Ok so this has been a really hard decision to make, but as of now ā I will no longer be writing for the Sidemen. I have absolutely loved writing in this fandom the past year. Itās given me a sense of drive and purpose that I didnāt think I could have felt otherwise.
However, I have found that Iām not really interested in them anymore. As a 22 year old, my interests are developing and Iām not even really watching their videos anymore.
If you are interested in seeing some more of my work, however, I will be writing for IT and Stranger Things over at @storyofpurplespectres! Requests are also open there. Thank you to everyone for your likes and reblogs, your words of encouragement and your constant support ā I appreciate it so much!
I will be leaving all of my work on the blog up, Iām not going to deactivate either as I put so much work into all of my fics.
For now though, all I have to say is for the last time.
ā³ requested by anon ā i know for a fact that this was a request but i think i accidentally deleted the ask iām so sorry!! the request was for reader who is being bullied to go to eddie who turns protective. iām so sorry if you sent that in i hope you see this!
ā³ reading this over iām unsure whether itās good but iāve been procrastinating it all week so here. also this was supposed to be way shorter and not as sad LMAO
ā³ content warnings ā bullying, injury, hurt-comfort, angst if you squint
ā³ 2k word count
ā³ just a reminder that reblogs are seriously appreciated as it helps my work get seen by more people! <3
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Everything around her was just a blur of green through the tears that were building in her eyes, which made everything unfocused. She walked as quickly as her feet would carry her without full-on running. The leaves brushed past her arms and legs, sticks and stones uneven beneath her shoes. She was trembling awfully, and she just wanted to get to Eddie, who would take all of her worries away. They often met in the small clearing in the woods for lunch so it could be just them, no interruptions. On most days she appreciated it more than he realised.
She was almost at the clearing when she heard her name being called, and whipped around with a sharp intake of breath. Had they seen where she went? She thought that she had managed to get away, that sheād be fine once she was with Eddie and wouldnāt have to worry about them for at least another hour. She heard her name again, in the distance to the left, and started backing up. The clearing was right behind her, but she couldnāt tear her eyes from the greenery in front of her, in case they suddenly broke through the trees. There was a laugh in the distance ā the same taunting laugh that sheād heard for weeks on end ā and she stumbled backwards a little quicker to the clearing.
But instead she bumped into something solid and moving, and a pathetic little yelp escaped her as she flinched and turned around. But all she was met with was worried brown eyes and a frown.
āWoah, hey, didnāt mean to scare you,ā Eddie told her, hands on her shoulders, but it only took him a moment to see her tears before he was frowning a little more. āYou okay?ā
His hands were warm as they squeezed her shoulders, and in between his pretty face looking all worried, the tightness in her chest from the attempt to not cry, and the stinging of her knees and hands, it was all a bit too much. Her answer was given in an unstoppable sob, one that had her wrapped up in Eddieās arms within a blink of an eye.
āOh sweetheart,ā Eddie breathed into her hair, ever so gentle, and her body shook with another cry as she wedged her head between his neck and his shoulder. āYouāre okay, Iāve got you.ā
Eddieās arms around her were a stronghold, and as soon as she was encased against him she was safe. So why couldnāt she stop crying? It almost felt difficult to breathe, when usually being with Eddie resulted in some of the easiest breaths she had ever taken.
In an effort to pull her closer, her knee brushed against the harsh fabric of his jeans and she flinched, and a whimpered, āowwā passed her lips.
Eddie pulled back immediately, eyes wide, searching her skin for what could be wrong. āWhat? Did I hurt you?ā
She shook her head. The breath trapped in her throat made it difficult for her to answer, so she just gestured down towards her knees, both scraped and bleeding. Blood trickled down her right leg, the cut worse there, and had started staining her white socks with deep red. She could still feel it all; the foot that had hooked her ankle and caused her to trip, the feeling of her knees smashing against the floor, her hands as they scraped against the floor where she caught herself before she fell face-first. She could hear the laughter of the person who had tripped her, the laughter of everyone around her, the laughter in the distance when she had finally made a break for the woods to see Eddie.
āShit, Y/N,ā Eddie mumbled, a crease in between his eyebrows, before his hand was against her arm again as he led her towards the wooden picnic table in the middle of the clearing. āHere, sit down.ā
She did as she was told and perched on the edge of the bench, her back to the table with her legs stretched out slightly. If she moved them then her knees would sting worse.
