze lightly picked up the ends of his hair. You heard a small sigh escape his lips. “Do you remember when we used to come out here?” He asked, glancing back at you with lips turned up at the corners in the sweetest little smile. You stood to your feet and stretched your arms over your head before joining him at his side. “We’d stay up for hours just watching the way the wind blew over the water.”

Once again, that pesky feeling began to creep into your chest. You cleared your throat, “we should probably figure out where Dustin is.” Eddie’s smile faltered just slightly before he nodded his head.

Almost on queue, your brother, followed by Max, Robin, and Steve flew through the boathouse door, holding bags of snacks and drinks. You and Eddie both jumped back from each other and you heard Eddie mumble something about there being beer, but being that you were the only one with a fake ID, you knew there wouldn't be any. Instead, in true Dustin Henderson fashion, there was Yoo-hoo and a hearty variety of sugary and savory snacks.

However, as great as the snacks he brought were, your brother didn’t bring the best of news. The police were looking for Eddie. He was their number one suspect, but they hadn't released his name to the public, yet. A silver lining. Yet, it was only a matter of time before they found him, and the timetable was quickly moving up.

That same day there was another murder; another student from Hawkins High.

It was too close to the boathouse for your liking, so you all agreed that Eddie would be safer elsewhere. And for the first time in months, Steve’s parents were actually home and not on some kind of cruise or business trip. Robin’s mother worked from home, so that was a no-go. And, well, Max lived in the trailer park, so that left the Henderson residence- which, if you were being honest, it should have never been a debate in the first place. Eddie was always welcome at your house. Your mother loved him, but you knew that she probably wouldn’t love the idea of harboring a fugitive. That was okay, though, because you had snuck him into your bedroom at least a dozen times on the nights that you couldn’t sleep and she was none the wiser.

So you all split up; Dustin and the rest of the group heading off with Nancy to follow some leads to see if they could find a connection to the murders, and you with Eddie. In the past you had usually found yourself right in the thick of whatever plan the Party had come up with, doing whatever you needed to do to save your brother and your friends, but Dustin wasn’t a kid anymore- none of you were. A part of you was thankful that you weren't going head-to-toe with about a thousand, razor sharp teeth and four-inch-long claws. You couldn’t help but worry about your little brother, though, whenever the two of you were separated, no matter how much you trusted Steve to keep him safe.

“He’ll be okay,” Eddie whispered, nudging you with his elbow.

You made Eddie ride in the trunk back to your house. Hawkins was a small town, and the drive from Rick’s to your place went straight through downtown- no way were you going to risk him being seen. Your mother’s car was in the driveway and the faint glow of the television illuminated the living room with a blue hue. Eddie snuck around the back of your house to your bedroom window where you’d meet him inside, it was dark, so you weren’t too worried about your neighbors seeing him. You went in through the front door, making small talk with your mom. You made some excuse about being tired before heading down the hallway to your room. She called after you, letting you know she was going to bed and reminded you of the leftovers in the fridge.

Eddie was already sitting on your bed by the time you opened your bedroom door. He opened his mouth to say something, but you held your finger up to your lips. Seconds later, you could hear your mother’s footsteps passing by your door to her own room at the end of the hall.

“Give it ten minutes and she’ll be snoring so loud you can hear it from outside.” You whispered faintly. Eddie smiled. “Did you want to take a shower?” He nodded his head. “Okay, I’ll go get the water started for you and heat you up some lasagna while you’re in there.”

He held two thumbs up in agreement and you quietly snuck out of your room to the bathroom across the hall. Your mother liked everything pink; much to you and Dustin’s disdain. The towels were pink, the washcloths, the fluffy toilet seat cover, the rug, the walls, the soap, everything. You draped one of those towels over the rack next to the shower and turned on the hot water, a cloud of thick steam rising in the air. You tiptoed over to your mother’s door and pressed your ear to the cool wood. She was snoring, perfect.

“She’s out,” you said a little louder than a whisper when you entered back into your room. “Hot water’s going for you. I think I have-” you tapped your index finger on your lips as you stepped over to your dresser, digging through the bottom drawer to pull out one of Eddie’s t-shirts and a pair of your dad’s old sweatpants. “Here we go.”

You tossed the clothes over to Eddie. “I’ve been looking for this shirt.”

“Sorry about that,” you couldn’t help but blush. “I was meaning to get it back to you.” That was a lie.

“Thanks, Y/N,” He said, standing up and taking a few long strides to where you were standing by the door. He was so close you could smell the lingering scent of cigarettes and cheap cologne. “I really appreciate this.”

You nodded and swallowed the knot in your throat, “of course, Eddie. You don’t have to thank me. I’d do anything for you, you know that.”

“Yeah,” he replied with a smile with his hand on the doorknob. “Yeah, I do.”

He turned the knob and disappeared out of your room and into the bathroom. You let out the breath that you didn’t know you were holding, and it took a few moments to collect yourself before you slipped into the kitchen to heat up a heaping plate of lasagna; making sure to pull it out of the microwave before the timer went off. Eddie stalked into the kitchen shortly after, and you almost laughed at the sight of his head wrapped in a fluffy, pink towel. He stuck his tongue out at you before taking his seat at the kitchen table. It didn’t take long before he had scarfed down all of the pasta on his plate, whispering in between bites how great of a cook your mother was and how thankful he was for you.

After you had washed the plate and glass that he had used, you returned to your bedroom where Eddie had made himself a small pallet on the floor out of spare blankets and throw pillows.

“What are you doing?” You asked and he looked up at you in confusion.

“Sleeping on the floor?” He answered in a question, because it had been what he had always done.

You shook your head, “I’m not going to let you sleep on the floor.”

“But-” He stammered, almost as if he was nervous, as he motioned to your twin size bed.

“Just get in the bed, Munson.” You chuckled.

“Y-yes ma’am.” Eddie situated himself behind you, stiff in his movements, not wanting to make the wrong move. There truly wasn’t enough room for his lengthy limbs. “Uh- is- is this okay?” He asked and draped his arm around your middle.

You prayed he couldn’t hear your heart; it was beating so hard and fast that it felt as if it was about to burst out of your chest. His body was so warm pressed against yours, and he was completely pressed against you in your tiny bed. Thankfully your back was to him or you’d be instantly given away by the red hot blush on your cheeks. All you could do was nod your head in reply to him, afraid that if you spoke you’d end up confessing your love to him when all you wanted to say was, “of course”.

Despite your close friendship with him, you’d never physically been this close to him- aside from piggyback rides or hugs. Even if it was only due to the current circumstances, you relished in the feeling of being in Eddie’s arms. Soft, warm breaths fanned over the back of your neck as he nodded off, pulling you closer as he shifted in his sleep.

The next morning, you woke up with your head on his chest and a leg draped over his; he still held you flush against him. You were awakened by the sound of the front door closing, signaling your mother had left for work. Pale yellow morning sunlight illuminated your bedroom, casting lines and shadows along your walls. You moved slightly and Eddie was stirring awake, a small groan bubbled up from his throat as he stretched his legs. He looked down at you through his lashes and smiled softly. You could kiss him, God knows you wanted to; with his frizzy hair and half-lit eyes and that stupid grin on his face that you loved so much.

“Good morning.” His voice was a whisper.

“Mornin’,” you smiled back.

“That was probably the best night’s sleep I have had in a while.”

“The bed wasn’t too small?” You asked and he shook his head. “Better than sleeping on the floor?”

