parings 𝜗𝜚 tyler galpin. ៹ fem .ᐟ frankenstein monster.ᐟ reader ᧁ; strangers to lovers, forbidden lovers
warnings ⋆˚꩜ NOT PROOFREAD! fighting, bullying(?)
synopsis୨୧ while moving to nevermore with her cousin Y/n finds a new subject to devote her studies & experiments on. The local barista, Tyler Galpin. As trying to uncover the person behind these mysterious murders &constant threat towards the Addams family with her cousin, Y/n must find the common ground between love and science.
.ᐟ authors note ⋆ ͘ . im making myself write through my writers block, so excuse me if this isn't good lol! want to get notified for each chapter? comment & reblog for a tag!
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“How long do you think this will take?” “I plan to be out in 10 minutes.” Y/n glanced at Wednesday. The appendage compiled teenager was not allowed to go to therapy with Wednesday.
She had managed to convince the judge that her psyche could be altered with just a quick tighten of her bolts. “I will be at the Weathervane,” The girl informed her cousin. “Maybe I can try and find someone who is willing to be my next experiment.” Y/n gave a mischievous smile. Wednesday’s eyes glinted with amusement. A look that so many people wouldn’t be able to decode upon seeing, but Y/n did.
The two girls stood outside of Dr. Kinbott's office discussing their plan. The sounds of people and cars around them muffling their conversation to others nearby.
“Tell me if she survives the first session.”
The two went their separate ways, Y/n begrudgingly making her way to the Weathervane. She would love nothing more than to tournament a therapist, but to her disdain the only tormenting she would succumb to is drinking mediocre coffee served by a person probably her age with below average barista experience. The thought alone bringing a slight chill to her spine.
As Y/n walked into the cozy cafe, she was greeted with warm air that smelled of coffee and freshly baked pastries.
As the scent enveloped her she looked around the intimate seating area and noticed an open booth. She dropped her satchel off at a booth she deemed worthy to spend her time at and made her way to the counter to take her order.
She continued to look around and set her eyes on the bar. A teenage boy tinkering with the espresso machine took her interest, but it looked like he was having trouble as copious amounts of steam roared from its mechanics.
After the cloud of heated water vapor dissipated the teenage barista yelped in shock as he noticed the girl in front of him. “I need an Americano, 4 shots.” She ordered with a deadpan expression, not needing to look at the menu.
The boy had amber locks that made a slight mess of curls. His skin was pale, but with a warm hue to it that complemented his twinkling green eyes. He looked like your typical boy next door, a warm and tender aura radiating from him.
“Do you make it a habit to scare people like that?”
He examined her uniform and skin that was held together by industrial stitching, with the very obvious emblem on her uniform, and the stitching of her skin and missing eye that was adorned with an eyepatch, he concluded one thing. "You go to Nevermore…”He continued with his sentiment.
Y/n looked at the boy, her expression still still void of any trace of joy or pleasantry.
”I’m not interested in your small talk, I’m only interested in getting my coffee.” He continued to stare at her with a confused expression. His coral pink lips pursed in a small awkward smile.
Y/n let out a frustrated sigh.”It’s only espresso and water.” “Yes, I know what an Americano is.” He answered, trying to keep his customer service voice present, but annoyance slipped through the cracks.
“The espresso machine is having a seizure, so we only have drip right now.” Y/n glanced over to the corner where the pots of brewed coffee were placed and glanced back at the boy in front of her. “I’d rather undo all my stitching.” The boy made a small gulp, uncomfortable by the imagery the girl planted in his brain.
Fueled by her want of coffee, she decided that today would be her good deed for the rest of the year.
“What’s wrong with your machine?” Y/n asked as she watched the steam rise from its mechanics.”It’s a temperamental beast with a mind of its own,” He told the girl as he looked at the machine he could not get to work.
“It doesn’t help that the instruction manual is in Italian either,” Y/n hummed to herself and walked over to where the boy stood behind the coffee bar. “W-wait you’re not supposed to be back here.” “Do you want your machine fixed or not?” She took the manual out of his hands and silently read it.
The boy watched awkwardly as the stitched skin girl skimmed over the foreign manual. “I need a tri-wing screwdriver and a four- millimeter Allen wrench.” She told him. “You read Italian?” He asked, dumbfounded. “Of course,” She stated matter of factually.
I'm pretty sure my father used a couple of their body parts to make me.” The boy grimaced for a slight second before Y/n offered him a proposition.
“Let’s make a deal,” Y/n spoke as her lips curled into a slight smile. “I’m going to fix your coffee machine, then you’re going to make my coffee and in…” Y/n glanced down to the watch on her wrist and back to the boy, “Approximately 5 minutes, you’re going to call me a taxi for my friend and I,”
The boy shook his head slightly,“There’s no taxies in Jericho,” The boy informed Y/n. “Try Uber?” Y/n’s eyebrows contorted in confusion as she began to work on the espresso machine. “I don't have a phone. It’d only be useful for its parts.” “Then you’re out of luck.” He told her.
A small silence filled the gap between them as he watched her weave around wires and tighten bolts. Leaning on the counter of the bar and folding his arms, he asked. “Where are you even going anyway?”
Y/n continued to work on the machine, not looking up from the mechanics. Her lack of eye contact and cold demeanor made him slightly nervous, almost even a hair uncomfortable, but he continued to watch the stitched together girl with interest. “Nowhere you need to be concerned with.” She answered flatly.
She stopped working on the machine for a moment, finally looking at the boy. “What about trains?” The barista told her how there was a train station, but it was a 30 minute drive just to get to it.
Y/n let out a hum, taking a mental note of the information for later. “You have a valve issue, I’ve seen it before.” “You have one of these things at home?” Y/n shook her head as he placed the screwdriver beside the finicky machine. “No, but I have a steam powered guillotine.” She told him truthfully. “My cousin and I built one when we were 10.”
The boy watched as Y/n put the espresso machine back together, fixing the lid and testing out the steam wand for extra measure. With a surprised ‘thank you’ he finally introduced himself.
”I’m Tyler by the way. I didn’t catch your name, or is that on a need to know basis too?” “Y/n.” She told him. Tyler proposed that as a thank you for fixing the machine he would drive her and Wednesday to the train station in Burlington himself.
Bingo.
