Boo

Nothin much goin on here

[muzanswaifu]

UNDERAGE/HARRASSER ALERT

@sekidoisdaddy , @sekidoismybf , @aizetsuismybf , kanaoisverypretty , @v4x3in , @iconic5 , @roxannebaby , @depressedblud are all qrvamp and her friends fyi, if u are comfused ab who that is, just look up qrvamp4 and u should be able to see their history

Pls block them and do not reply to any of their content

They are underage and harass writers who do not write mxm

[w01fydb]

knew I recognized that username, Qrvamp4. They were the one dming blogs to write male reader fics and getting messed off because people wouldn't, because they're an a-hole. Just saw a post from them being racist to black girls because "They have more fics than male readers, and keep complaining about not being represented" Like what? Genuinely, what??

[sexceptionul]

I’ve seen a lot of posts on my dash tonight about users who are threatening suicide, with other Tumblr members posting in effort to try to get ahold of them. I think you all should see this:

IF THERE IS EVER A TUMBLR USER WHO HAS POSTED A GOOD-BYE MESSAGE, SUICIDE NOTE, VIDEO, OR ANYTHING OF THE SORT, PLEASE FOLLOW THIS POST.

1. Scroll to the top of your dashboard.

2. See the circular question mark icon at the top? It’s the third one over from your home symbol. Click on that, and a screen similar to the one in the picture will come up.

3. Where you can type in questions, the box with the magnifying glass at the top, type in the word “suicide.”

4. Click on the first link that shows up. It should say, “Pass the URL of the blog on to us.”

5. Type in the user’s URL and tell Tumblr admin that the user is contemplating suicide and has posted a message indicating that they are going through with it or will be attempting. Hit send! Tumblr administration will perform a number of actions to contact the user and take the necessary steps to prevent the suicide.

TUMBLR: THIS COULD SAVE A USER’S LIFE. PLEASE DO NOT IGNORE SUICIDE THREATS.

Reblog this to keep other users aware. Suicide isn’t a joke, and neither is someone’s life. If you didn’t know this, someone else may not, either. Pass it on.

[thedanliest]

why on earth doesn’t this have more notes

[outtelligent]

I actually had to do this once. She lived.

[faeirytale]

if you scroll past this on your dash you are absolutely heartless.

[natalie-as-herself]

Reblog this!! This can save somebody’s life!

[aika-chan01]

reblog.

help.

do not scroll down.

[nonextistentttttt-deactivated20]

I SWEAR TO GOD IF ANYONE SCROLLS PAST THIS WITHOUT REBLOGGING I WILL LITTERALLY FIND THEM AND GIVE THEM A LECTURE

[danqueray-deactivated20200703]

may I just update this?

see the little thing that says help?

[josephdreemuur-moved]

Don’t ever scroll past this post. FUCKING NEVER SCROLL PAST!!!

[xcassidy]

🌸🌸🌸

[undiagnosed-autism-things]

Anyone know where it is on mobile ???

[i-am-a-moron-deactivated2020051]

You report the user, choose “something else”, scroll down and choose “suicide or self harm”

[femur-theif]

DO NOT SCROLL DOWN

REBLOG TO LITERALLY SAVE A LIVE

[im-just-trying-to-survive-man]

PLEASE REBLOG

[tastingmellow]

Please don’t scroll past this post, you could save someone’s life.

[mo0oshro0om]

SAVE A LIFE

[luvienet]

please do not scroll past this post, you could save someone’s life

[bangchan-ed-deactivated20241102]

Never not reblogging

[asmallpinkfan3]

Rebloging this right away!

[lone-wolf-nergiganos]

Like and reblog if you can relate to this:

[w01fydb]

😥

Seriously want to dig a deep dark hole and live in it right now. Not my parents thinking something is happening between me and some person, and that person finding out I want to be known as a guy. I want shovels, concrete, etc. Gonna dig that thing 50 feet underground and live the rest of my days in there

[w01fydb]

Booky wooky

Sorry about the horrendous titles, I can't thank of anything good lmao.

I'm so disappointed in myself in just how long it took to get the third chapter of my book out, like seriously? The 2nd one was made like a month ago T^T

Now let me shamelessly promote said book. :)

Male characters x Reader

He/him or They/them reader requests only, thank you. Writing belongs to me, characters do not belong to me, and Y/n bel...

Alrighty. For male or nonbinary/genderneutral readers. The fandom list is the first chapter, I already (now) have two others out. We have lovely pink Asmodeus(from Welcome to demon school! not obey me, if obey me even has an Asmodeus-) and then (Ling Yao) Greed from fma! ;) plz read because reading is fun.

My username is @W01fyDB ... look I name myself that everywhere request on my Tumblr page, or on my Wattpad account. I don't really care-

[im-a-creepy-cookie]

MLM

(seriously go check out his TikTok, it has a lot of really cool cakes).

[w01fydb]

It's beautiful. I wouldn't want to eat it because it's so beautiful. This reminds me, whenever games have pride flags/badges/other they never have the gay men flag :(, they have just about every other one(pan, bi, trans, aro/ace, demi, etc) but never the beautiful blues

[w01fydb]

What??

I'm sorry. What the actual hell. Okay, Sabnock Sabro is supposedly six foot. Iruma is supposedly 5'5...

Like hell he's 6 foot. THAT BITCH IS 10'5 BRO. ASMODEUS(pink hair to the left) IS 5'8. HE DOESN'T EVEN REACH SABRO'S FUCKING SHOULDERS???

No fucking way. I refuse to believe it. Either everyone else is insanely short and they lied about the height, or Sabro is an actual beast at 10 feet and they (again) lied about the damned height. I can't believe I didn't notice this till season 2...

[w01fydb]

Adorable

They added Techno's crown to the pig on the Minecraft launcher!

If they remove it EVER I will personally kill everyone there, and then burn the building to the ground. Edit: they removed it a while ago, the world better be prepared for the amount of fire they're about to see. I'm gonna go full Dabi rn

[w01fydb]

Not good. Not good at all.

So.. Just about 2-3 minutes ago, my friend sent me a video. A video from Technoblade. Now I don't really watch people like Technoblade, Karl, Dream, etc.. But what they sent me, it is.. Different. To be blunt Technoblade is dead.. Just sent out this

and... Yeah. This is honestly really sad, Technoblade was a good guy, and a good youtuber. I honestly hope that he was happy to the end, rest in peace

[p0und-cake]

The Dead Kid’s Brother and the Freak (Part Three)

Part One ! Part Two !

eddie munson x male!hargrove!reader

STRANGER THINGS SEASON FOUR SPOILERS

summary: three parter! first part is about how reader and eddie met, second is them getting together, and this one is reader being infected by vecna’s curse ! (Yay this part is finally done!!)

warnings - mention of death, mention of attempted unaliving, arguing/fighting, cursing, mentions of abuse

———————————————————————————

“When the hell are those idiots getting back here?” You hissed angrily, trying to wipe off some blood that had randomly started flowing from your nose. “Shit, and now my nose is bleeding.”

You were at your wits’ end at this point. You were so fucking tired of everything. You wanted to go home and sleep in your own damn bed. You wanted to eat as much garbage as you wanted. You didn’t want to live as a murder suspect for the rest of your damn life. You needed to go back and support Max and Susan. You were still young!

“They better be back soon. I’m getting freaked the hell out!” Eddie exclaimed, pacing around back and forth on the ground. “Oh god oh god…we’re so screwed! We’re so damn screwed!!”

Your face was twisted into a snarl as you watched him walk around, head absolutely pounding. You pulled off your jacket and threw it down at Eddie from the top of the rock. “Would you stop that?!”

Eddie stopped in his tracks, the jacket you threw at him falling to the dirty forest floor. His eyebrows furrowed and he tilted his head at you like a confused puppy. He then seemed to finally register that your nose was bleeding. “Oh- shit, doll, here-!” He was about to come up and help you with your bloody nose, but he hadn’t expected you to smack his hand away once he got up there. “Baby..?”

“You pacing down there and muttering all that pessimistic shit isn’t helping the situation, Ed!” You snapped. “My head is fucking killing me and I didn’t get an ounce of sleep because of that damn nightmare I keep having! So please, cut it out!”

Eddie stopped, not knowing how to react exactly. You hadn’t ever used that tone of voice with him before. It would probably be expected. He felt terrible you were in this kind of situation. You didn’t deserve any of it, especially being treated like a suspect because of you having a dead brother. Apparently the story had gone something like ‘he went crazy after the death of his younger sibling’, which Eddie personally thought was bullshit.

He sat with you every night when you had nightmares about that fateful night. He remembered bolting out of his trailer in the trailer park when he heard your scream faintly from the trailer across from his. You would tend to leave your window unlocked after the first few nights this happened, so Eddie could hurriedly climb inside and practically leap onto your bed so he could hold you. He would cradle you in his arms and stroke your hair, whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

The last thing you were was crazy. All you were was traumatized. You were guilt-ridden. You would never hurt anybody, much less hurt someone like the way Chrissy was killed.

