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watermonkeystuff · 1 year
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A dying ‘Black Hero’ tulip.
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samirafee · 7 days
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#TULIPA *Black Hero* with most beautiful features like: late blooming, double flower and deep dark purple colour
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seiwas · 9 months
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₊˚⊹。here, just for you | bakugo katsuki
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wc: 1.0k summary: you give bakugo flowers, and he can’t figure out why. contains: implied f!reader but i don’t mention anything specific, talks about flowers and a kind of early established relationship, just fluff and bakugo getting flustered while going through the motions of a relationship!  a/n: this is aged up to when bakugo is a pro! i envision him maturing a lot and mellowing out a little so hopefully this captures that!
comments, tags, and reblogs are greatly appreciated ♡
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Bakugo doesn’t know what to expect, stepping into his office after a long day on patrol—actually, scratch that. Bakugo doesn’t expect anything, really, besides his office to look the exact same way he left it this morning: pristine and orderly. 
And it is, for the most part—save for a small bouquet of flowers sitting delicately on his desk. 
It isn’t uncommon for him to receive some; companies and politicians often send them to express their good graces. But those usually go through PR first, along with the many other trinkets and letters received from fans. 
So, it shouldn’t really be a big deal, except, flowers have never appeared in his office, on his desk, with a note written in your handwriting, until now. 
Bakugo prides himself on his good memory; he remembers holidays, birthdays, and since being with you—potential anniversaries too. But there’s nothing, complete zilch that comes up when he tries to recall what today could be. 
He furrows his brows, looking for your contact on his phone. Most of his hero costume is gone now, all of the chunky pieces stored away to reveal the plain black jumpsuit he wears underneath. Clunky boots replaced by rubber shoes he wears more and more these days. 
He reaches for the bouquet while his phone rings, fingers sliding through the leaves softly. It’s a simple arrangement: a few gerberas and tulips standing out in pink and orange against small bunches of baby’s breath and cocculus. There’s a homeyness to it he can only attribute to you. 
“Katsuki?” you pick up, warmth and affection coming through.
“Y’got me flowers?” he asks gruffly, thumbing the note you’d written. 
There’s nothing on it but ‘For Katsuki’ in your cursive. No indication of what it’s for, or why you’d given it in the first place. He’s confused and maybe a little nervous; did he forget a date or something?
“Oh, yeah!” you exclaim, a string of ‘pings’ sounding your request at a video call. 
Lately, calls with you end up this way. For the longest time, Bakugo’s been a text-mostly-and-call-but-no-video-only kind of guy; it’s quick and efficient, gets things done with minimal fuss. But since getting together with you, texting’s begun to feel a little bit insufficient without your voice accompanying it. Regular calls suffice, but you know how harsh his words can sound despite his face saying otherwise. 
Your relationship is kind of old but still kind of new—a few months before you celebrate one year, and he still rolls his eyes (at himself) whenever you do this, lips quirked up as he clicks ‘accept’ (as if he can’t believe how you’ve single-handedly changed his phone habits just like that). 
You wait for him to adjust his phone, portions of his office in blur before he props it against the All Might paperweight on his desk. You continue, “Do you like it?”
He shoves the bouquet into the frame, smothering the microphone until all you hear is muffled noise. 
“Sorry, baby, I think you’re covering the mic.”
He tuts and you laugh as his face comes into view a few seconds later. His eyebrows are bunched together in the way they characteristically are and you see remnants of his black eyeliner smudged across his eyelids. Even at the tail end of his day, tired and just a little bit grumpy, Bakugo still looks pretty illuminated by the light on his phone.
It’s unfair, you think.  
“S’nice.” he murmurs, fiddling with the petals, “Thank you.” 
You catch his gaze and smile, “You’re welcome.” 
There’s an uneasiness to Bakugo’s eyes that you can tell comes from uncertainty, and you give him the silence to sort through it before he lets you know eventually, just like he always does. 
“I–”, he looks to the side, away from the camera. The crease between his eyebrows grow deeper before clearing his throat, “–M’not forgetting anythin’ today, am I?”
You tilt your head, puzzled, “I don’t think so, unless I’m forgetting it too.” 
“So why’d–”, he looks back to the bouquet, sighing, “–why’dya give me flowers?” 
Bakugo prides himself on his good memory; he knows your favorite food, and your usual order from that café you both go to down the street. He remembers that one sunday, during a hike, when you told him in passing that it was the best day of your life. You don’t like fuzzy socks because they make you sneeze, and you’re allergic to dust but continue to tend to him even when he’s covered entirely in it. 
Bakugo knows all these things and makes it a point to because a relationship–this relationship with you–is new and kind of hard, and this is one way he knows he can be good to you.