“Definitely better than sleeping on the floor. I can’t even believe that you would try and suggest that last night. Haven’t I been through enough?” He joked and you scoffed at him, elbowing him in the side. “I motion for sharing the bed every time.”

You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth to keep from smiling so big your cheeks would probably split and hoped that you weren’t being completely obvious. “You want some breakfast?”

“Mm, yes please.” He replied, turning his face into your pillow.

You got up and stretched before heading out into the kitchen. “Let’s see,” you hummed as you rummaged through the cabinets. “I’ve got pancakes, eggs, some sausage, and- cereal.” You called back to him. “Oh, there’s poptarts, too.”

“Are there chocolate chips?” He asked, coming into the kitchen.

“There are!” You replied pulling out a ZipLoc bag full.

“I’ll take chocolate chip pancakes,” he sounded just like a little kid as he propped himself up on the counter. “Can I help put the chips in?”

Eddie, who really only knew how to make things that only required stirring it a few times, was enamored by you cooking breakfast. He watched, with saucer-sized eyes as you measured out your ingredients and whisked everything together. Every so often he’d ask what you were doing next or how you learned how to cook between popping chocolate chips in his mouth. As promised, you let him sprinkle the chocolate chips into the pancakes once you got a few into the pan. He carefully placed the chocolate morsels into the batter in the shape of a smiley face, or a heart, or a star. You even let him try his hand at flipping one, which he, sort of, miserably failed at given that the pancake landed on the floor.

You spent most of the day playing board games, Go-Fish, and watching movies. You hadn't meant to turn on the news, in fact, you had been avoiding it at all costs for Eddie's sake- but after you had finished one of your movies, you accidentally switched it over to the cable; on the TV, Chief Powell and Officer Callaghan. There had been another murder. Another student from Hawkins. And to make matters worse, it was Jason Carver's best friend Patrick McKinney.

And that was when you heard tires pull into your driveway. It was much too early for your mother to be home, plus she had her book club after work today. You glanced over at Eddie whose brows were also pulled together in confusion and stepped over to the window, pulling the curtain slightly to see a black Jeep Cherokee and three boys inside, one of them you recognized to be Lucas Sinclair. Immediately your eyes checked to make sure your front door was locked, you wouldn’t put it past Jason Carver in his grief to break into someone’s home looking for the boy that he believes killed his girlfriend and now his best friend Patrick.

“It’s Jason,” you whispered.

“Shit.”

“It’s okay,” you assured him. “In my mom’s room, in her closet, there’s a pull down staircase to the attic. If someone even thinks about stepping foot in this house I’ve got my dad’s gun and I am not afraid to use it.” You could feel him eyeing you in surprise. “Go.”

Eddie disappeared down the hallway just as you instructed and you double checked the locks on the back door, as well, as you noticed one of Jason’s goons peeling off towards the side of the house. A fist began pounding on the front door and the doorbell rang close to fifty times. Jason, on the other side of the door, taunting you- yelling that he knew you were home and he just wanted to talk.

You had worked for Mr. and Mrs. Carver for a few summers back, helping them with the store that they owned downtown. You might have even called Jason a friend at one point. Before he became popular, he was a nerd like the rest of you. But he had turned into this person that you no longer recognized once he became captain of the basketball team and when he began dating Chrissy Cunningham.

You stepped back into the hallway, out of sight from the windows but nearly jumped out of your skin when you heard a loud thud coming from Dustin’s room.

“Y/N?” You heard and immediately knew it was Lucas.

“Lucas, what the hell!” You exclaimed in a whisper so that the other boys wouldn’t hear.

“Is Eddie here? Is he safe?” He asked.

You looked at him, apprehensive at first, but you knew that Lucas was loyal to the Party. “Yes he’s here and I’m trying my hardest to keep him safe but-” you motioned to the front door. “What are you doing here!?”

“These guys are serious,” he replied. “They’re not going to stop until they find him.”

“You’ve got to do something Lucas, tell them you found something- something that would lead you to believe that Dustin and Eddie are hiding out at Hopper’s old cabin. It’s abandoned, the perfect place to hide.” Lucas nodded and moved to crawl back out of the window. “And Lucas,” you added. “The second that you get the chance to get away from these guys- last I heard everyone was headed to the school, you might want to get there as soon as you can.”

With that, Lucas disappeared out of Dustin’s window.

It wasn’t long after that you heard the sound of Jason’s Jeep peeling out of your driveway.

You couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief; you weren’t afraid of them, but more so afraid of what would have happened if they would have tried to hurt you or Eddie. You were, at least, thankful that you had a little bit more time on your hands with Lucas leading them in the opposite direction and distracting them for just a little while longer. Hopefully, your brother and the rest of the Party had made some headway on the leads that they were following.

Eddie was sitting with his legs crossed beneath him, an old scrapbook filled with baby pictures of you and Dustin in his lap. He looked up at you, relieved to see your face and not Jason’s.

He held up the book to you, “Sorry,” he muttered. “I was trying to be as quiet as possible and needed something to keep myself from becoming an absolute nervous wreck. You were a cute kid.”

You laughed through your nose, “Am I not cute now?”

“What? No. I mean- yes!” His face was becoming red as he stammered. “I wasn’t insinuating that you aren’t cute now, just that you were a cute kid. You’re definitely cute now.” You couldn’t help but smile. “Anyways,” he rolled his eyes. “We all clear?”

“Yeah,” you replied and motioned for him to follow you back downstairs. “Lucas is leading them astray, so hopefully that will buy us some more time.”

“Sinclair?”

You nodded, “He was with them, which is surprising, but Lucas is one of Dustin’s oldest friends. I used to babysit him and Erica when they were younger. He’s got a good head on his shoulders, so I know that he’ll help us.”

“The more people on my side the better.” Eddie said under his breath.

You turned to face him, “You’ve got a pretty great team in your corner. We’re going to figure this out.” He just nodded his head. Concern laced his eyes and you wished that there was something more than you could do to ease the anxiety that he was feeling. “Come on, let me make you some lunch.”

“Hey,” he called as you turned towards the kitchen. You turned quickly back to him, eyebrows raised, waiting for him to say something. “Nevermind,” he muttered instead.

Dustin finally came through on the walkie about two hours later. You and Eddie huddled around the small receiver, hanging on every word your little brother said; the connection between the murders, the possibility of Vecna being able to open up gates, the history of the Creel house, Max. A lot had happened in the last 48 hours, and they felt as if they were so close to finding the answers they needed to clear Eddie’s name.

Lastly, he wanted you and Eddie to meet the Party at Skull Rock to test a theory that he had. Skull Rock was about two miles south of your house if you walked straight through the woods. It wasn’t ideal to go gallavanting about thought the woods with your best friend, who was also wanted for murder and being chased by a few angry jocks, but he felt like it must have been pretty important if Dustin thought they needed to be there. You and Eddie didn’t really talk much on the way there. You could tell that he was deep in thought and you didn’t want to pry. If you knew anything about Eddie, it was that if he had something to say, he would say it. He didn’t usually hold back.

Once you met up with everyone at Skull Rock, including Lucas, your brother explained his theory about his compass. He believed that, just like before, if you all followed his compass, it would lead directly to a gate. You trusted him, of course, everyone did. If he was right, this could be your one shot at Vecna. At clearing Eddie’s name. It was a chance that you had to take. So you head off deeper into the woods, your little brother leading the way.