“Look, baby, I’m sorry…” Eddie sat next to you on the rock. “If you want to try and get some more sleep, I’ll hold you. All that stress might be getting to your head or something, so some rest could help you feel a little better.”

“Oh, we are way past that.” You muttered, crossing your arms and not acknowledging Eddie’s frown at you.

“Okayyy…I dunno what your problem is, but can you maybe not talk to me like that? I know this is a shitty situation but I’m trying to help you, babe.” He said, tensing up. Was this about to be an argument? A fight? He never thought he’d have one of those with you.

Yeah, a couple that doesn’t fight is a bit unrealistic, but the only fights you two ever had were small disagreements that the both of you knew were never serious. You’d yell at each other over Dungeons and Dragons sometimes but you both would smile by the end of it.

“My problem?” You looked at him in disbelief. “Well, Munson-”

“Oh, so we’re not even on first name basis anymore-?”

“-my problem is that I’m hiding out in the fucking woods from the cops because I’m a murder suspect! That’s my damn problem! Not to mention I’m a murder suspect because my brother is dead, which a handful of people think I did, by the way!” You stood up on the rock, the bottled up rage you had finally spilling over. “I’m scared, I’m hungry, I’m tired, and I keep having these stupid headaches and nightmares! Every night I’m reliving the worst moments of my life! And who the hell knows what’s happening to my sister right now? What if something happened to her while I’m here like a fucking sitting duck?!”

“Well, you don’t think I’m scared, hungry, and tired too?!” Before he knew it, Eddie was shouting back at you, standing up to meet your level. “Goddamn it, babe, there’s nothing we can do about this, so I would really appreciate it if you quit acting like I can just make everything better! If you wanna leave, then be my guest, darling!” His face moved close to yours, his voice painfully condescending.

“Maybe I will!” You snapped. “I’ll go get fucking arrested, how about that?!”

“What do you want me to say?!” Eddie shot back. “Jesus christ, I don’t know what you want from me!”

That’s when you realized, you didn’t know what you wanted from him either. Why were you yelling at him? What did he do wrong? Eddie was only trying to help. Apparently you’d been quiet for too long, as Eddie kept talking.

“See? You don’t even know! So why the hell are you yelling at me?! Try watching Chrissy Cunningham’s bones snap in all different directions, then see what it’s like!”

“Oh yeah?!” Your fire only got refueled. “Try watching your little brother get fucking murdered by a fucking Mind Flayer! Yeah, you really think he died in a damn fire?! I sat with my sister and held him while he died!” Tears filled your eyes and fell at the memory.

“A what?” Eddie spluttered, but then shook his head. “That’s not what this is about! It’s not my fault he died, so why are you taking this out on me? If you wanna leave, go right on ahead! If you wanna get caught by the damn cops or whatever killed Chrissy and Patrick then be my guest!”

Then, within a couple seconds, he was on the ground. You had shoved him. “Goddamn it, Ed!” You hopped off the rock. “Fuck you!”

Eddie watched from the ground as you stomped off into the woods alone. When you were out of view he sighed to himself.

“Shit.”

-

After around a minute or so of walking, you leaned up against a tree and started to cry. Why the hell did you do that? Eddie was only trying to help you, and you flew off the handle at him. Maybe he wouldn’t have said what he said if you hadn’t started screaming at him. Nonetheless, it still hurt. You didn’t really know how long you sat and sobbed for, but you were interrupted by a loud sound.

It…sounded like a clock.

You stood up, intrigued by the sound. You nervously walked in the direction of it.

“Ed..?” You called out, but there was no response. “Eddie..?” Your eyebrows furrowed as you saw an antique grandfather clock just…stuck inside of a tree.

“The hell?” You mumbled, and then a voice spoke behind you that sent a horrifying chill down your spine.

“You think that pothead’s gonna come and save you after what he said to you, big brother?”

You weren’t sure if you wanted to turn around or not. Your curiosity got the better of you and you slowly turned around, the air being drawn out of your throat in a gasp at the figure standing there.

“B-B-Buh-”

“Buh-Buh-Buh-!” Billy mocked, his eyes holding fake sympathy and innocence. He was in the same outfit as you last saw him in. White tank top and jeans, but the only difference was the appalling, disgusting, grotesque hole in his abdomen. You hadn’t seen his face in such a long time, except for in your nightmares. So…what was this? Another nightmare?

“Billy…” You managed out, trying not to let your voice get caught in your throat. “I-I-It’s been so long…I’m so sorry! I’m so sorry for everything!” You blurted, your apologies you wanted to tell Billy since his death spilling out like a pot of water boiling over.

You apologized for what happened to Mom. You apologized for not being able to prevent Neil from hurting him. You apologized for neglecting him when you moved to Hawkins. You apologized for not saving him.

All he did was stare at you. His thick eyebrows were pulled downward and his mouth didn’t move. His fists stayed clenched by his sides. You weren’t even sure if he was blinking.

“Billy? Please, say something!” You begged, and you were about to walk over to him, but his words stopped you.

“You aren’t really sorry, are you?”

“Huh?”

“You’re just like Max. Part of you wanted me to die that day, hm?”

“What?! Billy, no, that’s not true!” You stammered. “Billy, I love you more than anything, I never wanted you to die!”

“Then why did you leave me alone?” Billy scowled. “You’d go and fuck around with those assholes who never even gave a shit about you. You’d fuck around and hardly even think about me. Then you tried to kill yourself like that would solve anything. I saved your goddamn life and you were about to throw it away.”

“B-Billy- I-I’m sorry…”

“It’s time for your suffering to come to an end, big brother.”

-

“Shit…” Eddie mumbled, his body trembling as he sat at the base of Skull Rock. “Baby just come back…I’m so sorry…Jesus fucking Christ I screwed up so so bad…” he stared in the direction you’d stormed off in. He obviously knew you couldn’t hear him, but just maybe if he begged quietly enough you’d come back. He couldn’t leave. What if the others showed up and no one was there?

Eventually, he spotted Steve and Dustin push through the leaves. Before he could even say anything, Max shoved through everybody there. Her blue eyes stared into Eddie after they darted around the area.

“Where’s my brother?” She asked, stepping closer to Eddie. Her gaze intensified when Eddie averted his eyes and gave no answer. “Eddie Munson tell me where my brother is!!” She exclaimed, but Steve came forward and gently touched her shoulder as a way to tell her to back off.

Robin squeezed between the two and looked at Eddie.

“Look Munson, you gotta tell us what happened to Hargrove.” She said seriously.

“…I screwed the hell up.” Eddie mumbled quietly.

Robin’s eyebrows furrowed. “Did something happen?”

“We were…both stressin’ the hell out, y’know? So I think I pissed him off a little and he started yelling at me, and we were fighting…” Eddie explained, Robin taking a seat next to him. He took a deep breath, closing his eyes. “Then I…I told him to leave. And he did. I-I dunno where he went but-”

“You told him to leave and didn’t look for him?!” Max exclaimed.

“I was waiting for you guys!” Eddie stammered back.

Max was fuming, Kate Bush still blaring through her ears. “You idiot! Which way did he go?!”

Eddie immediately pointed in the direction of where you left, and Max stormed off in that direction, calling out your name.

“Shit, are you serious?” Steve mumbled, running a hand through his gorgeous hair. “Let’s all go look for him. In groups.” He said.

“Nance?” Robin looked over to her, who averted her eyes.

“Sure.” She said curtly, going with Robin into the woods.

“I’ll find Max.” Lucas quickly said and ran to where Max had gone.

“Come on, Henderson. You too, Eddie.” Steve demanded.

“Just volunteer me like that, okay.” Dustin mumbled, going up to Steve and following him into the woods, Eddie not too far behind.

It didn’t take too long for someone to find you. Eddie, Steve, Dustin, Robin, and Nancy were alerted by the sound of Max’s panicked yelling.

“Well, looks like they found him!” Steve exclaimed, but Eddie was already running to where they heard Max’s voice. Eddie wasn’t sure he’d ever run so fast, but he about froze in his tracks when he found Max and Lucas.

There stood you, his boyfriend, in the middle of the woods. Your eyes were puffy and face tear-streaked, but that’s not what he was worried about. Your eyes were rolled into the back of your head. You looked exactly like Chrissy had that night.

Max was in tears, frantically shaking you despite the fact she knew it wouldn’t do anything. “Come on, you gotta wake up!” She choked out.

“Shit!” Dustin exclaimed when he and Steve arrived. He hurried over and grabbed multiple tapes from Max’s Walkman. “His favorite song! What is it?!”

“I-I dunno-!” Max replied, still trying to shake your still body awake.