Just as he finished speaking, the doorbell went off, grabbing Y/n’s attention. Wednesday had escaped her therapy session and was now looking for her cousin in the coffee shop. Y/n turned back to Tyler. “Perfect, put that Americano in a to-go and add a quad over ice to the order,” She told him, her voice almost seeming excited.
“Wait, I don’t get off for another hour.” Y/n rolled her eyes. She tried to convince the boy to get off his shift earlier, but he refused. The girl scoffed and made her way to he front of the coffee counter. Turning around before joining Wednesday. “You better make that hour useful and still get that coffee order,” She bantered with the boy.
He let out a wry chuckle before attending to his espresso machine and loosely watched as Y/n joined the girl with twin tail braids.
“Who was that?” Wednesday asked as her cousin joined her in a booth. “An expendable who will get out of here,” Wednesday’s lips curled into a small off putting smile.
“Who was that?” Wednesday asked as her cousin joined her in a booth. “An expendable who will get out of here,” Wednesday’s lips curled into a small off putting smile. “You’re proving yourself useful.” “You’re not the only one who wants out of this insignificant institution.”
Y/n explained to her cousin that they would have to wait for Tyler to finish his shift before leaving as they took a seat in the booth Y/n had claimed with her satchel moments ago. She rummaged through her bag and grabbed her tattered notebook and a pen.
With an hour to kill she began to scribble in her notebook. “What machine are you working on now?” “Etro has a gear that keeps skipping and it’s causing his wing to stutter.” Y/n explained as she showed the diagram of her robotic crow. “I need to replace this gear and then find why that gear was causing the stutter. I think I need to change the type of gear and then rewire his initial gear workings.”
Wednesday hummed in interest as she watched Y/n try to figure out what gear would best be used for the robotic crow’s replacement.
The two were so engrossed in their conversation and brainstorming for Y/n’s upcoming inventions, they did not even notice the group of boys that came inside and crowded their booth. Y/n looked up, noticing a shadow dimming her light.
“What are Nevermore freaks doing out in the wild?” One of them asked. The two girls turned their attention to the group, but Y/n could not help but let out a wry chuckle at their attire. “Why are you boys dressed up as religious fanatics?” Wednesday asked over Y/n’s dry land monotone laughter. “We’re pilgrims?” “Basically the same thing,” Y/n replied.
One of them, a boy with dark skin, grabbed a flyer that was on the table and flipped it over to reveal the words ‘Pilgrim World’ in big lettering along with a printed drawing of two pilgrims.
Wednesday looked at the flyer. “It takes a special kind of stupid to devote a theme park to over zealots devoted to mass genocide.” Said Wednesday as she continued to look at the flyer.
The boy tried to defend the park, mentioning how his dad was the owner of the odd amusement park.
“Hey guys back off,” Tyler tried to intervene to stop the current stand off from turning into a fight, but nobody was wanting his help. Wednesday and Y/n stood up from their booth to face the trio of boys that surrounded them.
“So tell me, freak. You ever been with a normie?” The dark skinned boy asked as he looked at Wednesday.
“I’ve never been with one that could handle me.” She answered, taunting the boy in front of her. The dark skinned boy did not answer, he just stared at the two girls. His gaze bouncing between the two.
Wednesday mocked the boy with a taunting ‘boo’. As the boy flinched, another one from their party reached out and grabbed onto Wednesday’s shoulder. The other one reached out to grab Y/n. The mix matched girl quickly maneuvered her way out of his grasp and landed a swift blow to his face with her first.
The boy fell over, the weight of his head knocking him down. With a groan, Y/n down to see him writhe in pain. The girl looked over to see his friend on the ground beside him curled in a fetus position.
The two girls had knocked them all to the ground, knocking their ego down a peg as well.
Tyler joined them, watching the boys on the ground slowly scramble to get up with a surprised look on his face. Not many interesting things happened during his shift, this was by far the experience that took the cake.
Asking Wednesday about her history in fighting, and if Y/n needed any ice for her hand.
“I think they need it more than I do.”
Y/n and Wednesday watched the boys writhe in pain on the ground, a small ‘ding’ turning their attention to the door. “Dad.” Tyler called out.
The man with a scruffy beard and unmistakable green eyes dressed in a police uniform was quick to notice the bodies of the boys on the ground of his son’s place of employment. Not wasting a second to ask what was going on.
“They were harassing customers, and they put them in their place” Tyler explained motioning towards the two girls that stood beside him.
“These two took down three boys?” He questioned in disbelief. “Did you help them?” Y/n and Wednesday glanced at each other with a knowing look as Tyler denied any doing in fighting anyone.
“Apologies, sheriff.”
A cheery tone rang through the cafe along with the recognizable sound of heels hitting the tile floor. Principal Weems came to collect Y/n and Wednesday, their plan to escape had come to a stop. “Come one, Miss Addams and Miss Y/n.” She called out to them. “Time to go.”
The two girls joined their headmaster. Making a spectacle too soon would only make trouble down the line. “Wait a minute, hang on.” The sheriff called out in a skeptical tone.
“You’re an Addams?” He questioned. He seemed to have something out for Wednesday’s father. “I’m keeping my eye on you two.” The girls did not respond as Principal Weems ushered them out of the cafe and into her car.
“Already tipping off the police.” Y/n hummed to herself. “It’s so interesting it’s almost making me want to stay here.”
𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬-while moving to nevermore with her cousin Y/n finds a new subject to devote her studies & experiments on. The local barista, Tyler Galpin. As she's trying to uncover the person behind these mysterious murders &constant threat towards the Addams family with her cousin, Y/n must find the common ground between love and science.
𝐓𝐘𝐋𝐄𝐑 𝐆𝐀𝐋𝐏𝐈𝐍 | a barista with a mysterious side and issues with his father and his identity. Spending his days at his part time job the Weathervane, one latte art at a time he'll bare his soul with you.
𝐖𝐄𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐒 | twin braided aspiring author who enjoys bringing treachery to others and getting to the bottom of a mystery to use as inspiration for her next novel. She may give you the cold shoulder, but she'll burn a city down to keep you warm.
parings 𝜗𝜚 tyler galpin. ៹ fem .ᐟ frankenstein monster.ᐟ reader ᧁ; strangers to lovers, forbidden lovers
warnings ⋆˚꩜ NOT PROOFREAD!
synopsis୨୧ while moving to nevermore with her cousin Y/n finds a new subject to devote her studies & experiments on. The local barista, Tyler Galpin. As trying to uncover the person behind these mysterious murders &constant threat towards the Addams family with her cousin, Y/n must find the common ground between love and science.