A looming anxiety hung in the air as you began to recollect past memories of a monster made from your friends and neighbors, watching Steve almost get killed by what began as a slug, and witnessing your friend’s step-brother die in front of your eyes. The thought of something like that happening to any one of the people in this group- or Will, Jonathan, El, Mrs. Byers, or Mike. Or your mother. You wouldn’t be able to handle that. You couldn’t.

As day turned to night, you and your friends continued to trudge through the dense Indiana forests.

“We’re getting closer!” Dustin yelled as he ran through the woods.

“Dustin, slow down!” Eddie yelled after him.

Suddenly, Dustin came to a halt with Eddie behind him, holding onto his sweatshirt to keep him from running straight into Lover’s Lake.

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

“I told you this theory wouldn’t work,” Steve scoffed.

“No,” Nancy began. “Whenever the Demogorgan attacked, it always left an opening. What if Vecna does the same?”

“We can’t swim out there, we don’t know what’s in there.” you included. “What about Rick’s boat?”

“That’ll work,” Steve agreed as he and the rest of the Party took off along the shore towards Rick’s boathouse.

Eddie hung back, however.

“Hey,” he said softly, falling in step behind you. “You okay?”

You nodded, pulling your mouth to the side and biting the inside of your cheek. It was a lie and one that Eddie could see right through, but you weren’t sure how to tell him that you were terrified. You didn’t know how to tell him that there was a very real possibility that someone could die, that this was real- it wasn’t a joke, it wasn’t pretend. You didn’t know how to tell him that you couldn’t live without him and that you would rather get yourself killed if it meant that he was safe.

So you just say that you’re fine. Confessing your love would just have to wait until you both made it out of this alive.

Steve and Eddie hoisted the boat into the water and Robin was the first one in, followed by Eddie. He turned and held his hand out to you, but you shook your head.

“Someone has to stay with the kids.” You told him.

Nancy brushed past you and into the boat.

You could see Eddie debating staying with you but before he could make a move to step back out of the boat, Steve had pushed off from the dock and hopped in. Your heart sank knowing that if something happened, you wouldn’t be able to protect him. You watched as they made their way to the middle of the lake before slowing to a stop. Robin’s voice came over the radio to let Dustin know that his compass was spinning like crazy. If there was a gate down there, they were floating right above it, and that made you uneasy.

With your eyes peeled, you could just barely make out Steve standing in the small boat to remove his shoes and his sweater. He was going to jump. You looked over at Dustin who’s features were plagued with worry and concern. Steve Harrington had become almost like a brother to Dustin, his role model. You silently reached over and squeezed his shoulder to reassure him that everything was going to be okay.

Seconds later, Steve dived into the depths of the lake, and all the four of you could do was watch.

“Shit! Cops!” Max whispered behind you. “Get down”

You ducked and turned to see flashlights and uniforms headed your way.

“We can’t let them find Eddie.” Lucas whispered.

You began to panic, knowing that if they found him, you’d not only be jeopardizing the mission but also the lives of the Hawkins Police department. “I have an idea, stay with me.” Before you could explain, you jumped out from behind the tree you were hiding behind and yelled at the officers. “Officers! Over here I found the killer, this way!”

Lucas, Max, Dustin, and the police were all running as quickly as they could after you. It wasn’t the best plan, but it was a plan nonetheless. A few more minutes of doing nothing and the cops could have spotted Eddie and your friends out on that boat, you had to get them out of there. If you couldn’t be with him, you bet your ass that you would do whatever you could for him on the sideline. That, apparently, included getting arrested.

You turned your head to make sure the kids were still behind you when you ran smack dab into the arms of Officer Callaghan. Dustin, Lucas, and Max were all being apprehended, as well.

“Where you goin’?” The deputy asked with a stupid smirk.

You weren’t sure why the police would take you to the Wheeler’s instead of the station, but when the four of you arrived, your mother, as well as Lucas’ parents and Erica, and Mr. and Mrs. Wheeler were waiting for you. The look of utter confusion and disappointment on your mother’s face made you frown; she was so emotional already, you hated that she was being dragged into this. You and Dustin had tried your hardest to keep her in the dark for the past two years.

“What were you all doing at the lake?” Chief Powell asked.

The four of you were sitting on the couch, all eyes on you as you were the oldest and- supposed to be- the one in charge. The three kids looked to you for an answer. “We- uh, we were just going for a walk.”

“A walk at 9:00 PM?” Officer Callaghan rebutted.

“To the lake!” Dustin cried nervously. You sighed, closing your eyes as your brother made this worse for you all. “We were going to take a little swim. A little night swim.”

“Dusty!” Your mother scolded. “Someone was just murdered there!”

“Y-yeah, we didn’t realize that until we got there.” Dustin answered.

“That’s why we didn’t swim!” Lucas added.

“And Nancy,” Mrs. Wheeler interjected. “Was she with you at this night swim?”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Nancy was there, and so were Steve and Robin, but they all left.” You stated out of annoyance at Dustin and Max who were making this a lot more complicated than it needed to be. “And when I said that I had found the killer,” you added. “That was just a joke.”

“Have you had any contact with Eddie?” Chief Powell asked.

“That psycho, freak killer?” Dustin asked, you cleared your throat. “No!”

“We barely know the guy.”

“We haven’t heard from him in ages.”

“This isn’t working,” Powell muttered under his breath with a shake of his head. “You,” he pointed a finger in your direction and you gulped. “Let’s go, I want to talk with you alone.”

You rolled your eyes and stood up from the couch, following Officer Powell to Ted Wheeler’s office. Officer Callaghan followed closely, closing the door behind you. You sighed in frustration as you took a seat, knowing that this wasn't going to help in any way. Eddie and your friends were out there, unprepared and alone, and you were being questioned by the police surrounded by boring, yellow wallpaper and baby pictures of Mike Wheeler.

“You know we want to help you,” Powell said polietly.

“No,” you replied. “You want to put Eddie behind bars and blame him for whatever weird shit is going on in this town that you’re not equipped to handle." Powell and Callaghan shared a look. "That’s all you’ve ever done is cover it up; Will Byers, the Hawkins Lab, Starcourt Mall. Yeah, I know about all of it, because I was there. You know Eddie is innocent.”

He sighed, “If Eddie is innocent, then why did he run?”

“Because he was scared that whatever killed Chrissy would kill him, too!” You answered. "You saw her, you expect me to believe that you'd just stand there and wait to be next?"

“Where is he now?”

“I don’t know,” you answered truthfully with a shrug and Callaghan scoffed. “I don’t!”

“You know,” Callaghan began. “Aiding and abetting a fugitive is a felony.”

“Then arrest me,” you spat.

Powell sighed again, “We’re not going to arrest you. Just tell us where Eddie is.”

“Like I said, I don’t know.” You stood up. “So, if you’re not going to arrest me, I suggest you let me leave.”

You brushed past the two officers and out the door. The parents were huddled in the living room but there was no sign of Dustin and the others. That was until you spotted him on the stairs, peeking around the corner. He motioned for you to follow him.

“What did you tell them?” He asked in a whisper as you headed upstairs.

“That they’re idiots,” you replied. “In more or less words.”

“We have a plan.” Dustin opened the door to Nancy’s room to reveal Max and Erica, Lucas was already hanging out of the window. “So you know how there was a gate in Lover’s Lake?” He asked as Max went to follow Lucas. “Well, our very smart friends decided to go through it.”

You stopped dead in your tracks. “Wait,” you put your hands on Dustin’s shoulders, forcing him to look you in the eye. “Eddie is in the Upside Down?”

“Yes, but he’s safe.” Dustin replied and you sighed in relief. “We think there is a gate at every murder site. So we’re going to get out of here and meet them at Eddie’s trailer and hopefully they can come back through that gate”

Erica was next out of the window.