“Why do we need to know his favorite song?!” Eddie exclaimed, finally finding his voice and going up next to Max. Although he knew he needed to do something. How would he be able to live with himself if you died the same way Chrissy did after what he said to you? He finally realized how badly he was shaking when he reached out to touch you, Max’s screams beside him deafening.

“Just- what is it?!” Steve exclaimed, and Eddie realized all eyes were on him. They figured he would know it.

“Wh- she doesn’t know it?!” He gestured to Max, silently cursing himself for his voice cracking.

“No! You talk to him more than me!” Max shouted, Robin and Nancy finally showing up to the scene. “Hurry up and think!!”

Eddie’s breathing increased, searching for any memory of a conversation of which you mentioned a particular song you liked. It was hard to think with the redhead screaming next to him and everybody freaking out. You tended to listen to stuff like AC/DC or The Scorpions, or sometimes Def Leppard. Although Eddie could never recall you saying that a song by say, Guns N’ Roses was your favorite. What about special moments between the two of you? What songs tended to pop up?

‘Time After Time’ by Cyndi Lauper played when the two of you had your first kiss up on that rock.

You both had your first time later that night to the tune of ‘Africa’ by Toto.

He went through some more songs and then he remembered.

Dungeons and Dragons that day hadn’t gone too well for Eddie, plus school hadn’t been great for him either. It was pretty obvious people thought of him as a freak. This man was like 20 and still in school. Usually people’s words didn’t bother him, but something about today was a little different. He had also had a nightmare the previous night too, which had freaked him out pretty bad. He just had a bad day, which you picked up quickly whenever he called you from across the street. Usually he just came over.

You’d walked over to where he resided, waving to Mr. Munson who was on his way out to go work. He almost instantly met you in the living room, hardly giving you any chance to speak before he hugged you tightly. He ignored all your questioning, just focusing on your embrace. He let out a soft, content sigh as he felt you run your fingers through his frizzy hair.

“Bad day, Ed?” You had crooned.

“Mmhm…” he softly mumbled in agreement, letting his face find a nice hiding spot in the crook of your neck. “Today sucked ass.”

You let a soft chuckle escape your lips at his phrasing and kissed the top of Eddie’s head. “Let’s go lay down and we can talk about it.” You gently removed his face from its little hiding spot and kissed his cheek before you led him back to his room.

After he explained everything to you, you kissed his cheek before hopping up and telling you that you would be right back. He waited about a minute or two and you came back with a walkman and a certain tape.

“We’ve known each other for a while,” you’d started, a faint pink hue in your cheeks. Were you embarrassed? “And when this song came out, I started to listen to it whenever I was sad. I would kinda dance around to it in my room like a total idiot. Billy caught me once and never let me hear the end of it.” You chuckled sadly at the memory. “I’ll let you listen to it since it might help you too, but you have to promise not to make fun of me.”

“Aww, is my wittle baby embawwassed?” Eddie teased, standing up and pulling you in close to him, kissing all over your face.

You huffed and gently punched his chest. “I’m trying to open up to you right now Eddie and make you feel better. Do you wanna hear the song or not?” You puffed out your cheeks in irritation.

“Okay, just stop making that face.” He joked, poking your cheek. “You look like a pufferfish.”

“Jackass.”

“You love me, doll. I promise not to make fun of you either.” He hummed, taking a seat on the edge of his bed. “Alright babe, hit me.”

You sighed a little at his antics, but there was a smile on your face. You gently placed the headphones over his ears, pressing play.

He waited a little and let the song start playing before he giggled just a little.

“I told you not to make fun of me-!” You whined.

“I’m not!” Eddie quickly defended, still letting soft giggles out. “It’s cute!” You didn’t seem to believe him, so he stood and slipped the Walkman into his pocket. You were confused but then he placed his hand on your waist and held your hand on the other. You understood what he was getting at and put a hand on his shoulder.

“Do you even know how to dance?” You asked, squinting at him. “Besides, I’m supposed to be comforting you.”

“This is comforting.” Eddie shrugged. “And I can figure it out. Probably.”

“I know!” Eddie shouted out. “I know it! Lemme see the goddamn tapes!” He took them from Steve and looked through them. “It’s not here!”

This only aroused more panic, especially from Max. Then Eddie got an idea.

“Can any of you sing?!”

“…” All eyes immediately went to a certain member of the group.

“Shit.” Dustin muttered, raising his hand.

-

You had been running, and long story short, you were in some kind of…blood dimension. It was something you might see out of a movie. You just had to get away from this thing. Was it the thing that killed Chrissy? As you ran, you eventually made it to some sort of…was it a house? But then you saw it.

Vecna.

Your breathing only increased if that was even possible. You turned to run away, screaming Eddie’s name. As if he would or could come and save you. Something wrapped around your leg and dragged you back screaming. In a heartbeat you were trapped up against a weird, fleshy pillar. It was really gross.

“Let go! Get off!” You cried out at the disgusting creature in front of you. You squirmed and kicked but nothing happened as a weird…thing slithered up and grasped your throat. Vecna said something to you, but you couldn’t exactly tell what it was. This was it. You were gonna die. There was so much you had wanted to do in life, but you weren’t gonna be able to. Billy’s words repeated in your head. Was he gonna say the same thing when you saw him in the afterlife? What was Eddie going to think when he saw your limbs twisted like a snapped twig.

Then, you heard it.

“Chiquitita, tell me what's wrong

You're enchained by your own sorrow

In your eyes, there is no hope for tomorrow

How I hate to see you like this

There is no way you can deny it

I can see that you're oh, so sad, so quiet”

Chiquitita. The song you always listened to when you were sad. The song you made Eddie listen to and danced with him in his bedroom to. But it wasn’t ABBA singing it. Was that…Eddie Munson and Dustin Henderson? A small hole/portal opened up in the far back of the scary dimension. You were floating in the air where you first heard the clock. Dustin, Lucas, Steve, Robin, Nancy, Max, and Eddie were panicking below. Dustin and Eddie’s mouths were both moving slower than the others, and then you realized they were singing to you to help you.

But Vecna looked pissed.

His grasp on your throat tightened, and you could feel your eyes roll back into your head before you snapped out of it. You couldn’t die here. Not while Max and Eddie were there. Billy gave his life for yours and others, so you couldn’t let what he did go to waste.

“Get…off…you…FUCK FACE!” You wheezed, lifting your leg and kicking Vecna where the sun doesn’t shine. Well, where it would be. He instantly let go, and you had never run so damn fast in your entire life.

“Chiquitita, tell me the truth

I'm a shoulder you can cry on

Your best friend, I'm the one you must rely on

You were always sure of yourself

Now, I see you've broken a feather

(How it hurts to see you cry)

(And how it hurts to see you sad)

I hope we can patch it up together”

Vecna started to throw…well, something at you. You weren’t about to look back and risk being slaughtered. One of the objects fell directly behind you and caused you to fly forward face first in the…blood? Yucky. Choking on the crimson substance, you scrambled up and started running once more.

“Chiquitita, you and I know

How the heartaches come and they go

And the scars they're leaving

You'll be dancing once again

And the pain will end

You will have no time for grieving

Chiquitita, you and I cry

But the sun is still in the sky

And shining above you

(Even though you cry)

(The sun is shining in the sky)

Let me hear you sing once more

(So let me hear you sing some more)

Like you did before

(The way you used to do before)

Sing a new song, Chiquitita

Try once more, like you did before

Sing a new song, Chiquitita”

You were almost there. You could see the group better. It broke your heart to see Max and Eddie both crying. Eddie’s voice shook while he sung. Max was trembling in Lucas’ arms, which only kicked up your adrenaline and you ran even faster, yelling your sister’s name.

“MAX!” You screamed out in desperation. “I’M COMING, MAX!”

Then your world turned stark white.

Your eyes opened, and you were suddenly falling, screaming out as you did.

Your ears were ringing and your vision was blurry, but you felt a pair of arms around you and frizzy hair was seen from the corner of your eyes. Eddie? Your breathing was quick, grasping onto Eddie tightly and inhaling in the small scent of his house that was left after hiding out in multiple places. Eddie was saying something to you, and you felt his lips touch the top of your head, but you weren’t focused on him.

“Max…” you whispered, trying to get your vision to work properly again. “Max…you okay..?”

You recognized the red hair approaching and your vision and hearing came back to you. Max knelt in front of you, tears flowing down her cheeks.

“You idiot, you almost got killed and you’re asking if I’m okay?” She mumbled, wiping her eyes furiously. “I’m fine.”

“Don’t…bullshit me.” You said softly, and pushed away from Eddie, ignoring your body trembling. “C’mere…sis.” As soon as you held out your arms, Max was in them, hugging you tightly.

“I…I’m glad I didn’t lose you, too.” She muttered quiet enough for only you to hear.