.ᐟ authors note ⋆ ͘ . missing Wednesday era real bad. sighhhh.. I also miss pre Hyde fluff Tyler but yern for that cat and mouse troupe. I've had this idea for this fic for a while and have finally had the time to write it. #soexcited! want to get notified for each chapter? comment & reblog for a tag!
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The halls of Nevermore were alive with the clamoring of students talking about their classes and what they did, catching their friends up. The air was crisp, still a leftover chill from a cold front that lingered. Despite the lively community that took place in the halls, Y/n and Wednesday stood, watching students pass by them.
The cheer and liveliness that filled the air died around them, almost as if the two formed a thick fog of disdain around them.
“Oh, Y/n, darling. Cheer up.” Her mother purred as she pet the top of her head. “You should be glad to be out of that treacherous public school.” Although Y/n and her mother were close, there was a thorn in the side of their relationship. “Might I remind you, mother, I was doing just fine surpassing my peers.” Her mother let out a small ‘tch’ and watched as her daughter fixed the heart shaped covering that shielded her eye.
Y/n turned to her counterpart who was just as unenthused to be in the school as she was. Thanks to the twin tailed storm cloud of despair, Y/n was now moved to this school to keep an eye on her.
“Keep staring and I’ll gouge your remaining eye out.” Wednesday told the girl keeping her icy glare in front of her.
“Not having to see this place? You’d be doing me a favor.” Wednesday rolled her eyes. “Thank’s to your backyard castration practices, I have to be here to keep an eye on you.” Y/n spat. “Make sure you don’t widen your clientele.” Wednesday rolled her eyes. She knew her parents were going to pull something as she transferred to the new school.
But having to be Wednesday’s personal pseudo life coach that keeps her family from acting on her teetering murderous tendencies was not what she had in mind.
As the girls walked through the halls of the school, Y/n took in the sight of crowded halls watching all the students strolling around in banal uniforms. Students stared at them as they walked their conversations dying down and turning into a whisper as their eyes followed the two.
As the group approached the office, Principal Weems was there to greet them with a poised smile.
A tall white woman with rosy cheeks and platinum blonde hair that was neatly done in a stylish up-do, greeted the family with a significant smile. She wore a white pan suit that had specks of colorful yarn sewed in and a large gold broach on her left breast, and on her fervent smile, Her crimson lipstick contrasting against her pale skin.
“Ah Morticia,” She sighed happily. “It is so wonderful to see you,” The gothic woman smiled back. “It’s been so long,” Principal Weems slightly pursed her lips as she smiled back, her smile almost forced. “Indeed, it has,”
The woman led the family into her office. It was spacious and warm. Earthy tones of decor filled the space and it smelled of fresh linens and burning wood with hints of sweet vanilla. Faint sounds of wood crackling from the gorgon-themed fireplace and the pitter-patter of rain from outside filled the room's quietness as everyone sat down.
Principal Weems took a seat at her desk and looked at the two girls and sighed, breaking the silence that filled the room.
Grabbing nearby papers and folders she set them in front of her, the professional aura exuding from her. “It is wonderful to finally meet you two.” She smiled at the girls.
Y/n and Wednesday did not return her sweet gaze and instead stared at the woman with a cold stare. With a small tch, Weems glanced down at her papers and back to the six that were in front of her.
Principal Weems tried to make small talk with her new students, but her attempts were feeble as the girls continued to give them short worded and cynical answers.
Principal Weems went over Wednesday's school history. She had gone through eight schools in five years. Y/n did not have a school history as notorious as Wednesday, but she did move around more than an average student.
Wednesday explained to Weems that a school was never strong enough to hold her, Nevermore would not be any different.
“What my daughter means to say is…., is that she greatly appreciates the opportunity,” corrected Gomez as he gave her a quick side glance.
“Usually,” Principal Weems said as she folded her hands. “Nevermore does not accept students mid-term but given Wednesday and Y/n’s perfect grades and your family's long history with the school. I’ve spoken with the board, and we’ve made an exception,” Y/n and Wednesday turned to each other. Although they had stone-cold faces, the look in their eyes was begging to be saved from their now worst nightmare.
“Isn’t that wonderful, Y/n?” Her mother smiled as she placed her hands on her shoulder. Y/n clenched her jaw in response. .
Morticia asked about Wednesday’s therapy sessions and “luckily” for the raven-haired girl, there was a therapist in the city nearby that was willing to take Wednesday in for her court-ordered sessions.
Principal Weems also told the girls about their dormitories and where they would be staying for the rest of the year.
They would both be staying in Ophelia Hall but in different dorms. “Refresh my memory,” said Wednesday as she turned to her mother. Y/n turned to her mother as well, her face void of any emotion.
“Ophelia is the girl who kills herself after being driven mad by her family,”
Principal Weems’s cherry red lips contorted into a big toothy grin.
“Shall we go meet your new roommates?”
As the group entered Wednesday’s new room Y/n’s grimaced and Morticia gasped. “It’s so…vivid,” Gomez commented as he looked around in a fake smile. The room looked as if a rainbow with a penchant for unicorns had thrown up and forgot to mop up the mess.
Y/n looked around the room, trying to fight back a laugh. “Howdy roomie!” The girl jumped with an exuberant tone. “Wednesday, this is Enid Sinclair,” Weems introduced. Y/n could no longer hold back her laugh and let out a stiffened snicker.
Wednesday shot her cousin a glare before looking back at the colorful girl. “Are you okay?” The girl asked as she looked at Wednesday. “You look a little…pale,” “Wednesday always looks half dead,” Enid nodded in understanding, shifting her attention to the girl beside her macabre roommate.
“And I like your…patchwork. Really cool,” Enid said motioning to Y/n’s stitched together skin. “Thank you.” Y/n replied flatly.
There was an awkward silence for a moment before Enid turned back to Wednesday. “Well, Welcome to Ophelia Hall!” Enid told her
The girl with her colorful bob reached forward to try and give her new roommate a hug. but Wednesday stepped back slightly furrowing her eyebrows.