“Do you know how cool it is to have a genius for a little brother?” You asked as you ducked between the window panes and hopped down to the roof of the garage.

“Yeah well,” Dustin followed you. “You’re not too bad, yourself.”

You jumped on the bikes and headed straight for Eddie’s trailer as fast as you could. It would be a long ride, but you pedaled as if your life depended on it. As if Eddie’s life depended on it. Your legs were burning as you turned into the gravel of Forest Hills Trailer Park, almost making you collapse as you stood on two feet, tossing the bike down to the ground.

When you got into the trailer, your eyes immediately widened at the sight of the ceiling, which had opened up into an oozing, red fissure.

"Holy shit," you muttered under your breath.

"Holy shit is right," Max said sarcastically looking around at the Munson's living room. She stopped as her eyes fell onto a strip of movie theater photos of you and Eddie that was pinned to his refrigerator with a magnet. "That's cute."

“Not now, Max.” You replied.

Dustin grabbed a broom and hesitated for a moment, sharing a look with the other kids in the room, before jamming it through the thick red gunge. As you peered through the mucus, you could see the other side; a dark version of the same trailer you were currently standing in. Craning your neck, you looked for any sign of Eddie and the others, and finally, your eyes landed on Steve stepping through the darkness. You smiled at the sight of him, followed by Robin and Nancy, and finally Eddie; his giant, brown eyes connecting with yours, making your smile grow. A weight was lifted off of your chest.

Dustin laughed, impressed with himself.

“Max, Lucas,” you instructed, not taking your eyes off of Eddie. “Go grab the mattress in the back room and bring it in here. I don’t know how this is going to work, but if they’re going to be falling out of the ceiling, they’re going to need a soft landing.”

“I have a theory!” Dustin exclaimed, Steve rolled his eyes; hands on his hips.

He brushed past you, following Max and Lucas to Eddie’s bedroom and ripped the top sheet off of the bed. He then plopped down at the little kitchen and immediately began working on tying knots in the sheets. Max and Lucas pulled the mattress across the linoleum floor and dropped it in the middle of the living room. You could hear Eddie making a comment about the stains that dirtied his sheets and pursed your lips together knowing that they were from accidentally getting too high and spilling the bong water. You helped Erica move anything out of the way that might get broken during whatever it was that was about to transpire.

“Alright,” Dustin said as he finished with the rope. He stepped into the middle of the mattress and looked up into the faces of his friends. “I don’t know how the physics of this is going to work but-” He tossed the rope upwards into the gate- to your surprise, it fell perfectly through the opening to the other side. “And if I’m correct-” Dustin released his grip on the rope and it stayed in place.

You gave your brother a high five and a hug for his genius as everyone else cheered.

Robin was the first to climb through, her body flipping through the air and down to the mattress as soon as she made it through. “That was fun!” She smiled, you held out a hand to help her up.

Eddie began climbing up next. “That was fun!” He exclaimed as he came down. Robin helped him up, but as soon as he got to his feet, you wrapped your arms around him as tightly as you could. “Hey, sweetheart,” he laughed.

“Oh my God, I was so worried.” You mumbled into his chest.

“So was I,” he replied softly, placing a small kiss on the top of your head.

Nancy came flying through the gate next, pulling your attention back to the room. She didn’t seem like she enjoyed it as much as the first two, however. Steve was last, flipping through the portal with ease, making Robin roll her eyes. You noticed that he was injured and motioned to his midsection which was bandaged.

“Nah, I’ll be fine.” He shrugged.

With eight people now crowding the already tiny trailer, you began feeling slightly claustrophobic. Excusing yourself, you brushed past the rest of the Party and through the door to get some fresh air. The chilly, March air was refreshing as you shoved your hands down into your jacket pockets and pulled it around your frame. The trailer park was mostly dark; only dimly lit by a single street lamp that buzzed quietly overhead as moths swarmed around the light.

You took a few steps to the lonely picnic table that sat empty in the shadows. Most of the residents were sleeping soundly, blissfully unaware that there was a portal to another dimension in their neighbor’s trailer. More than half of them would probably say that it was Eddie, himself, who opened that portal as he worshiped Satan on the floor of his living room; which couldn’t be farther from the truth. However, the people of Hawkins, Indiana weren’t very bright, instead they were incredibly gullible, listening to and believing anything that WTTV4 told them was the truth.

This town didn’t deserve Eddie.

You heard the trailer door open and shut. Taking your eyes off of the moon, you looked over to see Eddie. His anky figure stepped out of the darkness and into the dim light of the street lamp.

“Hey,” he said softly.

“Hey yourself.” You smiled up at him. He climbed up on the picnic table to sit next to you, leaning into your side as he got comfortable. “So, how was your first experience in the Upside Down?”

“It was an experience, to say the least.” He mentioned, toying with the chunky, silver rings on his fingers. You noticed pretty early on in your friendship that he fidgeted with his rings often when he was nervous or anxious.

You placed a hand over his to calm his nerves, “You want to talk about it?”

“Just one thing, really.” His voice was so soft. “When I was out there, I saw something. It uh- it wasn’t like monsters or anything like that, it was- I saw- well, I realized that I- I would jump for you.” You looked at him, not having a clue what he was trying to say, but before you could say anything he continued. “Something grabbed Harrington,” he explained. “Pulled him under, through the gate, and Wheeler- she just dived right in. No hesitation. I guess what I’m trying to say is that you’re that person for me. I’m jumping off that boat.”

“Eddie,” you couldn’t help but smile. “What are you saying?”

“I love you is what I’m saying,” he rubbed his hands over his face. “Pretty sure I always have.”

“Tell me again,” you whispered and looked up into his dark brown eyes through your lashes, needing to hear him say it one more time.

His hand moved up to cup your face and you shivered at the contact of his large, calloused hand on your skin. “I love you.” He whispered before placing his perfect lips on yours in a tender kiss.

You pulled away, only briefly, to say one thing. “I love you, too.”

#you know what dirty bong water could be the reason for those stains #but if any of you actually smoke you know how horrible bong water smells #but for the sake of our main character those stains are not from Eddie's escapades with random women #I kind of really want to write a part 2 to this depicting the events of vol 2 with a twist but it would take forever #Maybe once I'm finished with other requests #eddie munson #eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x henderson!reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson request #eddie munson angst #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things fan fic #stranger things fic #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine #eddie munson stranger things #stranger things #stranger things x you #stranger things x y/n #steve harrington #dustin henderson #robin buckley #nancy wheeler

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You don't have to read this. I'm just having a rough time. A health and money rough time, which is such a double whammy, and I just had to get it out.

It feels like this was entirely out of nowhere, but I guess it wasn't. I've had hip pain for a while now. It's on and off. Like it would get aggravated, then heal, then aggravated again. I finally got an answer about that. I have old age problems. In my spine mostly. One of those things most Tumblr users truly won't understand and will go pale over as they sit comfortably in their 20s and 30s.

And like okay. Fine. My spine's melting slowly over time. That happens to lots of people. My age is usually when it starts. But also it suddenly hurts a lot. In the last two weeks, it got way worse all at once. I bent over, something wrenched, and since then I've been kinda fucked. The MRI showed that whole spine melting thing, which is supposed to be gradual, but also a bulging disc, and that's probably what I did right there. I slipped something out of place.