“I know…I’m sorry I got you worried. But I’m not letting some nasty-ass monster get me.” You chuckled, grinning when she laughed a little as well. She pulled away with a soft sniffle.

“Yeah, of course.” She said, already seeming to be doing better. She looked to Eddie beside you, who unbeknownst to you, was still in tears. He felt so guilty about what he said. She pondered for a moment before standing up. “I think Eddie wants to say something. In private.” She pointedly looked at the others.

“Yeah, come on.” Robin nodded, leading the others away a little to give you both privacy.

You turned a little to look at Eddie, who definitely looked like he was aching to say something. You opened your mouth to say something, but he beat you to it.

“Baby I am so so sorry.” He blurted, tears in his eyes. “You don’t have to forgive me, I’m not expecting you to. I-I fucked up so so so bad. There was no reason for me to have said what I said. There’s no justification or any of that shit. I-I never m-meant for this to happen, I swear to whatever God is out there. God, Zeus, who the hell ever! Just please know I never want to see you hurt, and if I could take back what I said, I’d do whatever it took.” His voice shook like you’d never heard before, and it broke so many times. Tears spilled from his gorgeous eyes, but he never looked away from you.

“Eddie-” a sob escaped your throat and you threw your arms around him. “I’m the one who should be sorry…I started saying that awful shit when you were trying to help. I’m so fucking sorry. I thought you wouldn’t want anything to do with me…just please don’t leave me…” you whimpered pathetically into the crook of his neck. “I thought I would never see you or Max ever again. I don’t care about some argument anymore. I just want you.”

“Oh, thank fuck.” Eddie sighed out shakily in relief, holding you close and cradling you like he had countless times when you were sad.

The both of you sat together and cried. You both cried until Steve came back and made you come to Skull Rock. But even then…you never stopped making contact. You held each other’s hands the whole time.

“Eddie..?” You whispered softly after he picked you up in his arms.

“Yes, doll..?” His voice was delicate glass.

“You really sang Chiquitita for me with Dustin Henderson?” You giggled, and he just smiled and kissed your temple.

“For you, a thousand times over.”

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The Dead Kid’s Brother and the Freak (Part Two)

Part One - Part Three

eddie munson x male!hargrove!reader

STRANGER THINGS SEASON FOUR SPOILERS

plot summary - this is a three parter! first part is about how reader and eddie met, second is how they got together, third is the reader being infected with vecna’s curse !

warnings - mention of death, mention of attempted unaliving, mention of homophobia, censored f slur, cursing, mentions of abuse, mentions of drinking/alcohol, implied sexual themes

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Ever since meeting Eddie Munson at the quarry, things progressively got better. You’d discovered Mike Wheeler, Dustin Henderson, and Lucas Sinclair were apart of the Hellfire Club. They were a little hesitant in playing Dungeons and Dragons with their friend’s older sibling, but Eddie practically made them let you play. You worked with Eddie in coming up with a cool character, learning the rules of the game along the way. And it turns out, you were pretty fucking good. You ended up helping the party out of some pretty sticky situations.

Pretty soon, Eddie got you a Hellfire Club shirt, and you couldn’t be more happy. You finally felt apart of something. You had somewhere to call home. Somewhere where you actually belonged. You felt happy there. You hadn’t expected to actually make friends with Mike, Lucas, and Dustin, but you did. You and Dustin were pretty close. Of course, no friendship you made with the other members of Hellfire compared to you and Eddie. Eddie practically became your lifeboat. He would occasionally check in to make sure you were feeling okay, but he never was suffocating about it. This boy just seemed so…perfect. Yeah, he may still be in school after being held back and not graduating, but he really did care about you and you cared about him.

This was part of why your heart just ached for him while you sat at Skull Rock late at night. You tried not to think about it, sitting at the top of the rock and staring at the stars. You were of course thankful for the group helping you two out, but why did it have to be one of the sweetest people in Hawkins that was getting framed? Eddie may look absolutely fucking insane (he kind of is sometimes) but Eddie Munson would never hurt a fly. It was a little cliche to say, but nobody else knew Eddie like you did. You knew how sweet he was, and how caring he was for others.

You couldn’t imagine the guilt he felt too. You, his boyfriend, were getting roped into this heinous situation and there was nothing he could do about it. You had heard whispers after Billy had died. You’d heard a couple people at his funeral say you did it instead of the ‘mall fire’ killing him. You wanted to tell Eddie everything, now that he knew about the Upside Down, but it was just so hard to think about.

You were pulled out of your thoughts by Eddie, who had climbed up the rock and was now hovering over you.

“I was getting lonely down there, Hargrove.” He hummed, trying to keep the shakiness out of his voice. He was scared out of his mind, but he didn’t want you to know that. “What’s up?”

“I dunno…just thinking, I guess.” You sat up and breathed out, letting him just take a seat in your lap. Your hands found their way to Eddie’s, lightly playing with the rings on his fingers.

“Heh…it’s weird, isn’t it?”

“What is?”

“This is where you asked me out, ‘member?”

He was right. This was where the both of you got together. At this very spot.

“Wow…you’re right, Ed. Although it was more of a demand than a request.” You chuckled a bit, the memory playing through your head. “That felt like so long ago. The last time I cried that hard was when we first met at the quarry.”

“Mmm…yeah. You look pretty when you cry.” He said absentmindedly, making you smile.

“Maybe I should cry more.”

“Wait- that’s not what I meant-!” He panicked, and he would have definitely tried to apologize if you hadn’t kissed him to shut him up. His muscles untensed and he calmly kissed back. It occurred to you that you hadn’t kissed him in a while. Sure, you kissed his knuckles or his forehead to try to reassure him or calm him down, but you hadn’t fully kissed him since before Chrissy’s death.

You pulled away when you couldn’t breathe anymore, but Eddie just pulled you right back in. Almost like he needed more. You understood pretty quickly once you felt soft tear droplets fall onto your shirt. He was crying. Eddie never usually…cried. Once you caught him crying after a nightmare he had once, but that felt like a while ago.

You kissed Eddie for as long as he needed, which you didn’t exactly keep track of how long that was. When he pulled away, he clung to you and nuzzled his tear-stained face into your neck like a child clinging to their mother.

“I’m…so, so sorry.” He whispered, his voice like a heartbroken little boy’s. “I never meant to get you wrapped up in this…fucking mess. Not after what you went through. You don’t deserve any of this shit.”

“Oh…I know, I know.” Your voice was a hushed whisper, moving him into a cradling position. He always liked it when you held him like this. “None of this is your fault, okay? We were both just in the wrong place at the wrong time. Maybe that would have happened to Chrissy either way. You had no way of knowing.” You knew your words wouldn’t make anything completely better, but he needed to know nothing was his fault. You gently ran your fingers through his wild hair, kissing the top of his head.

Eddie cried softly for a little longer, pulling away when he was done. His angelic face was red and his eyes were puffy, so you kissed all over it. He chuckled a little and pulled his face away more.

“Don’t be too loud, idiot.” He hummed, going back to sitting on your lap.

“Oh yeah, yeah.” You laughed softly, ruffling his hair.

“…you remember how our first kiss was on top of this rock?” He hummed. “The first time you actually opened up to me was here, too.”

“Yeah, I ‘member.” You chuckled. This rock was so important to the both of you.

Susan had been drinking that night, and Max had shut herself in her room. It had been about nine months since Billy had died, and Eddie knew that. You were about to just clock out, but there was a little rapping on your window.

“Hargroooove…open up…” The unmistakable voice of Eddie Munson was muffled from outside your window. It was almost embarrassing how quick you jumped from your bed and went to the window, opening it.

“Eddie, you goof, why are you here?” You chuckled, trying to be quiet. “Just because you live across the street from me doesn’t mean you can come Romeo and Juliet me or whatever.”

“What? Why not?” Eddie pouted. “I just wanna see you.”

“Well, not in here. Susan and Max aren’t in the greatest of moods.”

“Then come on..!” Eddie grabbed you by the wrist and carefully tugged you of the window. “I wanna take you somewhere.” He shut your window quietly, ignoring your questions as he dragged you to his van.

You tried to hide a smile as you hopped into the passenger seat. You turned on the radio as Eddie drove off, cranking the volume up like the two of you liked, not noticing Eddie’s fond smile.

He parked near Lovers’ Lake, and led you into the woods nearby, holding your hand.

“I hope you aren’t about to murder me.” You joked, hoping it was too dark for him to see your red face.

“Ah shit, you caught me.” He said, before swooping you up into his arms. He was surprisingly strong. “Gotcha!!”

You yelped out, your yell soon morphing into laughter as Eddie ran with you through the woods.

“You weirdo, what are you doing?!” You exclaimed, cackling with no shame as Eddie carried you.

“We’re here!” He announced.