“Not a hugger…got it,”
Mortcia apologized for her daughters' behavior. Informing Enid that the girl in black and white was allergic to color. “I break out in hives and the flesh peels off my bones,” Wednesday answered in a flat tone.
“Luckily we’ve specially ordered you a uniform,” Principal Weems smiled. “Enid please take Wednesday and Y/n to the registers office to pick it up along with a copy of her schedule,” Wednesday and Y/n turned to face Morticia and Gomez glaring icicle at them before walking off. Y/n followed in suit, glaring at her parents with the same hostility.
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The three teenage girls walked through the halls of the school as Enid took them on an official tour. Y/n looked around each hallway, the walls were decorated with pictures of students, alumni’s, posters for clubs, and even some awards were sprinkled in.
She half-heartedly listened to her tour guide speak, Wednesday looking around and taking mental notes of passageways that would be perfect to use for her great escape.
Needless to say, the girls were not paying attention, but Enid continued her polished spiel that highlighted the arduous aura of the school that they would be attending.
“Nevermore was founded in 1791 to educate people like us,”
Y/n internally groaned as she listened to the platinum blonde-haired girl talk. Her voice was the equivalent of nails on a chalkboard, or the sound of babies laughing. It was aggravating. “You can save the sanitized sales pitch,” Wednesday cut off her spiel. “We won’t be staying long,”
“Why not?”
“This was our parents’ idea,” Y/n replied as she watched students walk the halls
Even with their parents not here, the two girls found their parents' images plastered around the school. Even though Wednesday had already gained a reputation of being a murderous teenage girl, and Y/n a psychotic scientist who uses her cousin's victims for experiments. Their image was still tainted by the stain of having their parents be so proactive in school spirit.
“This is the quad,” Enid showcased the large outdoor space as she stood by the two girls.“It’s a pentagon,” Y/n looked around at the students that lounged in the crisp green grass. “It’s crowded,” The girl mumbled.
“The whole snarky goth girl and pessimistic loner act may have worked at normie school, but here things are different,” said Enid as she looked out into the field of students. “Let me give you a rundown of the school’s social scene,” Enid began to walk and Y/n and Wednesday followed. “We have no interest in making friends here,” said Y/n as she watched the teens on the field. Enid made a comment, but Y/n did not care enough to pay attention.
“Fangs, Furs, Stoners, and Scales are the four main cliques here,” Enid explained each group and what they were, even though the names were very telling. She also gave a quick dish of gossip about the now dead relationship of a student by the name of Xavier Thorpe and Bianca Barclay.
“I can’t believe it.” Y/n turned to the girl with a deadpanned face. “Tell me more.” She said with sarcasm dripping from her tone. Enid pouted her lips slightly, wishing to talk about drama and gossip to her fellow peers.
“Yo, Enid,” A tall boy with a sharp facial structure who wore a dark blue beanie called out as he walked up to the blonde. “You’re not going to believe the dirt I found out about your new roommate. The boy gossiped about Wednesday and then spoke about Y/n.
Enid let out an awkward chuckle and slightly shook her head to try and get the boy to stop talking, eventually giving up and moving to the side, showing the two girls to the serpent haired boy
Enid introduced the girls to the boy. His name was Ajax, and he was a gorgon. He was stunned by the girls' appearances.
“You’re in black and white. Like a living Instagram filter,” He commented on Wednesday’s appearance. “And you’re like a girl Frankenstein.” Y/n rolled her eye and watched as Enid pushed the boy away and dismissed his remarks about the girl's peculiar looks.
Enid continued to finish her tour, giving her new roommate and hopeful new friend tips about their new school. “You know you should also go to the Jericho fair that’s happening.” Said Enid trying to make a light conversation.
“Poorly built festival rides?” Wednesday questioned. “Sounds interesting.” Y/n’s lips curled into a small smile as she thought about the horrendous things that could take place at a fair. “I’ll bring a screwdriver.”
A scared expression flashed across Enid’s features, but quickly masked it with a nervous smile and a small chuckle. “Principal Weems told me to give me your uniforms at the end of the tour, so.” Enid spoke up trying to deter the conversation. The blonde lead the girls to the registration office where two perfectly folded uniforms were waiting.
“I’ll leave you two to get changed.”
Y/n looked down at the uniform in her hands and her face contorted into disgust as she examined the clothing. Y/n’s uniform was a mixture of the blue uniforms the students wore with patches of a black uniform that looked like Wednesday’s.
The stitching was clean and sharp enough to cut one of her fused limbs off. “Our parents really like to see us suffer,” She told her twin braided cousin.
parings 𝜗𝜚 five hargreeves. ៹ fem .ᐟ ᧁ; established lovers, angst˒
warnings ⋆˚꩜ swearing, trauma, NOT PROOFREAD!ᐟ lmk if I missed any!
synopsis୨୧ in the 60’s five is reminded why he is there, you are there to remind him he made the right choice
.ᐟ authors note ⋆ ͘ . this is based off of the song "reach out i'll be there" by the Four Tops. It felt fitting for him, so I literally wrote this in like 30 minutes. want to get notified for this character's fics? comment for a tag!
Ash speckled the sky, dust mixing with the air making it almost un-breathable. Orange hues rippled through the sky as the sun’s harsh rays beat down on Five’s skin. Panic set in as he looked around him. Rubble from buildings and broken streets littered everywhere making it impossible to make a straight path through the desolate area.
The crackle of flames ruminated through the quiet apocalyptic afternoon. The boy would have never thought he would be back where started. The scene looked too familiar to him.
“Vanya?” He called out. “Luther?” He shouted out once more. Tears welled his eyes and a lump formed in his throat and he used his strength to muster past, a shaky voice called out once more. “Y/n?” His voice echoed through the miles of desolate streets. The sound of fire and wind was the only thing to respond to his pleas.
His feet began to carry him. gravel crunching underneath his shoes. He continued to run through the destroyed streets. Calling out for her name. He thought he had figured out a way to stop the end of the world; confusion, pain, and anger taking the empty space in his head. The girl’s name was the only thing he called out like a broken mantra he called. Searching underneath piles of cinder blocks and broken plywood from buildings.