So the problem is... All this test taking happened because I had some blood tests that made it look like I had an autoimmune disease. So I went to the specialist you see for that: a rheumatologist. She ruled out basically everything, and when my MRI came back, she said welp! That's not my field! And waved goodbye and offered me nothing beyond that.

I went to a spine specialist, and they offered options. All of which were vaguely scary. Take a pill everyday. Get a shot in your back. Get physical therapy. So I said can I get some physical therapy? And they said yes. That's happening in about two and a half weeks. The problem is, since I made this decision, the back pain has flared to a new level.

Now when I get done with a day of work, no matter how low impact it was, I'm in pain. Two ibuprofen? What are you, NINE? No, we need at least four at a time. My already terrible GI tract is really hating this, by the way. Last night, for the first time, the pain woke me. I couldn't get comfortable. I couldn't lie in any position that didn't hurt. I was EXHAUSTED and couldn't sleep because the pain was too much.

So now I've stayed home from work, icing my back, taking four ibuprofen at a time, getting emails from my supervisor, still in pain, looking at a future with possible surgery in it and wondering you know... What happens if I can't walk? What happens if the pain won't stop and I can't sleep? How will I afford these procedures and specialists?

Because wanna know the other thing that happened? My car died. I had to replace it in a rather emergency fashion. So that was pretty much all the money I had saved up and a new car payment hanging over my head. My health insurance is... not the worst but far from the best. That MRI was covered by most of it, but I still have to pay a portion. So I may not be able to get the care I need at this point.

I'm feeling really overwhelmed and alone. Everyone in my immediate family has passed away. Everyone in my extended family is not interested in helping me out and are hyper religious to boot and do NOT know certain things about me. Keeping them at a distance is for the best. Everyone around me is getting their ass thoroughly kicked by inflation. There's not a lot of hope here. I'm trying very hard not to look at this pain as "this is my life now", where I can't sit for more than 15 minutes at a time and can barely sleep. But, hell, it might be.

The hopeful part... I'm trying to get my general doctor to fill out some paperwork that will make work easier on a lot of levels until I can figure out what I'm doing. So, you know, when I call in my supervisor can't email me and make me feel like shit, that sort of thing. And the physical therapy I'll be getting truly is the most highly recommended first course of action when dealing with something like this. But I sort of wish that specialist hadn't brushed me off after I just received a pretty scary test result. Because now I feel ignored and alone. And I really wish my car had made it a few more months, because now I'm broke, too.

TLDR: I'm broke, my back hurts, and it all sucks.

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I was wondering if you would know or have any evidence of Tenshi Zyoshi being disapproving the mass usage of tenshi kaiwai as a term? Don't get me wrong it's very clear that Mizuiro is the actual term since tenshi zyoshi literally describes themselves as mizuiro fashion fans in their SNS bios, but since I don't actually follow them I think I missed out on where they stated disapproval so if anyone would supply evidence or screenshots I'd genuinely appreciate it!

I have not seen Zyoshi outright state anything, but both the Tenshi Kaiwai Wiki and many fans of Mizuiro talk about how they have, and also discourage the use too.

But as you said, it's obvious they consider themselves part of the Mizuiro aesthetic and use Tenshi Kaiwai as a fanmail tag, not the other way around.

Due to the language barrier going both ways(I'm no where near fluent in Japanese and I believe its the same about English for them.) I can't get much of an idea how frustrated they are with the growing misuse of Tenshi Kaiwai. They seem to be ignoring it for the most part, and it seems they don't mind people using it as a term as long as it still fits the Mizuiro aesthetic (They did a post on ACDCRAGS newest collection, which has misused Tenshi Kaiwai the most)

The real issue comes when accounts use the term simply for reach and clout when the photo has nothing to do with Mizuiro or Tenshi Kaiwai. For example once again ACDCRAG labeling every tracksuit, no matter the color, under Tenshi Kaiwai. Or someone using every random fashion buzzword on thier otd post despite it fitting none of the catogories(Goth, y2k, Tenshi Kaiwai, Decora, Lolita, fairy kei, yandere, girly kei, etc all under the same post) it makes the tag cluttered and irrelevant, and makes it difficult to find genuine posts meant to be seen by Tenshi Zyoshi. And as every that tag gets popular, scam accounts using it for views also begin to pop up.

Another huge issue is how just plain rude and convoluted it is. A blog made a tag so they can sort out fanmail to post and now everyone under the sun is using it and claiming it to be a new fashion term. And all while claiming it as a new fashion, twisting it around to be something its not. Like these weird rules for the fashion people try to make and then don't add up. I've seen completely pastel pink outfits under Tenshi Kaiwai simply because they added angel wings to it. Or black cybercore outfits because it was a tracksuit. It just doesn't make sense.

So I do apologize, I do not have physical evidence of Tenshi Zyoshi saying themsleves they are upset, but overall it is still misinformation and misuse. As I'm writing this I havent gotten to talk to anyone who might know, i'm just trying to get this ready to post while I have time. However I will keep everyone updated if I or someone else finds any comments from the magazine, I could have easily overlooked them.

#mizuiro #jfashion #tenshi kaiwai #aesthetic #info #fashion

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A Guide to The Most Fashionable Women’s Dresses Trends

Every fashionista knows how important it is to know the current trends in the ever-changing fashion world of fashion. As we count down to the halfway mark of 2023, let's take a look at the hottest new styles in women's clothing. We are here to help you look your best no matter the occasion, from elegant luxury classy night out outfits to chic women’s going-out dresses.

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The Discreet Appeal of Feathers Dresses embellished with feathers exude a sense of grandeur and splendour in the year 2023. Hemlines, sleeves, and ornamental details are just some of the places where feathers are showing up in the latest runway collections. If you want to make a strong fashion statement, choose a dress with feather trimmings or a garment covered with feathers. We have seen feather’s in trend for a little while now but it seems that feathers are still here to stay.

Make a Statement A luxury cocktail dress is an absolute must-have for those special evenings and expensive occasions. Cocktail dresses in the year 2023 include eye-catching decorations, elaborate beading, and unique materials. This is the year of ‘overdressing’ (p.s. there is no such thing as over-dressing) and if you want to create an impact, choose a dress with attention-grabbing details like dramatic ruffles, puffy sleeves, or an unexpected cut. Particularly fashionable are metallic tones like silver, gold, and bronze, which bring out the glitz in any outfit. Wear a pair of eye-catching shoes and keep your accessories to a minimum to allow the focus to remain on your outfit.

Eco-Friendly Dresses Are Taking Off, Thanks to Sustainable Fashion In 2023, eco-friendly gowns are all the rage due to the fashion industry's growing interest in sustainability. These days, you can get gorgeous gowns that are also sustainable since designers are employing organic fabrics, repurposed materials, and eco-friendly dyes. You can look nice and do your part for the environment by purchasing items like ethically sourced silk and gowns made from recycled plastic bottles.

Tonnes of Fluffy Ruffles and Frills Ruffles and frills, formerly considered dated, are having a major moment in 2023. This style gives your garments more volume and motion, whether it's in the form of a flowing ruffle down the front of a dress or dainty frills embellishing the sleeves. If you're going for a fun and flirty style, go for dresses with ruffled necklines or tiered ruffle skirts. Ruffled gowns look especially lovely when dyed in pastels like lavender and blush and neutral colours for the ultimate feminine look.