“I can’t see, jackass.” You huffed out, considering he had thrown you over his shoulder. Eddie turned around, not bothering to put you down. You saw a huge rock in the shape of a skull. “Isn’t this that place where people come to make out?”

“That’s not what we’re doing, dumbass.” He sassed, putting you down finally and climbing on top of the rock. You brushed yourself off and climbed up with him.

“The view is really pretty.” You commented as you looked at the stars.

“Yeah…it really is.” Eddie softly said, and you turned to face him only to discover he wasn’t looking at the stars. He was looking at you. You blinked and looked away with a clear of your throat.

“So, Munson. Why’d you take me here at however late at night?”

“I dunno, you just seemed kinda down lately.” Eddie shrugged, pulling his legs into a criss-cross position. “I figured you would appreciate this.”

Your face turned even redder. “That’s…really nice of you.” You stammered out. “Thank you.” How could he read you so perfectly? Or maybe he was the only one that gave a shit. You both were silent for a while, before Eddie pulled out a walkman from his inner jacket pocket and started playing some music. He knew you hated things being quiet.

“Hey…Eddie?”

“Yeah?”

“Why did you stop me from jumping off the quarry?”

Eddie blinked, obviously not expecting that. “What?”

“Why did you stop me? You had no clue who the hell I was, but you stopped me.”

“Who wouldn’t stop someone from jumping off the edge of a quarry?” Eddie said, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “You just…looked like you were in so much pain. I couldn’t ignore that. Yeah, I didn’t know who the hell you were, but what kind of a person would I be if I just let you jump?”

You were silent, letting your mind think back to that day. You didn’t get to think about it very long, as Eddie laid his hand on top of yours to pull you back to reality.

“I mean hey, I’m glad I did. You’re one of the greatest people I’ve ever fucking met. You make me really happy, y’know that? Yeah I’m friends with the other members of Hellfire, but you aren’t like them.” He hummed out.

You turned to look at him, and you could tell he was being genuine. How did you get so lucky? You didn’t feel like you deserved that. Not after Billy. Not after what a horrible brother you were to him. You almost didn’t even realize the tears that were bubbling until he said something.

“Hey woah, what’s wrong?” He jumped up and sat in front of you. “Are you alright? Did I say something wrong?” He placed a comforting hand on your shoulder. You tried to not cry, but just like at the quarry, you couldn’t stop the onslaught of tears that came rushing out. “Shit, c’mere…” He scooted closer and wrapped you in a hug, letting you openly weep into his chest. Your chest and throat constricted, body shaking like a leaf as you clutched onto Eddie.

“I don’t deserve this, Eddie…” You managed, trying not to cry on his clothes. “You don’t understand why I was there that day…”

Eddie gently moved away from you and gingerly laid his hand on your face, the cool metal of his rings helping ground you.

“Then tell me.” He cooed softly.

With hardly an ounce of hesitation, you spilled everything. How you and Billy endured the abuse of your father after he drove your mother away. How the two of you gradually grew apart. How you realized how horrible of a brother you were.

“He must have hated me, Eddie…” You sobbed. “I left him alone in a house but not a home. I just couldn’t stand getting beat and getting called a f*g on a daily basis. I fucking failed him! Now my little brother is dead and I can’t fix anything! Why wasn’t it me..? Billy could have gone on to do so much good…he was my baby brother…and now I can’t apologize or anything…and now I’m failing Max just like I failed Billy.”

“…shit, Hargrove…” Eddie whispered. “I’m so sorry you had to go through all of that alone…” His voice was gentle, like he’d break you if he spoke too loud. His thumb rubbed your cheek, allowing you to focus on that movement. “But…I don’t think Billy ever thought you failed him, you know that? All of this shit is the fault of your shitty dad, you understand? That’s not fair of him to put that blame on you.” He allowed his voice to become a little sharper so you’d pay attention. “No horrible brother would be here sobbing and regretting the way he treated his sibling, y’know? But there’s nothing you can do now, I’m sure you understand that much. Sitting here and crying won’t fix anything, but you know what will? Learning from that shit experience and being a better man, like your brother would want. Living your life to the fullest and being happy, but also keep him alive in your memory and all that shit, y’know?”

“Eddie, I-”

“And I’m gonna help you in any way I possibly can. No person should have to handle all that alone. You’re not alone, y’know? It’s okay to rely on other people sometimes.”

You stared at him, tears still in your eyes. The genuine care and compassion in his eyes made your heart beat faster and faster. That’s when you realized how close your faces truly were.

“I…Eddie..?” You whispered out. “Can I…tell you a secret?”

“Anything.”

“I think I might be in love with you.”

…

His silence scared you. He stared with wide eyes, and you were unable to read the boy’s expression. Did you go too far?

“Just kick me off this rock please.” You mumbled, going to turn away. “I should go, I’m so sorry, forget i said anything.

“I love you too.” He blurted, leaving you to be the one with wide eyes.

“H-huh?” You stammered. Real smooth. “You- are you serious?”

“One hundred percent.” He breathed out. He was just as nervous as you were.

“You’re…not playing a sick joke or anything, right, Ed?” You mumbled, even though Eddie had kept his large hand on your cheek.

“No.” He said, a little firmer. “I’ll prove it if you don’t believe me.”

You almost thought you were dreaming.

His lips were on yours.

He was kissing you.

His lips weren’t the softest thing on the planet, but you didn’t mind. They were a little chapped, but you really couldn’t care less. They were perfect. He was perfect.

He realized you weren’t kissing back, so he went to pull away, but you’d only pulled him right back to you as to savor this moment you never thought you’d experience anywhere outside of your dreams. He decided to savor it too. Both his hands were holding your face, and your hands were holding his. You felt like two lovesick teenagers only without the lust. All of it was love and passion. You’d never imagined this moment would actually come. You told yourself to keep the idea of this locked away in your wildest dreams. You wanted this to happen again.

“Go out with me.” You breathed out once his lips left yours.

A wide, goofy, love-struck grin spread across Eddie’s face. “What’s the magic word?”

“I don’t need a fucking magic word, just say yes, dumbass.” You pouted out.

“Say it, Hargrove~”

“Ughhh, please?”

His lips were on yours once again.

“As you wish.”

~

You didn’t remember much after that. You had woken up in a soft bed in a room that wasn’t yours. You quickly deduced that it was Eddie’s room, his guitar catching your eye as soon as they got adjusted to the light. You could see your shirt, jeans, and shoes strewn about the floor, along with Eddie’s outfit from yesterday too.

You gently lifted the blankets to see that you had been dressed in some of Eddie’s comfier clothes. Did he do that? What a sweetheart.

Speaking of, two arms pulled you close, and you realized Eddie was next to you. He was in nothing but his underwear, which made your face turn bright red. His arms were around your torso, and his legs were all tangled in yours. He looked so innocent.

And that’s how you decided you gained the title of The Luckiest Boy in Hawkins, Indiana.

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The Dead Kid’s Brother and the Freak (Part One)

Part Two! - Part Three!

eddie munson x male!hargrove!reader

SPOILERS FOR STRANGER THINGS SEASON FOUR

plot summary - im planning for this to be a 3-parter! first part is about how reader and eddie met, second is how they got together, third is the reader being infected with vecna’s curse !

warnings - mention of death, mention of unaliving, attempted unaliving, talking someone down from unaliving, mention of homophobia, censored f slur, cursing, mentions of abuse, mentions of drinking/alcohol

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Right now, being Eddie Munson’s boyfriend and the dead kid’s brother really wasn’t the greatest position ever for you. You would really rather be at home with your step-sister and step-mother instead of hiding at Skull Rock with Eddie after watching Patrick McKinney get his bones broken like someone was cracking a glow-stick.

Ever since you and Eddie had watched Chrissy Cunningham die in his trailer, things had just taken a turn for the worst. You had heard Chrissy’s bones cracking from Eddie’s bedroom along with his screaming, and when you got in the living room, you saw something you could never imagine, despite having seen a huge monster at the Starcourt mall. Chrissy had been suspended in the air, her limbs bent in several directions that NO limbs should ever go. You came in right as her eyeballs popped out of their sockets and she crashed into the floor. You had no time to get over the shock that Chrissy was the one buying from your boyfriend, and just had to deal with the fact she was dead on the floor.

You and Eddie had a sort of agreement. It was pretty much common courtesy that he didn’t tell anybody who his customers were, and you accepted that. So when he told you somebody was coming over for a deal, you nodded and said you’d stay in his room until the person was gone. Of course, that didn’t last very long.

Eddie was of course freaking out. Some girl had just fucking died in his living room. As he yelled and cried you had stared at Chrissy’s body, trying to figure out what had even happened. Was it something with the upside down? If it was, fuck that shit. Not after what had happened to your brother.

“Let’s go.”

“Huh?!” Eddie sputtered, almost forgetting you were there.