As the scene played out in front of him, he tossed and turned in his bed. The horrors only taking his mind in his sleep. Y/n laid next to him in bed, idle from her sleep. Her quiet breaths from her slumber mixing with the tranquil sound of the evening crickets and late night city bustling from outside.
The orange hues of a streetlight that shone obviously through their window casting the two in a warm glow. Unbeknownst to Y/n her lover laid tormented in his dream state. His breathing began to quicken, beads of sweat beginning to form on his skin. Quiet mumbles begin to mix with the ambiance of the night.
The boy began to toss and turn, the panic setting in. Just as Y/n began to notice her lover's disturbance, Five jolted awake, a weak scream leaving his lips. Y/n quickly joined him, now awake and confused. Sleep still clouding her brain. Five’s hands scrambled to the girl beside him, grasping her arms and patting her to make sure he was not dreaming.
Tears now spilling from the boy's eyes, Y/n snapped out of her dazed state and followed Five's eyes. “Five? What’s wrong.” The boy let out a choked sob, latching to her body and pulling her into a hug. A hug so tight the girl could not move.
“You’re okay.” She hugged back. “It was just a dream.” She reassured. “I’m here.” The boy let out quiet sobs as his face burrowed into her neck. Tears dampened her skin.
“I’m here for you, Five.”
Y/n cooed, her heart beginning to hurt from the sight of the boy’s pain and she hugged him back tighter. “I should not have brought us here.” He choked out, his voice a mere whimper. “You did what you had to do to save us.” Y/n reassured with no hesitation. “We’re safe.”
parings 𝜗𝜚 nerd.ᐟ mike wheeler. ៹ fem .ᐟ reader ᧁ; classmates to lovers(?) ˒
warnings ⋆˚꩜ make out shesh
synopsis୨୧ you teach him how to kiss during a study sesh
.ᐟ authors note ⋆ ͘ . just because I wanted to lol. want to get notified for an imagine? comment which fandom & reblog for a tag!
As the classroom air was filled with the sounds of students socializing and laughter from certain cliques in different parts of the room, Mike was the only quiet one. He watched his math videos and kept his head buried in his books, that was until she caught his eye.
As she sat in the front of the classroom next to her friend, Y/n had just grabbed her lip gloss from her makeup pouch. The skinny tube with a gold cap was shining in the warm sunlight that lit up the classroom. It was almost as if Mike was hypnotized as he watched Y/n apply the pink-tinted gloss, the shimmer from her lips making him gulp to himself.
The girl continued to talk to her friend, oblivious to the eyes that stared her down as she put the enticing lip gloss back into her pouch. Mike so desperately wanted to know what flavor adorned her lips, and with each word she spoke, he became more and more entranced. With each shape her lips made, the shiny gloss glimmered, and just like his countless math equations and countless English experts, he memorized each shape.
He was so captivated he barely even noticed Y/n turning around to place her pouch back into her backpack. Just before turning around, her eyes flicked around the classroom, and she noticed the boy staring at her. Mike’s eyes widened as he made eye contact with the girl. Her lips curled into a smile as she looked at him. The boy glanced at her lips and back to her eyes, forcing a small smile back.
As Y/n turned around and continued her conversation with her friends, Mike shrank back into his seat and sighed, cheeks burning hot with embarrassment. He shook his head, pushing up his glasses from the bridge of his nose; and went back to his studying, trying to focus on his work.
As time went on and Mike continued to study, his thoughts were still clouded by thoughts of Y/n. He could not focus on any of his equations or studies during the whole class because he was so focused on her. Lucas noticed as he stared at her for the 100th time that day, kicking the boy’s chair leg to catch his attention, “You’re staring again.”
“What?”
Lucas let out a scoff as he rolled his eyes, “You’ve been staring at her all day.”
Mike’s eyes flickered to Y/n before looking at Lucas. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Lucas let out a breathy chuckle. “Sure.” He said before laying his head back down on his arm pillow to go back to sleep.
Mike rolled his eyes and went back to watching his tutor video, eyes glancing up at her. He watched as she applied another layer of lip gloss, the gloss coating her plump lips. He felt his mouth almost water as he watched the pink tint catch the sunlight as she studied her notes.
Everyone had finished their notes and studying now as the school bell rang everyone shuffled out of the classroom desperate to get home or do whatever activities they wanted to participate in after school, but not Mike. His priorities were the textbook and notebook that was laid out on his desk. Y/n waited behind everyone else waving her friends and other classmates goodbye as they left.
Once everyone was out of the classroom Y/n turned to Mike who had an old pair of old headphones on that he probably got from Nancy; oblivious to her presence. Y/n hesitantly walked up to the boy and tapped on his desk careful not to startle him. Mike looked up and took off his set of headphones.
“Yes?”
Y/n smiled as she looked at the boy. “Hey Mike, I was wondering if you could help me out with the recent topic we went over. I’m having some trouble, and I know you study a lot, so I was wondering if I could get your help?” The boy did not blink for a moment as he tried to comprehend the words that came out of her mouth. ‘She wants me to tutor her?’ He thought.
“Yeah, I don’t mind.”
A bigger smile appeared on her lips as she looked at the boy. Her leftover lipgloss shining just as bright as her smile. She quickly grabbed a nearby chair and sat down at the boy’s desk.
As she took out her notebook and pencil, she also took out the tube of lip gloss that had been taunting Mike all day, the gold cap glimmering in the sun once more. Mike watched the lip gloss in the girl’s hand as she unscrewed the cap and applied another layer. The boy felt his mouth water as he watched, this time taking the moment to take in her features. The way her blush flushed her cheeks, and the glint of light in her eyes.
“Sorry.” Y/n spoke up as she finished applying the gloss, “The weather change has been causing my lips to get chapped, and I forgot my lip balm at home this morning.”
Mike shook his head, “I get it. My lips get chapped sometimes, too.”
Y/n smiled. the two began to study, Y/n asking questions when needed. “I’m a bit confused here. I think I’m not doing this step right because I’m getting a different answer.” The boy took a look at her notebook, retracing each step she wrote as she did each problem. “You’re not rounding here, so it throws everything off.”
Y/n looked at her paper and realized her mistake. “Wow, thank you! I was going crazy trying to figure out what I was doing wrong.”