Translucent Fabrics or Sheer Pleasures Dresses for ladies that include see-through textiles will be common in 2023. Dresses are becoming increasingly ethereal and enticing as designers add layers of sheer fabric such as tulle and organza. Dresses featuring transparent sleeves, sheer bodices, or sheer panels are a great way to reveal some flesh while still looking put together. Sheer fabrics with embellishments such as embroidery, lace appliques, or sequins make a bold fashion statement. ‍

Put on a Suit: Formal Pantsuits In 2023, dressy looks aren't reserved for only skirts and gowns—dressy pantsuits are all the rage as a chic and liberating alternative. For an elegant and confident appearance, select a fitted pantsuit in a lavish fabric, such as velvet or satin. Try out some emerald green or a rich plum if you want to stand out. Pantsuits can also come in the variety of cropped trousers or wide-leg trousers and options to suit your taste.

Our verdict? The fashion industry has presented us with a wide range of chic and on-trend clothing options for the year 2023. There is something for every fashion-conscious woman, from elegant luxury classy outfits to eye-catching going-out dresses. Explore eco-friendly and sustainable solutions while appreciating the timeless beauty of classic cuts.

Whatever your taste, you can be sure to find a way to make a statement that is uniquely you.

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You Know I'm No Good - four

First Day

Warnings: mentions of drugs and alcohol, mentions of sex

[photo of Tallulah and Lina]

don't call me kid, don't call me baby, look at this godforsaken mess that you made me

Tallulah was the first one awake in the morning, the sunrise just peeking through her blinds as she laid in bed on her side, staring at the wall. She struggled to get back to sleep and tossed and turned, feeling an uncomfortable pit in her stomach that she decided had something to do with it being her first day at La Push Tribal School.

Starting a new school in the second semester of her senior year did not bother her as much as it should have, what concerned her more was that she was walking into a school that never gets new students, let alone mid semester. All eyes were going to be on her, and she was sure that some of them had already conjured up their own preconceived notions of her. Oh the joys of small town gossip, she thought to herself as she climbed out of bed, grabbing her clothes for the day. She told herself that making friends was not a must here, because as soon as she graduates she will be back in Seattle with her old, real friends, living the life that she wants to live. She could let herself be picky, or else she’ll end up with a Josie, who seems trustworthy on the outside, but isn’t in the end. Tallulah rolled her eyes at the thought itself, if that's how she wants to be then so be it.

Tallulah quickly changed into her black tank and oversized flannel shirt, before pulling on her jeans, she tried to tame her hair without ruining her natural waves into a frizzy mess. She wasn't one for much makeup, especially not for school considering the frequent rain on pacific northwest.

Rushing downstairs to the kitchen, the uncomfortable pit curbing her appetite, Tallulah settled on just coffee, as she poured it into her mug she had grabbed from the cupboard, she heard footsteps entering the kitchen. Glancing over her shoulder, she saw Lenna out of the corner of her eye, all dolled up as if she were going to Paris Fashion Week.

“I heard about what Josie did.” Lenna stated as she searched through the fridge, “you’ll get used to it.” This made Tallulah scoff audibly, “get used to being thrown under the bus for doing absolutely nothing wrong beside talking to some guy I’ve never even met before yesterday?” she asked sarcastically, turning to face her younger sister, mug in hand. “No, well, yes. It just means she did something she doesn’t want to get in trouble for, so she throws gasoline on someone else's fire to make it seem bigger than the one she started.” She keeps her eye on the tall, raven-haired girl as she closes the door, “She means well Tally.” I bet, she thought to herself. Maybe this is what sisters do, and she's the one that's being unreasonable. To be fair, she's never had to deal with someone snitching right in front of her face to her mother. At least she had the guts to do it at the dinner table.

She watched as Lenna looked over her outfit, making a face that Tallulah couldn’t quite comprehend, “is there something wrong with my outfit?” she asked, eyebrows raised in challenge. Lenna shook her head, “Nope, not at all. Between that, the tattoos and the nicotine addiction, I’d say you’ll fit right in with a few groups at school. I can point them out if you’d like, I heard dad tossed your vape maybe you can snag one today.” Tallulah shook her head before taking a sip of her cooling coffee, “I can make my own friends, and I’m not addicted” she fought the urge to roll her eyes again as their dad walked into the kitchen, clearly dressed for work. “Tally, Lenny, ready for school? Dakota picked up your sister already this morning, something about a project that's not finished yet” the short laugh that came from Lenna did not go unnoticed by Tallulah, but she said nothing, nodding her head at her fathers question. “I have to go to a tribal meeting tonight with Kira, so it’s going to be pizza for dinner, Lenny can pick it up on her way home from work, right Len?” he asked as he filled his to-go mug with coffee, even though he really wasn't asking, “Tal,” he said, looking directly at his eldest daughter, “I know this has been a big change in just a few days, but you’re doing great kid, but let's keep those rules in mind when making friends today,” clearly referring to something she has no clue about. “So, you mean I can’t skip school and sneak Paul through my window while you’re gone?” she joked half heartedly. She had no intention of ever speaking to him today, but seeing the looks on Lenna and their dad's face was probably the best start to her day she was going to get. She finished off her coffee and placed her mug in the sink, grabbing her book bag from the counter and heading to the front door, yelling ‘kidding!’ over her shoulder as she left, while her dad yelled ‘have fun!’ right back at her.

Tallulah drove in silence to the school, following the directions Josie had shown her during their day out, for once wanting to be early. She wanted to scope out all her classrooms beforehand to minimize the amount of interaction she would have to have with anyone in order to just keep her head down and float by as unnoticed as she could.

As she pulled into the small parking lot there were very few students and teachers mulling around. The school itself was small, only two stories, with a few portables that were quite run down. Nothing like her old school of 5000 students, every hallway crowded and parking lot full every day.

Tallulah parked her car and pulled out her phone from her pocket, checking the few messages she had, despite it only being 8 in the morning. One message was from her mom, wishing her well on her first day, telling her she had shipped the rest of her personal belongings that she may want or need and that she loved her. Tallulah rolled her eyes, she loved her so much she didn’t want to deal with her anymore. She checked some more of her messages and replied to those that warranted them only stopping as the incoming call notification lit up her screen.

A photo of Lina, her best friend, and her graced the screen, she quickly hit accept before placing the phone to her ear, breathing out a quickie ‘hello’. The two haven’t been able to have a conversation in days to discuss the tragedy that had unfolded the night her mom caught her sneaking into her bedroom, the dramatic gasp on the other line made her smile, “You picked up!” Lina all but shouted excitedly, before saying to someone else ‘told you she would’, clearly she wasn’t alone. “Of course I did, Li. Just because I've been shipped off to the middle of nowhere doesn’t mean I dropped out of school.” she said looking at the tiny building, that more students were now filing into. “Besides, I always answer your calls.” she stated, which made Lina laugh into the phone, “Right, right. Well I was just calling to see how you were, Kits here too.” she said and she could hear Kit bid a hello in the background, “and we wanted to invite you to this party that's happening at some club in Port Angeles next Friday. We figured it would give you some time to ask your dad if you can come or plan an escape. He can’t keep you from us forever.” she rambled, clearly excited.

She knew what club she was talking about, they had been planning on going once they had all turned 18. As exciting as it sounded, she knew her dad would never go for it, and sneaking out to Port Angeles and back would be next to impossible. “I don’t know about that, Li, but I'll try. I’m sure I could convince him to let you guys come out here if he doesn’t budge?” she asked absentmindedly, hoping she’d take the bait. Tallulah listened as Lina talked to someone away from the speaker before hearing the phone be passed to someone new, she furrowed her brows at the silence before the new speaker breathed out, “Luie.”

Xander.