“We can’t report this to the cops. They’re…” You hesitated, knowing that Eddie wasn’t going to want to hear this. “They’re…gonna think either me or you did it.”

“What?!”

“Think about it, Ed!” You grabbed his shoulders to stop him from pacing. “Chrissy Cunningham is fucking dead in your living room! What is that gonna look like?! My sister knew I was going here! We live right across the street!”

Good god, what was Max going to think?

“We have to get the hell out.” You said, trying to stay calm for Eddie’s sake.

“Shit, shit, you’re right.” He breathed out shakily. “Come on, I-I know somewhere!” Eddie grabbed one of your hands that was on his shoulders and dragged you out, audibly freaking out as he did so. You jumped in the passenger seat and he got in the driver’s. He quickly sped off, leaving you to just stare at where you lived with Max and Susan.

This was just going to crush them. After what had happened with Billy and then Neil leaving? You had picked up a job at a gas station in order to help Susan provide for everybody. After your brother had passed away, everything had just gone south. She and Neil had started fighting, he left, she picked up multiple jobs, and now she was drinking like no tomorrow. You had tried hard to be there for Max, but she had almost shut off completely. Nobody except you was exactly close to Billy, but you knew she had some caring for him. You couldn’t imagine how it must feel grieving for someone who hurt you.

As Eddie had ranted about wherever you were going, all you could think about was Billy. What would he do? You were a little sad to say you didn’t know. The two of you were relatively close when you were kids and your mother was around. But Neil ruined everything. He had driven Mom away and only caused you and Billy so much more pain. You remembered the nights when Billy would come to you with black eyes, fighting back tears and trying to be strong. You were just a little older than him, but that didn’t make the fact you were his big brother any different.

That being said, you couldn’t handle the fact that you had failed him once moving to Hawkins. You had forgotten what being a big brother had meant. He had seemed so independent and was pushing you away, so you figured he didn’t need you anymore. He had grown up. You stopped staying at the house as often. You went out with some of the jock friends you had made. You didn’t want to deal with Neil yelling at you and hurting you and calling you slurs. You realized too late that really had needed you. He was dead by the time you had realized how royally you’d fucked up. You had left him alone in a house. But not a home.

Ever since he died the guilt was starting to eat you alive.

But that’s how you met Eddie Munson.

It had all started when your dad left. He made you stay with Susan and Max. He told you it was your fault that Billy had died. Everything had been your fault, according to him. Your fault that your mother had left. Your fault Max was getting into trouble. You were to blame for all of it. You remember Susan begging him to take it back, that you didn’t do anything. But his words still rang clear in your head.

“The f*g only has himself to blame.”

Now you realized he just said that because he didn’t want to admit it was his fault. But then? You were still grieving over your little brother who you failed to save.

So, that night after Neil had left, you decided you didn’t want anything to be your fault ever again. Standing on the edge of that quarry that one middle schooler got his arms broken at by some girl, apparently, you were ready to just relieve everybody. But before you could do what you had planned, someone had called out.

“Hey, woah, bud! That’s the wrong place you wanna jump off if you’re going for a swim.”

You had whipped around and saw a strange boy your age with a shirt that read ‘Hellfire’. He was obviously cautious, knowing what your plan was.

“Go away!” You shouted. “Just- get out of here!”

“You know I can’t do that.”

“Yeah, you fucking can! Just go, please! I dunno who you are, but nothing you have to say is gonna make me fuckin’ feel better!”

The boy sighed, and you thought he had left, but suddenly he was right there next to you.

“Well, you at least gonna tell me your name so I can tell people who I saw jump off at the quarry?”

“What? What do you care?”

“You gonna answer the question?” He asked, perfectly calm as opposed to your loud, shaky voice and puffy eyes. “What’s your name?”

“…(Y/n)…”

“(Y/n)…?”

“…Hargrove.” You uttered the last name like it was delicate glass.

It seemed to click in his head immediately. Hargrove. The dead kid. You were related to the dead kid.

“Shit…well, I’m Eddie. Nice to meetcha.” He offered you a smile and held out his hand. Your eyebrows furrowed as you nervously took his hand. “Now, if you’re gonna jump, just know it’s not gonna solve anything.” He said, gripping your hand in his as if to try and ground you. You just glared and ripped your hand away.

“I guess I’ll have to be the judge of that.” You gave him no further explanation and that’s when you stepped off the edge.

Instantly, you regretted it. The feeling of falling really wasn’t fun, and in that moment you remembered Susan and Max. Luckily, that feeling didn’t last too long.

A strong hand had grasped your arm. Eddie had knelt down on the edge and grabbed you. All he did was smile at you.

“You really think I was gonna let you fall, Hargrove?” He quickly yanked you up. This man had strength.

You scrambled up and scooted away from the cliff, trying to fight back the tears that were coming on but miserably failing. You’d always been shamed for crying. It wasn’t manly, according to…like, everybody you knew. You remembered hiding your tears during Billy’s funeral, only to go out by this same quarry and scream out your frustrations in private. But…Eddie didn’t say anything. He just went and sat next to you, crossing his legs. You tried stopping, worried he would eventually make some backhanded comment.

But he didn’t. He laid his hand on your back, being cautious in case you didn’t want to be touched.

“I know this is kinda weird considering we just met, but…do you wanna hug?”

You stared at him for a few seconds. When was the last time someone had hugged you? You couldn’t remember. Eddie seemed to sense your uneasiness, and he held out his arms, almost like he knew you basically forgot how to initiate one. You bit your lip and eventually just said fuck it and leaned forward and hugged the boy. As soon as he wrapped his arms around you, it was all over. The tears gushed out of your eyes like squeezing toothpaste out of a tube. Your throat tightened and you started shaking like a baby rattle. You were a mess. You felt pathetic as you cried like a baby in this stranger’s arms.

“Shit- f-fuck- ‘m sorry…” You stammered out, your words barely comprehensible due to your onslaught of tears. “You shouldn’t have to deal with a total stranger’s problems, man…”

“Well…yeah, so?” Eddie hummed. “I wasn’t about to let a pretty boy like you jump off and die a painful death on those rocks.”

Pretty boy? Your face was already red from crying, but it just got a little redder. That’s when you spotted the black handkerchief/bandana in his back pocket.

“I-I hope you didn’t stop me just because you wanted a fuck.” You mumbled, and now it was his turn to be surprised.

“I- well, no, that’s not what I meant-” he started stammering, not sure if he should reassure you or be surprised you knew what that meant. “You’re- I mean, shit-”

You couldn’t help but just laugh a little, sniffling as you pulled away. He looked a little scary, but he was actually pretty sweet. “It’s okay…I just joking. You’re…y’know?”

Eddie seemed to relax. “Yeah, I am. Are you?”

“Yeah.”

He nodded in understanding. “Well, nice to know you aren’t gonna call me a slur or anything.” He chuckled lightheartedly.

“Same.” You breathed out shakily. It wasn’t often you met another gay person. You knew Robin Buckley was, but that’s about it.

“So…do you wanna talk about anything? I mean if not, that’s whatever.” Eddie hummed. “If you want a distraction or anything, that’s cool too.”

“A distraction?”

Eddie smiled and stood up, offering his hand which had several huge rings. “Yeah, c’mon. Ever heard of Dungeons and Dragons?”

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I want to, but I don't want to

I want to make a wattpad story, but I don't want to at the same time. I feel like it will just be a shitshow, and I've never had a proper schedule ever. I can't wake up for school on my own, and I forget to eat more than once a day unless reminded to. I guess I could set myself alarms, but then if I don't have motivation I wouldn't write. Now that it's summer and I've been out of school since yesterday I might have more motivation than before, but then there's also the cover which I would want to be my own work, and the last time I finished an actual art piece was.... End of April? Beginning of May? Around then.... And yet I've already started the cover, so I guess I'm gonna force myself to do it or I'll keep beating myself up for it. If anyone has suggestions a lazy ass person like myself could use, please tell me, I guess. uuggghh, guess I have to go back to drawing then

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The human, traveler, and elf #3, finale

This is the third and final one! Would have posted this a while ago, but I've just been feeling out of it. I was also thinking of writing a story from scratch on Wattpad, and I have ideas. I'll get into that later, most likely right after this is posted.

Recap: They ate breakfast, consisting of some dried fruits and vegetables that were crunchy, almost like chips. They headed out to the docks that lead to Čerešňa, hoping they could make it there by nighttime if they went fast enough.

It had been another 10 hours of walking, taking breaks, and eating when they finally saw the Ryby(air-rib-B) docks. 

“Finally! The.. Ry-bee docks!” Callum yelped, happy they would be able to take a longer break than normal.

“It’s pronounced ‘air-rib-B’ roll your tongue on the R”

“Oh, okay. Ryby... Ryby… Wow! So… Why does no one speak that language instead of English? You said English was the common tongue, wasn’t it?”