Eddie had begun searching through his bag, and she watched as he pulled out a small blue case, and her eyes softened slightly through her tears. It was the First-Aid kit that she had bought him a few months back when he kept cutting his fingers on his guitar strings. She didnāt move as he crouched in front of her with the kit open, and he reached for an alcohol wipe.
āTrip over?ā Eddie asked, and she could only nod. She was still crying ā silent tears that cascaded down her cheeks whilst the lump in her throat prevented her from talking.
The packet for the wipe was placed between his teeth to rip it open, and Eddie hesitated when the wipe was close to her knee. āThis might sting, ākay?ā He only placed the wipe to her knee when she had nodded, and she grit her teeth at the pain that increased in her knee for a moment throughout every wipe. They were silent for a few minutes as he cleaned up her knees, wiping them clean before he placed a band-aid on both. The huge patch on both of her knees was a little embarrassing, and it would only worsen the teasing when she had to go back up towards the school.
āGive me your hands.ā Eddie spoke softly, and she realised that with her palms faced up, he was able to see the grazes there too. She again did as she was told, and felt the warmth of his fingers as he held her left hand. The sting from the wipe was less painful that time, and soon enough both of her palms had been cleaned, too.
āThere,ā Eddie grinned, and gently brushed away a tear from her cheek with his thumb once he had put down the dirty wipe. āGood as new.ā
But she wasnāt, was she? Sure, she was patched up and none of the cuts would get infected, but the physical evidence of what had happened was still there. Her sock was stained with blood, her eyes still tearful and bloodshot. It was obvious to the people that had hurt her just how much it affected her.
Eddie noticed the fresh wave of oncoming tears, and his expression softened, a hand cupping her jaw. āHey, itās okay, honey. You just fell over.ā
At the resulting choking sound that left her in response to his statement, the lump in her throat thicker, Eddie paused, and his worried expression morphed into a more serious concern. āYou did fall overā¦ right?ā
It took her a moment. She stared at him through tear-blurred eyes as her hands trembled again, and at the sight of just how worried he was the dam broke and she cried as she shook her head. Her chest tightened even more, guilty vines that squeezed her heart and lungs, but once again she was wrapped up in his arms.
āWhat happened?ā His voice was soft, but she still heard the underlying tone of anger, of extreme concern.
āShe- she tripped me.ā She managed to get out through her tears, her head once again tucked against his neck.
āWho did?ā He sounded sad.
āCarol,ā She sighed, the name bitter on her tongue. āI was walking to meet you and she tripped me.ā
She felt his palm against her back, pushing against her muscles as he rubbed her through her shirt, his rings scraping pleasantly. āWhy?ā His voice tickled her ear. āWhyād she feel the need to do that?ā
At the question her expression crumpled and she cried again, hands grasping at his shirt. Would he be disappointed that she didnāt tell him what was going on? That for months she had kept it secret?
āHey, itās okay,ā Eddie immediately shushed her when she cried harder, and his lips pressed to her temple. āIām not blaming you, sweetheart, I just wanted to know.ā
She sighed, the exhale deep and painful as she leaned against him. A headache was growing behind her eyes, she supposed it was from the crying, and at that point she didnāt know if she could hold off any longer on telling him what was going on. Maybe he would be disappointed that she didnāt tell him, but he needed to get it off of her chest.
āTommy. H and Carol, they uhā¦ā She paused, inhaling deeply as she stayed buried against his body. This was Eddie, she had nothing to be worried about. At most heād be worried and sad that she hadnāt told him sooner, but he wasnāt going to make fun of her. āTheyāve been picking on me for a while,ā she sniffled. āI didnāt do anything to them but theyāre horribleā¦ normally they just say stuff, but I guess she saw the opportunity to trip me.ā
Eddie had stiffened against her, and even though his arms never unwrapped themselves from her body she could feel how tense he was, fists clenched and knuckles pressed to her back. And for one terrifying moment she was worried that he was mad at her; that she hadnāt told him, that she hadnāt stuck up for herself, that she was in that situation in the first place. But after a moment of silence he leaned back just enough to look at her, and she had never seen such an expression on his face. His usually warm brown eyes were dark, shrouded in shadows as he stared at her between furrowed eyebrows and a frown.
āWhere were they?ā And his voice was different too. Thicker and harsher; like he was holding back from what he actually wanted to say. āWhen they tripped you, where were they?ā His hands lifted to her cheeks and he gently wiped away the tears that were flowing down her cheeks, the gentleness opposite to what he looked like.
āOutside, by the cafeteria.ā She whispered tearfully.