The only person on planet earth who was allowed to call her ‘Luie’. The nickname started with him and ended with him. She hated the nickname when he had first started using it, he would say it in such a condescending way. Like he was reprimanding a child, but it grew on her as her relationship with him developed. They had never dated, but everyone assumed they were with how touchy-feely they were with each other. But, they both hated commitment, saying that it was the root of all sadness, and they had enough of that in their life already. As if that stopped them from hurting each other anyways. Xander was all of her firsts, first friend, first kiss, first time drinking alcohol with him, first cigarette, first time sneaking out, and first hookup. It's why she always went back to him after a fight, no matter how bad it was, all her good memories are tied to him.

“Hey, Xan” she said softly, “Are you coming to Port Angeles for the party?” he asked in a nonchalant tone, knowing she could never say no to him. “I want to..” she started, “But no promises. My dads a lot stricter compared to my mom.” Tallulah heard him grunt in acknowledgment. He wasn’t going to beg, or plead her to come like Kit or Lina would, he knew he didn’t have to. “Well, let us know, ya?” he stated, voices in the background signaled that they were most likely getting ready to take the train to school, like she would be in normal circumstances. “Oh, and Luie, have a don’t do anything I wouldn’t do on your first day.” she could practically hear the grin that she knew he had before the line went dead, he wasn’t much for formal goodbyes.

Sighing, she shoved her phone in her pocket before exiting her car, grabbing her bag off of the passenger seat and slinging it over her shoulder. She made sure to lock the car before placing her keys in her bag and grabbing her timetable as she walked towards the entrance of the school. She was too busy trying to figure out what classroom she needed to head to first that she wasn’t paying any attention to any of her surroundings. Hence why she walked head on into someone, dropping the white sheet of paper in the process. Hot hands steadying her by the arms. It felt as if she had walked straight into a brick wall, she would’ve laughed it off if it wasn’t the root of all her problems so far in La Push.

“Are you stalking me?” she asked the older man, everywhere she went, there he was. Paul shook his head with a chuckle, causing the teen to glare up at him. “Well aren’t you a little too old to be hanging around a high school?” she questioned, arms crossing over her body as the heat from his hands had made her realize just how cold it was outside once they were off of her. “Relax, I was just dropping someone off.” he stated, his voice was deeper than it was the day before, like he had just woken up. She averted her eyes from him as she could feel the blush heat to her face at how silly she must have sounded. Of course that's why he's here. She hadn’t realized he had picked up her schedule for her until he read out a name from it, “First period: Miss. Young.You’ll like her, everyone does.” he said while handing her back the slip. She nodded her head, “right, well i should go find her class then.” she mumbled as she took a step back from him, he responded by giving her the directions to the class, which made her want to question how he knew that but Tallulah wasn’t sure if she wanted to know the answer, so instead, she thanked him and walked away heading towards the front doors, each step closer she filled more and more with dread, wanting to turn around and get in her car and drive away as far as she could.

She turned back to where she had left Paul standing to see him still there, only now he was talking on the phone. His whole demeanor had changed, he looked rigid and frustrated. Before she turned to completely walk through the doors, he caught her eye and gave her a small smile, the feeling of dread dissipating in that moment as she entered her new school.

#paul lahote fanfic #paul lahote #paul lahote imagine #paul lahote x oc #twilight wolf pack #twilight wolves #twilight #leah clearwater #seth clearwater #emily young #embry call #sam uley #you know im no good #chapter 4

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THE 1.3K CELEBRATION!

Wow!!! Less than a month since I hit 1.2k and we're already up 100 followers! So, I have to say all this again. I'm literally so so so grateful for all my followers and ESPECIALLY the ones who send asks and reblog my posts and interact, you guys are the best 💕💕. I literally never thought I would get to this many followers on a dumb blog I made just to share my little stories about hockey. But here we are.

This time around, I'm gonna have a whole week scheduled out, with each night a different theme. You can send asks about each night in advance but I'll answer them on the specific night!

C E L L Y N I G H T S (AUGUST 03--10)

💤 sleepover night (08/03): let's just chat about some stuff, fashion, makeup, our crushes, our jobs, school, even hockey if you want to! We can also do little also games like FMK (fuck, marry, kiss, but you can chose the three options), make me chose between two players, stuff like that!!

🤔 headcanon night (08/04): send me hcs you have about players! I'll add commentary to them or even give my own at times, but you run the show! Fluffy, smutty, or just general! Anything you want!

😍 appreciation night (08/05): tell me about your favorite players! Doesn't matter if I know them or not! I wanna spread some appreciation!

🥰 appreciation night pt. 2!!! (08/06): send asks about your favorite blogs and write them a cute lil message and I'll tag them! Let's share some love!

🫂comfort night (08/07): send me a line from this list and I'll write a comfort blurb for you. You can also specify a specific topic the blurb can relate to. Dont send anything too triggering, just some light angst that has someone comforting you, but I'll tag all these with TW to be safe

“I promise, no one will ever hurt you again.”

"Do you wanna talk about it?”

“You’re not going to lose me. Ever.”

"I know it hurts, baby."

"Listen to my heart, okay?"

"You want me to tell you a story?"

"We'll get through this one."

"Is it too bright in here?"

+ might add more on that night!

👀 sneak peak night (08/08): I'll post an updated list of all my wips and you can ask me about any of them, including long passages from each!

✨ moodboard/header night (08/09): send me a player and a theme and color scheme if you'd like and I'll make you a cute mood board or header image (for your blog or a fic! You can also tell me if you'd like it the normal squares format or something funkier

🥵 smut night (08/10): send me one of the blurb prompts from this list and I'll write a lil steamy thing!!! You can give as little or as much detail as you want in the request!

"Babe, it's the middle of the night."

"We shouldn't, not here!"

"Louder."

"I'll guide you."

"Just focus on me."

"Don't test me."

"You look good enough to eat. In fact..."

"You're not wearing anything under that, are you?"

+ might add more on that night!

Once again, thank you all so much for hanging in there with me and actually sticking along for this mess. I saved these celly nights until after my very last day of work so I can focus solely on finishing asks on those days! I'll post more in depth "rules" on each night. Feel free to start sending things, but make sure to label your asks with the enoji or date for whatever night you're sending it in for, just for my sanity, thank you!!!!

🌸🌷🌺🌹🌻⚘I LOVE YOU ALL⚘🌻🌹🌺🌷🌸

Going through my mentions and tagging people who've tagged me in appreciation stuff in the past cause idk who considers themselves my friends anymore but ily all anyway: @fallinallincurls @dembenchboys @josthours @joekellys @yeahisupporttheleafs @probablygraves27 @bb-nhlqueen7 @matbaerzal @andreburakozy

#nhl #mat barzal #op #just tagging so some of the people who just stumble onto my blog every now and then see too!

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midnight-in-town · 3 years

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Hi so I came across your Femto punishing both Guts and Casca meta and even tho I kinda like it I found myself at odds with a part of it.

I think punishing Casca and feeling mad she picked Guts over him and considered leaving him wasn't really a consideration at all. In the thoughts he has after the weird trippy hallucination thing they put him through during the eclipse his only thoughts are about Guts. How he was the only one who made Griffith forget his dream. And when he forgot this torture happened and his body was broken.

Guts was the one he risked life for by going to save him from Zod. Guts was the one who managed to get close to him despite his attempts to keep his distance from his men. Griffith was at that point after all only human. Humans need close relationships which he was denying himself and that led to his overattachment to the one he had which caused him to end up in the situation he got tortured in. He had to blow off steam he was so upset by Guts leaving and the concept alone made his fight with Guts more erratic.