The two continued to work in silence, Y/n asking for help when she needed and Mike explaining it to her in detail each time. After a moment of silence, Mike looked up, watching Y/n write in her notebook. He watched her as he wrote down problems and worked them out, his eyes scanning each part of her face. His eyes landed on her lips, and he could not stop looking.
The way the glitter glimmered and the pink tint brought color to her plump lips. His mind did not wander to perverted thoughts as he looked at them, but to thoughts of how beautiful she looked. The color complemented the light makeup she wore that day.
“You’re staring.”
Mike was so entranced he barely realized that Y/n was now looking back at him, “What?”
“You’re staring.” The girl repeated. “Is there something on my face?”
He shook his head no as blood flushed his ears.
Y/n smiled. “You look nervous. Is something wrong?” The boy shook his head once more, feeling the heat spread to his cheeks. Y/n leaned in a little closer to the boy, examining his face.
“You’re all red.”
Y/n’s voice almost had an oblivious and innocent tone to it, unaware of the nervousness she made Mike feel. His eyes flickered to her lips before back to her eyes. The ends of Y/n’s lips curled into a smile as she noticed the small pathway the boy’s eyes took, “Have you ever kissed a girl before?” Y/n rested her head on her hands as she looked at the boy. He still looked at her, his glare intense as ever.
“That’s not important.”
“So, no then.”
Mike bit the inside of his cheek as the girl taunted him.
“Would you like to?”
Mike did not say anything, but his eyes flickered to her lips once more, giving Y/n all the confirmation she needed.
Y/n leaned over the desk, slowly breaking the space between the two. Mike tensed up and did not move as their lips touched, making Y/n pull back. “Is everything okay?” She questioned, concern in her tone. “I can stop.” Mike shook his head. Almost took quickly as he tried to get a coherent sentence out. “I don’t know what to do.”
Y/n let out a small chuckle. “Just relax and do what feels right, okay?” Mike continued to look at her with his intense gaze.
Y/n leaned back in, closing the space once more. Mike relaxed, feeling the sticky gloss touch his lips. Y/n’s words replayed in his mind as she slowly moved her lips, making him follow suit. He gently placed his hand on the nook of her jaw, bringing her in closer.
‘Her lips taste like cherries.” He thought as he kissed back, this time more confidently.
Y/n placed her hands on the boy’s lap as she leaned closer to him, deepening the kiss. Mike moved his hands down to her shoulders, each movement igniting a confidence in the boy. Y/n tilted her head as she brought the boy closer, her chest pressing against his loose flannel. Mike decided he was confident enough to try something. His tongue parting his lips and prodding as the thinning lipgloss, parting her lips.
The girl let out a small huff as she opened her mouth just wide enough to let the boy’s tongue explore her mouth.
Mike loved this.
He relished in the small breathes she let out as his tongue tangled with hers, how she tried to pull the boy closer despite each gap between them was filled, and the taste of cherry that ruminated through his mouth along with small coarse bits of glitter. He loved it all.
Y/n was the first to pull away, her hands still on the boys shoulders. “I don’t know how.” She mocked in a sarcastic tone. Mike let out a chuckle, his nose scrunching with amusement. “I mean, I have a pretty good tutor.” Y/n’s lips curled into a small sly smile as she pulled the boy a bit closer.
𝐢'𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫!- after meeting jonathan at your part time job at the movie rental after a school day you two began to hang out and Joyce began to notice. The move overwhelmed with work and needing a break asks Jonathan to babysit. The boy asks you to join him and you began to realize the kids you were watching were not getting into normal situations. School, work, and now a babysitting gig with a bunch of crazy kids? Not to mention a growing crush on the local weird kid? How do you manage?
parings 𝜗𝜚 jonathan byers. ៹ fem .ᐟ reader ᧁ; classmates to lovers ˒
warnings ⋆˚꩜ NOT PROOFREAD!
synopsis୨୧ after meeting jonathan at your part time job at the movie rental / record shop after a school day you two began to hang out and Joyce began to notice. The mom overwhelmed with work and needing a break asks Jonathan to babysit. The boy asks you to join him and you began to realize the kids you were watching were not getting into normal situations. School, work, government conspiracies, and now a babysitting gig with a bunch of crazy kids? Not to mention a growing crush on the local weird kid? How do you manage?.
.ᐟ authors note ⋆ ͘ . missing Jonathan real bad. sighhhh.. but I've been working on this fic for a couple months. It's not perfect, but i'm excited to start a new series! want to get notified for each chapter? comment & reblog for a tag!
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After school.
When the bell rang and students rushed out of the school doors to get to their cars, bikes, skateboards, or even the path they use to walk home. As the sound of lockers slamming, feet scuffling along the floor, and the conversations of different cliques echoed through the hall, Y/n made her way though the bushels of people.
Y/n had a pair of thin headphones covering your ears that were connected to her new Walkman she had bought at the Radio shack in the town square. As she walked the halls her music muffled the sounds around her. As the girl ignored her surroundings as she walked through the halls, she thought about her after school activities for the day. She thought about how she was going to have to go to work and still complete the assignments that her teachers had given her that day.
Her days were mundane. Wake up, go to school, go to work or home, eat, then sleep. They repeated like a boring cycle. Taking off her headphones and having the sounds of students outside along with the noises of the cars that took space in the parking lot.
She got to her car and threw all her belongings in the backseat and got in the front seat. A lot of people used the rest of their days after school to relax at home or study from upcoming tests, Y/n wished she could drive home and throw herself on her bed to envelop herself in her plush comforters, but she had to make the drive to her part time job at the towns movie rental shop.
The drive was short, the music on the radio barely being able to play two songs before the girl pulled into the parking lot and turned off her car.
“Oh great you’re here!” Y/n smiled as she saw her manager as she walked inside. “We just got a bunch of rentals back and they need to be rewinded and reshelved.” “I’ll get to it then.” The girl made her way to her back to clock in and began her tasks for the day. A large box labeled ‘returns’ filled the hallway with movies that people had given back after watching sat on a dusty shelf.
Y/n stared at the box and then let out a huff before grabbing it and making her way to the front counter. Turning on the radio and logging into the store computer she began to sort through the box. DVD’s, VSH tapes, she placed them into their separate piles. As the teenager worked she greeted customers that came inside to browse for their movie movie night.