Eddie nodded, his eyes bore into hers a moment longer, before he pulled away and looked towards the clearing in the trees which led back towards the school. It was only then that she realised what he wanted to do, and her stomach twisted with nausea.
āStay here,ā her voice was so small and pathetic, and Eddie didnāt turn back to face her, but he visibly stiffened up again. āItās not worth it, theyāre not worth it.ā
āNot worth it?ā Eddie had never shouted at her before, and even though she knew his anger wasnāt directed at her, she still flinched at the rise in volume when he turned back around to face her. āThey hurt you! Of course itās worth it!ā
āItās not worth them hurting you too,ā her bottom lip quivered and he was staring at her incredulously, like he couldnāt understand why she wanted him to stay. āEddie-ā
āIād get hurt a thousand times over if it meant theyād never lay a hand on you again.ā
He was staring at her with such intensity, such undenying seriousness that she wanted to cry again. She wanted to cry and hug him and never let him go, because nobody had been so protective of her and kind to her. But instead she stood staring at him, teary eyes and a frown that wordlessly conveyed her worry. And he looked torn, between her and the clearing towards the school.
āI donāt,ā she finally mumbled, and whilst he looked annoyed she knew that it wasnāt directed at her, just not being able to give those guys a piece of his mind. āPlease, I donāt want you to get hurt.ā
Maybe it was because she could shatter any stubbornness that the metalhead put up, or simply because she looked like she was going to completely burst into tears again. But Eddie sighed, slumped his shoulders, and stepped forwards to pull her into his arms once more. He was still awfully tense, but she was glad that he wasnāt going to get himself hurt for her.
āAlright,ā he sighed the word, and she sniffled against the juncture of his neck when he wrapped an arm around her body, as his other climbed up into her hair from the base of her neck, until his palm cupped her head against him, as his fingers delicately scratched at her scalp. āBut weāre going to the principalās office first thing tomorrow, okay? And Iāll talk to them if the school does nothing.ā
She was fine with those terms and nodded as her fingers grasped at the back of his denim vest, and allowed herself to feel him just for a moment, to ground herself and be assured that he was okay.
āThank you,ā she mumbled. āFor caring so much.ā
Eddie pressed a kiss to her head, and she went like jelly in his arms when he gently swayed her in his arms. āAlways,ā he murmured the promise into her hairline. āIāll always care, angel.ā
iāve just started writing on tumblr again, after a while. on this account, iāll be mainly writing for stranger things and it 2017/2019.
my requests are currently open, so please feel free to send in a request for the following characters:
It
Richie Tozier
Stanley Uris
Bill Denbrough
Mike Hanlon
Ben Hanscom
Eddie Kaspbrak
Beverly Marsh
Stranger Things
Steve Harrington
Robin Buckley
Nancy Wheeler
Jonathan Byers
Eddie Munson
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Requested: yes|no - Mike Wheeler/Stanley Uris angst? @myuninterestinglifestory
Word Count: 1.1k
Content Warnings: angst, unrequited love, use of strong language, not proofread so if there are any grammar/spelling mistakes I apologise x
Together is what they seemed to do best; as cliche as it seemed it was really Y/N Y/L/N and Mike Wheeler against the world. Whatever trouble they were in, as long as they had each other, they were always able to get out of it.
From the age of five, they were inseparable. It was the first day of kindergarten, a whole new world they both had to navigate. It didnāt seem like they were having much success with socialising with the other kids, when they bumped into each other in the sandbox, sending the other flying.
They each held out their sandy, kid hands and helped each other to their feet. Y/N quickly brushed herself off and gave the boy a disapproving glance. As soon as she did this, a rumble sounded overhead. Thunder. Mike grabbed her hand, beginning to run at a fair pace. He hadnāt wanted either of them to get wet, sand and water mixing on their respective clothing didnāt sound like such a good idea.
Once they reached the safety of the inside, the heavens opened up and it really started to rain. Fat droplets rolled down the windows as they watched, making bets at which one would be the fastest to reach the end of the window.
āIām Mike,ā he had announced at the end of their little game. Holding out his hand like he had seen his dad do, so many times before when introducing himself.
āY/Nā, she replied, instead just holding his hand. Not really knowing why else he would have held his out to her.
At the age of seven, they had both gotten their very first bikes. They raced each other up and down their street every evening after school. Neither of them dared to miss a day.
Whenever Y/N would fall off of her bike, Mike would help her up and vice versa. They trusted each other implicitly. A friendship, a vow they swore never to break as they whizzed up and down on the streets until the sun set and rain started to hammer down onto the roads.