“It is. We just call that the ‘Old language’. Everyone used to speak the Old Language until a mysterious person, by the name of ‘Whiteout’... Well that was what everyone called her. She was named after a dragon that spoke oddly, so odd that most dragons outside of its own family couldn’t understand it.”

“Really? You sure know a lot about… Everything!”

“Yeah, you learn a lot when you explore the whole world multiple times over. Doing quests, slaying beasts, etcetera etcetera. Anyway, she was called Whiteout because almost no one could understand her. Not until her brother, who was named ‘Darkstalker’ because of his mysterious personality. Apparently he spoke our language, and the other, and he taught everyone the other language… Your language. He then tried to kill the king of Oheň so he could rule.

“Oh. I... I didn’t expect that.”

“No one did. He just went mad and tried to kill the king, the many greats grandfather of the current king of Oheň.

They finally made it to the docks. Now all they had to do was find a boat, and preferably a captain to sail that boat. Sam said he could work a boat well enough, but he’d prefer a professional that had years of experience.

It had taken a bit longer than expected, but they managed to find a captain of a small ship that took 5 silver coins an hour. Sam and Cal set up their beds, ate a snack, and went to sleep…

The next day was a bit more unusual than normal. Not much had happened on the walk, but here they saw rainbow-colored fish that jumped through the air, whales that dove out of the water and created huge waves… All of it was beautiful! That was what Cal thought, at least. His photographer's heart was leaping through his chest at this point, all he wanted to do was take a picture! They got to Čerešňa fairly quickly and ended up walking a few miles before it got too dark. After a few days of travel, buying and selling anything they needed, didn’t want, or didn’t need. They made it to the Thinning Point of Čerešňa. It was called that because it… Well… Thins out. East Čerešňa and West Čerešňa were connected through a thin bridge of land(similar to the connection between North and South America). The bridge was guarded by the Červená(chair-ven-ah) knights. They showed the knights they weren’t a threat and were easily let through to West Čerešňa. The capital, Červená, was more beautiful than all of Čerešňa combined. All the trees were pinks and reds, the grass had a dark pink tint, the flowers were everywhere, and the buildings were absolutely beautiful. They walked through the town, Callum almost got lost after accidentally following the sound of music that was being played by a sitar with cherry blossoms all over it. Čerešňa was easily the most beautiful place in Surelia, Teplý coming in second place for its warm tropical weather and exotic animals. Sam and Cal were admiring the scenery when the ground shook, and the sound of wingbeats pounded through the sky. The roaring of a giant creature echoed, the people screamed and ran into their houses. Knights were running towards the sounds. Sam tried to ask what was going on, but only one replied… “Dragon”.

I applaud anyone who got the references, I'm literally obsessed with the Wings of Fire book series. I've read all 15 books, the 2 legends, and ever winglet(except for runaway, not even sure if it exists anymore because no one talks about it, and I can't find it TvT).

Yes it's a cliffhanger. Next year I might possibly make the other half for school and post it here

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Can we normalize putting the gender of Y/N in the title????

I'm so sick of reading and getting really into a fic that has no gender mentioned only to get bombed with she/her pronouns, Y/N with the female sex organ/boobs, etc. It's not that fucking difficult to put the gender in the title, it's one or two words, you're not going to die by putting them there.

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Yes. This ^^^^^ Whether you put it in the title, tags, or at the beginning of the story in A/n or above the cut, please. For the LOVE OF EVERYTHING.... Put it somewhere. Do you KNOW how DISAPPOINTING it feels to find an "___ x reader" and 19/20 time's it's "she/her" "BOOBS". Especially when it's a good story :(

There was this one person that was said "Wellll most of the fandoms consist of females so it's just common sense".

Really? Most of the fandoms consist of females? Now how about games/movies/shows/manga/book/other that is bl/yaoi/gay/etc consisting of two guys TOGETHER, s E X. And then making a female reader? It's just sad, it makes me sad.

There are some "x reader" fics that are actually gender neutral and stuff, which is really nice to find.

And no need to get defensive over puting a single f!reader/fem!reader/female!reader on a post. (or saying, "hey, this is female reader btw)

I'm trying to put more warning on my stories that they are gender neutral/no gender or male (I don't write female readers, since I don't identify as one anymore, might wright trans/afab though.)

I really wrote all of this over some frustrations, wow. This is like a whole short story lmao. This just needs to be told to all the platforms that have fanfics, and it's not the platform, it's the writer/author, so just a nice reminder to put the gender would be nice. (other platforms such as WATTPAD. I SEE YOU. Fuckin... I read on wattpad all the time and I'm running out of stories to read about fandoms I knoww! And some really good ones I do find have the male reader as like, a muscles up depressed dom top that's straight.. soo)

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The human, traveler, and elf #2

Here's the second part! Will be posting the third part tomorrow.

Recap:

“Don’t worry! I’m not a threat, not at all.” A man about 5’8 walked towards them, he had straight brown hair that reached his shoulder blades. He looked young, and yet seemed so mature. They both almost immediately noticed the pointy long ears that protruded from the man’s head.

“Elf…” Sam said quietly.

“Yup! My name is Fred. I’ve never seen the gate open before, you both really surprised me! I mean, THE sacred gate of THE Gated Forest, OPENING! Who knew! I didn’t even know if it COULD open. Y’know they say The Goddess Gem is behind the gate, but now I guess not! I was just on a picnic with the animals, and…” Fred went on, and on. His aura went from mysterious, and mature, to terrifyingly bubbly, and bright. 

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Fred was just placing down the basket full of food, along with the red, and white checkered picnic blanket. He opened the basket, handing out food, and snacks to the creatures around him. He even took out another basket and dumped out the contents a few yards from the blanket, all for the dragons to eat. A few small bottle-sized dragons came bounding towards the food, and then the larger ones started surrounding the area. The eldest dragon, Drak, stayed on the trail to the gate, as always. Fred never worried about the gate opening, the thing was multiple millions of years old. Now imagine his surprise when the creaking of old metal sounded through the forest. Fred jumped up and bolted towards the trail. Drak and Fred watched two people come from the gate in silence, looking at each other, then continuing on the long path. He watched for a bit, while Drak decided to quietly fly behind them. When the two wanted to turn back, Drak was right there, stopping them from leaving. The boy with dark brown hair yelped ‘dragon’ before they scrambled past Drak deeper into the forest. The ancient dragon didn’t bother to follow after them but instead lied back down. Fred was following them through the bushes when they stopped, and he finally approached them.

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Sam and Cal got to know Fred a bit better after sitting with him for about 30 minutes while the elf kept droning off about random stories. Callum was told by Sam that elves are a bit different than humans, they have more magical ‘cores’, is what they call them. They say elves, even humans with a bit of elven blood, have some sort of connection with an ancient tree that has a small chunk of The Goddess gem within it. Callum had started writing down any new history he learned in a notebook Fred gave him. A small dragon the size of a dining chair stumbled towards Fred, handing him a fancy-looking letter. Fred quickly read through it and looked a bit surprised.

“What’s it about? If I can ask…”, Callum asked.

Fred put the letter back in the torn envelope, “It’s a letter from a friend of mine that lives in the L’ad region.”

“L’ad? Euhg. I remember that sad ice waste… I was there not right before I got hurled into The Overworld..”, Sam whispered the last part to Callum. “The place is infested with more monsters than Oheň(O-hen… Yeah).”

“That’s the reason for this letter. My good friend said that the town they live within is being infested with more monsters each week. They have asked for my help… Though I don’t think I can accept their request, I have much to do here. I am part of a group and a very important group at that. We take care of the things of old, the relics of the past, sacred things that if anything got their claws or hands on, disaster could fall. I cannot afford to leave this place while our members are low on numbers.” Fred became serious again.

“Hmmm… Could we go instead?” Callum turned to Sam.

“What?? Why would we want to go to that… That… Stupid wasteland?! Trolls roam under every bridge, every cave, haunted penguins or polar bears, maybe even ROCS will attack us at every corner!” Sam shivered at the thought of going back, and not because of the frigid temperatures.

Fred became bubbly again, pleading for the two of them to go help his friend in L’ad. Sam kept refusing, and refusing, saying that Callum had never been in a monster-infested place before(conveniently not mentioning he’s also from The Overworld). After trying to convince Sam for almost 20 minutes, he finally caved. 

“Fine! Alright! Alright. We can go to that ice dump for you… What exactly does your friend want us to do there?”

“They said they need help to find the source of the monsters. Rumor has it that there is a hidden area where the monsters are… Spawned, basically. They don’t get birthed and grow, they just… Appear.”

“So... You want us to go to… Lat? Let? To find where these monsters just appear from, destroy it? And then come back? Maybe kill a few monsters on the way back?” Callum said with a hand on his chin.