“Hello, welcome in.” The girl greeted halfheartedly, not even bothering to look up from the computer she used to log each movie. Footsteps ruminated through the still shop. Cindy Lauper played lowly on the radio and the clacking of the keyboard, Y/n used meshed with the singing.
“Excuse me?”
Y/n looked up to see a boy dressed in a blue jean bomber jacket with a loose t-shirt underneath. His hair was shaggy and he had a beat up satchel hanging from his shoulder. “I’d like to check these out.” His voice was timid, almost as if he did not want to bother anyone. Y/n glanced at the movies on the counter and smiled at the ebony before taking them.
“Do you have an account?” The boy nodded. “Jonathan Byers.” Y/n shook her head. That name. Even though the boy was considered a loser by the students of Hawkins High, his name was known. Even by Y/n.
As Y/n typed his name on the computer to bring up his account she turned to him. “We have math together, right?” The girl asked, trying to make small talk. Jonathan’s face twitched, almost flashing a smile as the girl asked him the question. “Yeah, Mrs. Jenkins.” Y/n smiled. She continued with the process of renting out the movie. “You know,” She started. Jonathan pursed his lips as she watched the girl grab a bag for his movies. “We should study sometime.” She told him as she placed his movies inside the bag.
“I’ll give you my number. You can call if you’re interested, but there's no pressure.” Y/n offered as she typed into the cash register. “And your total is $5.65.” Jonthan stalled for a second, not used to a girl giving him attention; especially her number and an offer to meet up after school. After a few seconds of silence, the boy handed her six dollars and watched as Y/n gathered his change from the register and grabbed the receipt.
She grabbed a pen and scribbled something on the back of the boy's receipt and handed it to him with a smile. “35 cents is your change, and here are your movies.” She told him as she handed Jonathan a paper bag. Jonathan returned the smile and grabbed his receipt. “If you call that number you can talk about your customer service and how your experience was today.” The girl joked.
“I’ll be sure to put a good word in then,” The boy smiled. Y/n watched the boy turn to the door and leave the shop, the ‘ding’ of the doorbell ruminating as he walked out. As the high of the conversation diminished, Y/n was now forced to refocus her attention back on the box of unlogged and unrewinded movies.
A sigh left her lips as she began to pick up the next VHS tape that was in the pile. Glancing at the time she realized how fast the time had passed. Her moment with Jonathan felt so slow, like the clock hands moved back a few numbers as she talked to the boy and checked him out.
Her shift had now become mundane again, the radio still playing popular hits on rewind and the low clamoring of passersby outside that seeped through the glass.
Suddenly the girl wished she was at her dinner table studying for chemistry.
•°. *࿐
Jonathan paced around his room as he held the receipt in his hand. He thought back to a few hours earlier, the way your hair framed your face, the smile you flashed him. He knew he had the girl as a classmate for math, but it was surprising she knew he had him as a classmate for math class. The receipt that he held in his hand felt like a weight.
With a sigh and a shake of his head to hopefully ease his nerves, he carefully made his way to the phone mounted on the wall of his home. The receipt was still in his hand as he looked at it. He carefully typed each number, rereading each digit as he pressed the keys on his phone.
Then he waited.
Each ring hummed through his ears like a song, his heartbeat acting like the bass.
click.
Jonathan felt his breath catch in his throat.
“Hello?”
silence.
“Hello?”
Jonathan blinked a few times before his brain decided to catch up with his mouth. “Hey.” “Jonathan?” Y/n questioned, her smile almost audible. “I was thinking I could talk about my customer service.” Y/n giggled, a smile splayed on her lips. “How would you rate your interaction today?”
parings 𝜗𝜚 mike wheeler. ៹ fem .ᐟ reader ᧁ; strangers to lovers ˒
warnings ⋆˚꩜ awkwardness, swearing, NOT PROOFREAD!
synopsis୨୧ you had become friends with Max over the summer after running into her while rollerskating in her neighborhood. She introduced you and before you could even spend a week with them, shit hits the fan and you get tangled into the mix. with having to save Hawkins and still enjoy your summer you can’t help but crush on someone in the group.
.ᐟ authors note ⋆ ͘ . hii i'm so sorry for the long wait on this chapter! I've been dealing with uni and mental health, but I was able to finally work on a new chapter, so I hope you enjoy! want to get notified for each chapter? comment & reblog for a tag!
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When the kids met up to work on their project, Y/n fit right in like a missing puzzle piece to the group. “Your hair is so cute.” Y/n smiled as she looked at the brunette girl in front of her. She wore a large over sized flannel with a slightly dingy white t-shirt underneath and white pants to match.
The days that Y/n spent with Max at her house before she met the party she learned all about the red head’s friends. The banner that she was helping with was for their friend Dustin who was coming home from spending a month at summer camp. Along with their other friend El. The girl was hard to meet because she had a curfew and was not allowed to go to certain places like the mall or the town square, but as she stood in Mike’s basement with marker smudges on her hands Y/n thought that she seemed like a nice girl to be around.
“Cute?” El questioned as she looked at her new friend. Y/n nodded with a smile on her face. “I’m Y/n by the way. Max told me about you, it’s nice to finally meet you.” El smiled and told the girl that she was happy to meet her too.
Crayons, markers, and colored pencils adorned the coffee table of Mike’s basement. The slightly stale air filled the basement along with the smell of sugary processed sweets and salty overly cheesy chips that were opened by Lucas and eaten by Will.
“ Can I have the yellow marker?” Will passed the semi dried crayola marker that they had been using for the banner that was going to be presented when their friend came back from summer camp. Y/n drew thick squiggly lines and slightly oblong circles in the bright cheery color to decorate the banner.
This was only the second time she had hung out with her party as a whole, Mike and Lucas bickered with each other all the time. It amused Y/n as she listened to the two fight about colors that were going to be on the banner. “What do you think, Mike?”
The boy turned to Y/n, trying to mask his nerves. The girl that he was sharing candy with at the movie theater was now laying on the floor of his basement with makers in her hand. “It l-looks cool.” The boy tried to play off his stutter as cool as possible. Y/n gave a smile and nod in return and continued to draw decorations on the banner.
Mike watched how the summer sun cascaded over her skin. The girls hair was pushed back, stray hairs poking through, eyes focused on the paper watching each line she made.