It would only continue on their walkie-talkies, as theyād never run out of things to say or new information to pass onto the other. Bedtime had been and gone, before the thought crossed either of their minds to put the devices down and try to sleep.
Usually ending with, āmy momās gonna be so mad if she comes in here. We should probably get some sleep. Over.ā Before communication went silent. The sound of rain lulling the pair to sleep.
By the time they were eleven, they were thick as thieves. Having developed the same nerdy interests; they would play D&D with a group of friends. Dustin Henderson, Lucas Sinclair and Will Byers.
Which was how this all began really, the evening that Will went missing after a game. It was unexpected, to say the very least. Hawkins was a small town; a safe town and one of their best friends had gone missing.
Somehow, Mike had convinced the group to go and look for Will. Each of them barely covered by their jackets; as they rode the streets of Hawkins on bikes. Helplessly searching for their friend. Hoping against all hope that Will would be found, safe.
Y/N swore it was that night that she knew. She was hopelessly in love with the boy she had met in the sandbox all those years ago. Now bravely searching for his friend, even if it meant putting himself at risk, just because he thought it the right thing to do.
They headed for the forest, as they continued on their search. Rain started to pelt ferociously at them, but it only made Mike more persistent. Will was going to get sick in this weather, especially if no one knew where to possibly even find him, let alone get him to a form of shelter.
It was when she arrived, that everything changed. A small girl with a shaved head, dressed in nothing but an oversized, yellow Bennyās t-shirt. Shivering in the cold. She was disheveled, lost. But, it was the way Mike looked at her, that broke Y/Nās heart. She was something new, a point of intrigue while Y/N was dependable, there was nothing extraordinary about her.
As the girl stood shaking in front of them, although unspoken, they all knew that they needed to act. Mike informed her that his mom would know what to do, and that she should go back to his house with him.
So thatās what happened, they all go back to Mikeās house. Y/N the most hesitant of all, as they go down to the basement. The strange girl, tentatively sits on the sofa; eyes wide, watching all of them. Mike had gotten her a fresh set of clothing, a sweater and a pair of pants.
Y/N led her to the bathroom, just to the side of the room. Just so she had some privacy. As she had tried to change in front of the whole group, practically horrifying Dustin and Lucas.
āIāll wait outside the door for you. If you need anything else just let me know.ā She informed her, mustering the best smile she could manage. Everything was already changing so rapidly, it was madness. Y/N just wanted for things to go back to the way they were; playing D&D with her best friends, having Will back. Just a sense of normality like she had before this other girl arrived.
A matter of days had passed, Y/N had found out some incredible shit about the girl that they had come across in the woods that day. Firstly, she was called Eleven; but the group affectionately referred to her as El. She had superpowers and somehow knew a lot about Willās disappearance.
Y/N, Dustin and Lucas were getting some snacks to prepare them for whatever was about to happen. While Mike and El sat on a nearby bench; having a heart-to-heart about what was going to happen after the fact. Y/N swore she didnāt mean to, but she looked over at them for just a moment and felt her heart shatter. Mike had just kissed El.
Y/N felt like she couldnāt breathe, like everything was in slow motion just for a second. The scene repeating over and over in her head, like a nightmare ā the only difference being that she was awake.
āGuys, I justā¦ Iām gonna go and see if thereās some water or something in the vending machine down the hall.ā She announced, trying her best to convey that she was perfectly fine. That everything was normal.
Slowly, she walked out into the hallway. Finally allowing the tears she had stopped from flowing out. Her hand instinctively covering her mouth, to muffle the sobs. This was a storm that Mike and Y/N just couldnāt outrun.
Not that Iām gonna abandon this account but Iām really tempted to start writing for the IT fandom. Because āØRichie TozierāØ would anyone be interested in that?
@moonlitmarn (probs top fav currently, as I am OBSESSED with their fanfics on Wattpad and anxiously await each and every update)
@sour--disposition
@tomsparkyr
These are my favs at the moment. They all have such fantastic and elegant writing. My thing when it comes to reading and enjoying an imagine/fanfic is the graphic detail of the writing. They all do such a fantastic job of really putting you in the story and setting the scene. As well as plots that keep you interested the whole time.
Will you be working on the request That have been sent in before /ļæ¼whilst you were away or just start with new ones ?
Hey my love!
Preferably Iād just like to get on with new requests simply because there are loads and it would take me forever to go back and write them all ā especially when a lot of them were video specific. So new requests please!