But Casca leaving isn't reflected on at all during the Eclipse. Griffith said once that a true equal was what he considered a friend and while he was talking to a royal at the time that might still be true. Griffith who was human, and despite being in denial about it, craved friendship.

An equal who didn't leave him might be something he wanted. But Femto who has thrown away his humanity doesn't want a friend he doesn't want a equal. A power play is required to prove that Guts is beneath him. He needs to disempower Guts to feel empowered. To feel that Guts isn't a equal that Guts is beneath him.

The scene where he pushes down Casca is a parallel because it is also about power but in a different way. The sequence of events is Griffith asks Guts to put on his armor he wants to be able to put it on fight again. Guts obliges excited to see Griffith recover.

Elsewhere Casca is told he will never recover enough to hold a sword again. A demon attacks them rips off Griffiths armor and mocks him and his group over how he's already broken. Afterwards Griffith hears his group come apart as they come to terms about his condition. Casca berates Guts for expecting that recovery when it not possible which Griffith also hears.

Griffith then pushes Casca down I think because Casca used to be someone he was stronger than her. It's just a desperation to show he has even a bit of the strength he used to possess.

He manages to stay in the position she doesn't try to push him off he doesn't try to do anything and just puts his effort in maintaining position. Flopping on her and groping would probably be less physical effort but I don't think that what he trying to do . His mouth is open like he's trying to say something but no words come out. She hugs him pulling him close and as he's no longer holding up his own body weight his trembling stops.

I think its supposed to contrast with Femto later and his mentality in this moment vs that one.

The first scene with Casca is desperation to show he has even a bit of the strength he used to possess. That it'd not over for him.

The second one where he attacks Casca in front of Guts is to show no one is equal to him everyone is beneath him. Guts is beneath him. In this world where Griffith reigns Guts has no power to stop anything to do anything and he wants to mock and hurt Guts. That it's his time to rule.

When Griffith is rescued his immediate reaction is to lash out attack Guts. He is mad at Guts for leaving because in his mind Guts leaving led to this. But it only led to this because Griffith cared enough about him that he would be upset at not having Guts around. Its because they were friends. So when he sees Guts crying over him that anger dissappears and he puts his hands on Guts hand in a almost comforting gesture. He can't go as far with his anger or hatred because he loves and cares too.

Which is why that first scene with Casca is only her being pinned. He wouldn't go that far because even if he doesn't see her as a equal he still gives a shit. Its why he attempts to move to her when she attacked by demons after they escape with him. Maybe he wouldn't even consider doing something like what Femto does to her.

But that caring and giving a shit is the humanity he gives up. Femto still has emotions he had feelings Griffith used to have. If he didn't making Guts feel disempowered wouldn't matter. The idea of Guts as a equal in anyway wouldn't occur. Femto is just that anger and rage he felt when he tried to strangle Guts without the caring he felt when he put his hand on Guts hand.

Casca only mattered when Griffith cared about people who he thought he was stronger than. When he sacrificed that Casca ceased to matter. She was never a target of his anger or frustration. But Guts continued to matter. Because Guts was a target of that. He wants the target of his frustration to suffer, and he knows this will make him suffer.

Just my opinion thought I'd share. Still love your meta tho!

Well, damn, that’s a long ask. xDD Next time, just reblog and add your thoughts, I also answer that way, hahaha!

Also, not sure which post of mine you’re referring to, by the way. I’m thinking this one, but I honestly can’t be sure because I also reblogged posts on the subject?

Anyway, if I sum up your take: Griffith was out to punish Guts only and not Casca, because Guts >>> Casca in terms of significance as far as Griffith is concerned?

Thank you for your input :) but see, I disagree, because this is exactly why I once said that...

I don’t understand why some fans somehow reduce Berserk’s plot to being about Guts vs Griffith, Casca often becoming some random secondary character. For me, no matter how you look at the series ever since the Golden Age, it just ain’t the case. :))

However, all I ever wrote was that Griffith punished both of them; I never implied that their “betrayal” amounted to the same significance for Griffith, because it’s indeed not the case.

After all, as you said, we know Guts always had a bigger impact on Griffith since the day they met...

...but, while we will never know for sure, I for one am quite convinced that if Casca (who was Griffith’s right-hand woman) was the one who had left in the same fashion as Guts, it would have triggered Griffith in a similar way.

Because Griffith is a man of influence: he knows that and how to use such charisma on others. That’s why he totally means the words he said to Charlotte about what kind of people he would see as a friend. So he uses people’s feelings for him in a way that would serve the path to achieving his dreams. Casca herself said that, as a leader after he was gone, all she did was "try to protect the dream of someone who might not even be alive”.

The Band of the Falcon lived and worked to help Griffith achieve his dream, because they saw him as special, since they had no achievable big dream of their own (kinda why Griffith said they’re not “friends”).

So yeah sure, Guts’ actions would always leave a bigger impact on Griffith, as you showed he said it himself, but Casca falling in love with Guts and envisioning a future far away from Griffith’s schemes still clearly stung.

After all, everyone in the group knew of Casca’s unrequited feelings for Griffith, meaning that Griffith obviously knew too and, instead of telling her it would never happen, he entertained the possibility so that Casca would entirely devote herself to him.

Take Judeau, as a counterexample: he too had some feelings for Casca, but he urged Guts several times to take her with him and away from the group, because he couldn’t stand her unhappiness. Griffith said nothing about her feelings, because he knew that’s how Casca would do everything for his sake.

Still, Casca was not any random member of his Band so, when she emancipated from Griffith by falling in love with Guts, in my opinion it’s why...

...she also was on the receiving end of his jealousy.

It’s distasteful but, otherwise, why did Femto rape Casca instead of killing her? Again, we will never know, but if Guts had left Griffith behind for a future with any other random girl, I think Femto would have just killed her in front of Guts. Raping Casca, when she used to long for Griffith’s affection, was revenge against both of them for choosing each other instead of him and his dream.

You can see it in the way he stared at both of them so many times, coming to the realization that he was not at the center of their little trio anymore. So yeah, Guts > Casca in terms of significance since day 1 as far as Griffith is concerned, I never discussed that, but Casca was not such a random member of Griffith’s band either that her actions of emancipation would not taste bitter to him. That’s my opinion. :)

Additional points: I never said he was trying to grope her in that scene when he fell on top of her as she was changing his bandages, just that “he was trying to gauge or reenact Casca’s old devotion to him by showing some affection”.

And finally, Femto who was entirely reborn as a Godhand has no emotion left about Guts or Casca, he said it himself. Thinking he’s only anger and revenge would be confusing Femto with the Skull Knight or Guts as the Black Swordsman.

Friendly reminder that Femto is not human anymore so, while Griffith thrived on thinking that he didn’t bother with overwhelming bonds to anyone and that only his dream ever mattered, it is actually the case for Femto.

I hope I answered your points. Thanks for reading and have a nice day Anon! :))

#berserk #guts #griffith #casca #gutsca #femto #berserk theory #anon #answers #my analysis #tw: rape mention #not gonna lie i'm not a fan of people thinking berserk is about dudebros' clash of ego #when the entire story since vol 22 has been about Guts being afraid for Casca and trying to find her the best hiding place #sure SK then told him Casca could be brought back but Guts never envisioned goingafter the Godhand again ever since #he even literally told Zodd to fuck off even tho Grif was super near because Casca's safety was way more important to him #even right now Griffith is not chasing after Guts : he's out there building his empire like he always wanted

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