Y/n felt eyes on her and looked up at Mike to see if it was the boy, when she looked at him The teen quickly averted his gaze trying to pretend that he was not looking at her. Y/n smiled to herself and pretended not to notice.
The boy is supposed to be listening to Lucas and Max talk about their most recent date story, but he wasn't. His eyes were narrowed in on the girl that was across the coffee table talking to El.
He did not understand it.
He had never felt what he was feeling before. His stomach felt like it was doing back flips, and his face was getting hot like he had spent a whole day in the sun. His palms felt sweaty, but he could not help it. He had only felt this feeling once briefly when he met El for the first time, but it was not nearly as intense as this. He knew one thing for sure, he did not want this to continue.
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They forgot. They really forgot.
That was what the curly haired boy thought as he walked through his empty house. Throwing his heavy duffel bag on his bed and plopping on the edge of his bed, he sulked at the thought of his friends forgetting his homecoming.
As he sat on his bed he took a look around his room, everything still where he left it before he left. He would tell his mom had been in to clean and care for his turtle, but nothing was out of place. “At least someone’s happy I’m home.” He pitifully told his turtle that stared out of its glass tank. Then it happened.
His action figures and toy robots began to go off.
All walking around the floor of his room. Toys that were on his desk began to move and make noise, one even spitting plastic chips at him. The boy frantically looked around for something he could use to defend himself. What was he going to do?
He grabbed a can of Farrah Fawcett hairspray and followed the rouge toys to wherever they were taking him. He followed cautiously, wandering into his living room. Unbeknownst to the curly haired boy, his friends were hiding behind his mantle as the bait was placing him into position.
When he was right where they needed him, El stopped the toys and left the boy confused. As he tried figuring out what was wrong with his beloved action figures and robots, his friends snuck up from behind him. Party whistles in hand and Lucas holding up the banner that read “Welcome home Dustin” on it. Max signaled to everyone quietly.
1…2…3
Everyone blew on their party whistles, surprising the boy. Dustin let out a shrill scream of terror and sprayed his used can of hairspray at Lucas. Everyone’s eyes widened and scattered away from the boy. Y/n grabbed Mike’s arm backing away from the aerosol cloud. Mike was so shocked at his friend getting sprayed in the face he barely even noticed the girl’s grasp.
As Dustin calmed down and realized his friends were the one behind the surprise his finger loosened from the spray nozzle. “I thought you guys were intruders!” Dustin sighed drastically as he watched Lucas blindly run to the kitchen.
As many times as the ebony skinned boy had been in his best friend's house, suddenly navigating the space blind everything felt foreign. “Lucas you’re heading for a wall,” Max told the boy as she went to go help him. Y/n swiftly let go of Mike’s arm, looking at the curly headed boy who was now greeting his friends. Giving El a hug and laughing about the prank she helped pull.
Dustin looked at you then glanced at Mike, his eyes switching between the two. “I’m gone for 6 weeks and you guys found someone to replace me already.” The boy joked. Y/n’s eyes flickered with panic as she looked at the curly haired boy. Letting out a nervous chuckle, Y/n shook her head.
“I’m Y/n, Max brought me a long.” The girl introduced herself with a smile. Dustin’s lips curled into a smile as he looked at the girl in front of him. He pulled the girl into a sudden hug and thanked her for coming to his surprise get together.
“I have so many things to show you guys, it’ll blow your minds.” Dustin made his way to his room, his friends following closely behind him. Lucas’s screams from the pain in his eyes fading as they gathered in the boy’s room.
Dustin quickly unzipped his duffle bag, hyping each thing he made in camp as something revolutionary. The boy pulled out small contraptions, showing them off to his friends who watched with interest. The Forever Clock, The Slammer, the juvenile projects that were held together by copious amounts of got glue and poor welding; Dustin showed with pride.
“But this… This is my masterpiece.” As the boy grabbed a large duffle bag from his bed and placed it on the ground. He knelt down and unzipped it hurriedly, excited to show off his big invention.
“I want you to meet, Cerebro.”
As the kids knelt down with the ebony and looked at the duffle bag. Their eyebrows furrowed in confusion. The mess of wires, buttons, speakers, all jumbled inside.
Mike was the first to speak up as he looked up at his friend with a confused look on his face.
“What exactly is it?”
Dustin smiled, excited to tell his friends about Cerebro. What they were looking at was an unassembled never seen before battery powered radio. The Cadillac of ham radios, Dustin called it.
He talked about the radio as he was selling a car. each thing he listed, cooler than the last.
“I can talk to my girlfriend whenever and wherever I want.”
Will, Mike, and El all looked at each other with wide eyes. Y/n looked around to try and figure out what was so wrong about what Dustin had told them. “Girlfriend!?” The boy nodded with a smug grin. “Well let’s go talk to her.” Mike told his friend. “That’s if she’s real of course.” Will teased with a chuckle.
Dustin made a face at the boy with the bowl cut. “Let’s go then.” Dustin told each of his friends as he got up. He handed a piece of equipment to everyone and led them out of his room. “Wait, so her name is Suzie?” Dustin nodded. “Suzie with a ‘Z’.” As his friends continued to grill him on the topic.
“Where are you guys going?” Y/n shrugged her shoulders as she followed El outside and WIll told them that they were going to go talk to Dustin’s girlfriend.
Suddenly, the pain in Lucas’s eyes was no longer there and he could see clearly. The couple glanced at each other before grabbing their things and rushing out the door to follow their friends.
The welcome home poster laid on the couch of the now empty home, and ice cream everyone pitched in to buy stayed in the freezer growing crystals.
His breath heavy and his dick throbbing with each pump of his first. As thoughts of you clouded his mind his hands grew quicker in pace, the taunt veins of his member pulsing with each calloused stroke like they were begging for you. Victor's jaw went slack as he mewled your name. Your name. He moaned it out like mantra that burned in his vocal chords, the only thing he could say.
~haiii! so sorry for being mia for months, school and mental health have really been kicking my ass. but i've been slowly but surely trying to write more, so hopefully I can publish more works I have planned!
I saw this band au art by @cyberrzombiie and it inspired me to write an x reader fic. I've been needing an excuse to make a band mate to lovers fic and now I have one lol.
I can't wait till I get a break from uni so I can work on my fics, but this will keep me motivated to continue working on it.
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