So now that I am back, I will be accepting requests again! I may be a little slow, but Iāll do my best to make sure they all come out at a reasonable time
Naked - Harry LewisĀ
Requested: NoĀ
Word Count:Ā 890
Hey, you there
Can we take this to the next level
Baby do you dare?
Donāt be scared
āCause if you can say the words
I donāt know why I should care
For the past few months you and Harry had been walking on tenterhooks with each other; neither of you daring to explain to the other why. The truth was, as much as you knew that you had fallen hopelessly in love with the Guernsey boy and were far too afraid to bring it to his attention, terrified of sacrificing your friendship. For the matter of something so trivial, feelings.
Of course, you hoped that he felt the same way, but whenever you tried to bring it up to him, he would always find a way to dance around the subject before eventually changing the subject of the conversation to something else entirely. Only further shattering any hopes of trying to get him to understand.
You didnāt want to force this on him though, that was one thing that was absolutely concrete in your mind; so, if he didnāt want to talk about it. You supposed that you would just have to wait until he did and just try your best to overcome any of the mishaps that were thrown your way.
āCause here I am
Iām giving all I can
But all you ever do is mess it up
Yeah, Iām right here
Iām trying to make it clear
That getting half of you, just aināt enough
The day of Behz and Faithās baby shower rolled around. Although it was unlike either of you to willingly want to take the attention away from either of them. You just couldnāt stand it anymore.
Neither of you could be how you were with each other like you had been able to, no matter how much you both tried to cover it up and by this point, it was obvious to everyone else. Making them uncomfortable.
Reluctantly, you approached Harry and took him by the hand. The small gesture is enough to erupt a whole zoo full of animals within the depths of your stomach. āWe need to talk.ā You told him firmly, as you reached the very edge of the gazebo where the baby shower was held.
He slowly removed his hand from yours, eyes firmly on your own; as if they were baring into your soul. āWhat about?ā, he asked softly. You took a deep breath and swallowed, not quite sure how to approach the next part. The part that you had been dreading since the realisation had dawned on you; revealing to him that you liked him, the imminent rejection and then the reality that no matter how hard you tried nothing would be the same.
āWe canāt be friends anymore, Harry.ā You whisper, eyes firmly placed to the ground. You could still feel his stare, no doubt a confused expression upon his face ā you knew him too well to expect him to know what you were on about, he was oblivious to most things. Never mind when it came to feelings, he would rather avoid conversations like these at all costs. Which is exactly what he had been doing.
āI-Iām not quite sure I know what you mean, Y/N,ā he stuttered, his nerves getting the better of him. He didnāt like confrontation at the best of times, which made you wonder whether you had been cruel to corner him off on his own. But, what use would the others be now?
Your heart was pounding in your chest so hard that you could hear it ringing loudly in your ears. There was no going back now. No returning to the tenterhooks you had been balancing on for months. You wondered if that would even be better.
āI canāt be friends with you Harry, because I have feelings for you. And, I know that youāll eventually get a girlfriend, and as selfish as I know this is going to sound,ā you took a deep breath, you had rushed what you were saying because if you didnāt you were afraid you werenāt going to say anything at all. āBut when you do eventually find someone, I canāt pretend to sit there and be happy for you.ā You finished.
He placed a comforting hand on your shoulder. This was it. The rejection. You waited in bated breath for it, just hoping it would come sooner, rather than later.
Iām not going to wait until your done
Pretending you donāt need anyone
Iām standing here naked
āYou donāt need to worry about that.ā He said slowly, contradicting how fast you had spoken. āYou are the person I want Y/N, and I was just too awkward to say anything.ā He continued. Forcing you to look at him.
For the first time in your life, you were speechless.
He took your chin between his thumb and forefinger, bringing your lips together. As they connected, a feeling that you couldnāt describe took over your entire body. Although it was chaste, it was perfect.
You both pulled away, a slight blush on both of your cheeks. Everything was perfect.
As you walked back to the main group, hand-in-hand it dawned on you what the feeling was, pure ecstasy. The happiness of bearing yourself naked, only to reap the ultimate reward; Harry, was ecstasy.
Just a little update from me, I am finally out of hospital and have been for around a month now. I was in hospital from the 19th of September 2021 until the 22nd of April 2022. A very, very long time by all standards.
I am currently writing something that Iām hoping to have published on Friday. Iām hoping that you all enjoy it because itās been a long while since Iāve written something and an even longer while since Iāve been a part of this community.
Thank you to everyone who still interacts with this account despite how barren itās been. I appreciate every single one of you.