“Yes! See, the short-eared blond one here gets it!” Fred clapped

“Fine… You provide our supplies though since technically you were the one that was supposed to do this, not us.” Sam said, pointing to Fred.

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Fred told Callum, and Sam to stay for the night since it had already hit around 5 pm when Sam decided to do Fred’s task. The three of them had eaten dinner and went to sleep in a guest room Fred had in his little cottage. By the time they got up, Fred had all their supplies ready. There was a basket of food for each of them, a smaller bag full of coins attached to the side of those baskets, and another bag of clothing. The bags were stacked on top of each other, so Sam and Callum could hold them easily like a backpack with multiple openings. They said their goodbyes, and headed off to L’ad which was… Oh… Two whole regions away… Great. They were currently in Tráva(Trah-vah), and needed to travel North to Čerešňa(cher-esh-nah), and then West from Čerešňa to get to L’ad. They decided after 2 hours they would take a break for 20 minutes, meaning within 10 hours they could make it halfway there. Sam hoped they could make it to L’ad in a week at least. They set up camp, Cal set up the fire while Sam set up the food and sleeping areas. When they woke up that morning the fire was now just charcoal and embers. They ate breakfast, consisting of some dried fruits and vegetables that were crunchy, almost like chips. They headed out to the docks that lead to Čerešňa, hoping they could make it there by nighttime if they went fast enough.

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The human, traveler, and elf

Alrighty. This is that big story I was talking(or writing) about! I'll be breaking it up into three pieces, so around 1,000 words a piece. This also does not have 'Y/n' and stuff, since this was for school, and I didn't want to make it one rn because I'm sick :,)

His eyes opened. The world shaped around him as his eyes adjusted to the dark. Sounds of water falling on rocks played through his head, water droplets splashing on him as he rolled onto his back.

After a few moments of laying there, letting his eyes, ears, and brain adjust to what was around him, he finally sat up, adjusting to his surroundings. He remembered he had finally gotten information from the southern part of the L’ad(la-t) region, and headed back to his village. After just barely making it out of the coldest region in Surelia(sir-L-E-ah), the ground shook and crumbled beneath him. He felt himself falling through the earth before it all went black. Now Sam was here, in this unknown place that was most likely nowhere near L’ad. He got up, wiping the water droplets from his face, and clothes. He went around the small waterfall, taking in the outside world. There were trees, rocks, and so much grass. The grass was so green that it almost looked fake, the area was surrounded by a short wall. He walked out, following the wall, and was met by a gate about 6 ½ feet tall that had a sign saying, ‘Surelia’ on it. That was odd… Why would there be a sign with the name of the whole kingdom of Surelia on it? Was this place like a giant map that people could walk through? He’d heard some of the larger cities had some of those. He saw a few people past the gate, wearing odd clothes, and holding even more odd objects. They were wearing colors that could only be found in flowers, and some rare creatures. Bright purples, pinks, a blue more blue than the sky, and they were all so weird looking. No guards were patrolling the ‘town’, and only a few ladies were wearing dresses. The dresses that were being worn were extremely short, making their way around the knees. Sam had heard in some places that women wore shorter dresses, reaching above the ankles, but in the region that Sam lived in, it was frowned upon. Sam opened the gate and saw stalls of so much variety. The place was bubbly, and bright, filled with laughter and excitement. He walked around the ‘town’ for a bit and saw very weird-looking buildings. The buildings were adorned with magic lights, colors of all sorts, weird names like “Rocketship” written in bright bold letters, and even some with paintings of aliens, people, magic items, etc. There were a few people that dressed similar to him, but they still seemed off to Sam, so he decided to ignore them while finding a way out of this place.

It had been a good few days since Sam had been transported to this weird place, he learned the name of the ‘town’ was actually called the “Gemstone theme park”, whatever that was. Sam was used to needing to figure out things quickly without bringing attention to himself, and through that, he learned he wasn’t in the kingdom of Surelia anymore, he was in a country called ‘America’, and there was a whole different kind of currency here. He managed to find a few ‘dollars’, along with ‘quarters’, and ‘nickels’. He was now walking through a small town just a few miles west of where he was originally teleported to. He knew his history quite well, exploring Surelia multiple times over. “The Overworld gem”, the green gem that most likely represented the world he was currently in. A world that had no magic, a world of ancient, and yet was more advanced. “The Surelian gem”, the black gem that represented Surelia itself. The world of magic, creatures of wonder, and magnificence. Then there was “The Goddess gem”, supposedly the gods of the two realms had made Surelia along with The Overworld, and that the gods had their own realm, and that The Goddess gem represented the world they made for them to hide within, watching over the two realms. There had been people all around the kingdom that said they had seen the two gems of Surelia, and The Overworld, but no one had ever seen The Goddess Gem. Sam wondered if the gems had anything to do with him being teleported to The Overworld… He was interrupted by his thoughts when he almost bumped into another person. This new person had champagne-pink colored hair that reached just below the chin, he was wearing rounded, bright red glasses, and his eyes were an orange equally as bright.

“Ah, sorry for almost bumping into you.”, he looked Sam over for a minute. “If you don’t mind me asking, do you work for that theme park a few miles away? You’re wearing pretty similar clothes.”

“It’s alright, and no. I just… Uhm… I like the way these clothes look, not as bright, y’know?” Sam asked

“Right. My name is Callum, but just call me Cal.” The boy, now known as Cal, offered his hand. To Sam

Sam took his hand, shaking it, “Nice to meet you, my name is Sam.” He looked around for a minute, “Are you in a hurry? I was lost in my thoughts, but it looked as though you were walking pretty fast.”

“Oh, I just forgot to feed my cat, and then apparently a new coworker will be taking my spot today for learning purposes, and no one told me… I guess I don’t have to do work today then!”

Sam nodded, and Cal said, “Are you new around here? I’ve never seen you before. We live in a pretty small town, I can literally walk from one end of this place to the other within about an hour…”

“Yes, I am new. I don’t exactly have a place to stay either..” he said, the last part a bit quieter.

Cal went on and asked if Sam wanted to stay with him, and he agreed. Now they are here, it had been a few weeks, and Sam had been living with Cal. Sam didn’t have money or a job, so he cleaned the house and fed Cal’s pets while he was at work. When he got home, they both decided on taking a walk while Sam asked more questions about The Overworld. Cal grabbed a thin jacket, and they headed out the back into the open yard. They both found a trail and followed it. 

“I found this weird gate that had dragons, griffins, and other mythical creatures on it. I wanted to know if you recognized it.” Cal said, glancing at Sam while they walked on the trail

“Hm, when we see it I’ll try to see if I know what it’s about…” Sam said while putting his hands in his pockets

“Do you think it had something to do with your world?... Surelia..?”

“I won’t know until I see it. If it’s something even mildly famous I bet I’d be able to identify it. I’ve been all over Surelia, more from the Tráva region, since it was where I grew up.” 

When they found the gate, Sam immediately recognized it. He said it looked exactly like the gate in The Gated Forest, which was in Surelia. It was an ancient gate that had never actually been opened, this was also a much larger version of the gate at that theme park. They looked at each other for a moment, before silently agreeing to walk in… Nothing happened. They didn’t know what to expect, but they kind of hoped something interesting would happen. The forest looked the same, a bit more green, looking as if very few had ever walked here before. The two of them continued to walk along a narrow trail, hearing odd creatures in the distant forest. They didn’t walk very far when they felt eyes on them. The two turned to each other, once again silently agreeing, but to turn around, and head back this time. They turned around and were immediately greeted by a large beast with scales, deep breathing could be heard above them. When they looked up they were met by a giant dragon, as large as two elephants stacked on top of each other. It growled at them.

“Holy-” Callum started, but was quickly cut off by Sam practically shouting, “Dragon!”.

Sam took Cal’s arm, and booked it. They went in the opposite direction of the gate, trees, bushes, and animals all blurred past them.

“This is no doubt The Gated Forest!” Sam shouted over the whirring wind as they ran.

“The gated forest?” Cal questioned

“Yes! It’s a sacred forest that has been here for thousands… Maybe millions of years! Some say the forest has been here since the beginning of the three worlds themselves!” Sam started to slow down, they had run for a good 5 minutes now.

“You seem to know your history quite well.” A voice said when they stopped running.

They turned around, looking for the mysterious voice.

“Don’t worry! I’m not a threat, not at all.” A man about 5’8 walked towards them, he had straight brown hair that reached his shoulder blades. He looked young, and yet seemed so mature. They both almost immediately noticed the pointy long ears that protruded from the man’s head.

“Elf…” Sam said quietly.

Yes, this is like a continuation of some of my stories. But it will have new stuffs. Maybe next year the second half will be spawned? Mmm? I don't knoow... Anyway, have a good day/night/afternoon/evening/whatever holiday, and don't get sick like me!