“Oh,” you blink, before answering so casually, so honestly, “I just wanted to.” 
Ruby eyes stare back at you, a mixture of emotions you can’t decipher swirling in them. His fingers slip through the leaves of the bouquet once more before his gaze softens.
“Ha.” he huffs out, almost chuckling to himself in relief. 
“Yeah, ‘ha’,” you tease, laughing, “they’re just for being you, Katsuki.” 
The look you send him is fond, but the feeling it gives him is anything but. Every time you laugh, and smile, and speak to him as if he is every bit deserving of the love you give, there is a battle raging in his ribcage. He doesn’t know when it’s ever going to stop feeling that way–if it ever will. The sides of his neck begin to flush red, and you giggle, finding it every bit endearing. 
He clears his throat again, trying hard to hide how flustered he feels, “D’you make it?” 
You nod, “Been trying flower arranging lately.” 
“S’pretty.” he supplies, turning the bouquet around to show you. You grow shy, Bakugo knowing full well how terrible you are at taking compliments. 
“You should get going, it’s getting late.” you mumble, snuggling into your blanket, the one he’d left in your apartment months ago. 
Bakugo grunts in agreement, “Tomorrow, 7am?” 
You hum, “Message me when you get home,” reminding him, even though this is routine by now. 
The next day, just like every other Tuesday, Bakugo will pick you up at 7am for a trip to that café you go to down the street. And maybe, on another day, you’ll get him flowers again, just for being your Katsuki. 
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creepercraftguy · 1 year
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Pokemon Scarlet/Violet - Voice Actor Headcanons.
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So here’s the latest update of this little series on my blog where I assign official voice actors to characters that don’t have them. I also did this with the previous title, Legends: Arceus.
I have to reiterate the same points every time, but it’s just so we’re all aware - 
This is NOT CANON. These are HEADCANONS and are unofficial. It’s just a hypothetical situation. If the characters were voiced, this is who I imagine would voice them.
Every major character in both games is included here, so there are HEAVY SPOILERS for the game’s main storylines. DO NOT READ THIS POST IF YOU HAVE NOT PLAYED THE GAME OR DON’T WANT TO BE SPOILED.
The only character I did not include in this is Jacq. He already has an official VA thanks to the Pokemon Go Gimmighoul Trailer. I don’t know who it is though because they go uncredited.
So without further ado, I hope you enjoy my ideas. Or don’t. Your choice.
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Nemona - KAYLI MILLS
Also Voiced:
Emilia (Re:Zero)
Alice Synthesis Thirty (Sword Art Online: Alicazation)
Keqing (Genshin Impact
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Katy - DOROTHY FAHN
Also Voiced:
Konan (Naruto)
Tsumugi Shirogane (Danganronpa V3)
Mercedes (Fire Emblem: Three Houses/Three Hopes)
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Brassius - ROBBIE DAYMOND
Also Voiced:
Goro Akechi (Persona 5)
Hubert (Fire Emblem: Three Houses/Three Hopes)
Prompto Argentum (Final Fantasy XV)
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Iono - IRONMOUSE
Also Voiced:
Herself (On her twitch videos and Speak of the Devil)
Tanith (An Incorrect Summary of Elden Ring | The King & The Serpent)
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Kofu - CHRIS RAGER
Also Voiced:
Hercule Satan (Dragon Ball)
Marshal D. Teach/Blackbeard (One Piece)
Gahuko Asano (Assassination Classroom)
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Larry - XANDER MOBUS
Also Voiced:
Joker (Persona 5)
Master Hand (Super Smash Bros)
Rokuzo Taguchi (Bungo Stray Dogs)
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Ryme - REGINA KING
Also Voiced:
Huey and Riley Freeman (The Boondocks)
Kreela (The Ant Bully)
Dynamite (Planes: Fire and Rescue)
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Grusha - ALEJANDRO SAAB
Also Voiced:
Cyno (Genshin Impact)
Yuri (Fire Emblem: Three Houses/Three Hopes)
Izumi Miyamura (Horimiya)
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Tulip - MELANIE MINICHINO
Also Voiced:
Alice Hiiragi (Persona 5 Strikers)
Anya Corazon/Spider-Girl (Spider-Man (2017))
Yan (Indivisible)
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Director Clavell - KIRK THORNTON
Also Voiced: 
Kisame Hoshigaki (Naruto)
Shadow the Hedgehog (Sonic the Hedgehog)
Jade Curtiss (Tales of Zesteria)
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Penny - AMANDA CELINE MILLER
Also Voiced:
Toko Fukawa (Danganronpa/Danganronpa Another Episode)
Boruto Uzumaki (Naruto)
Makoto Kino/Sailor Jupiter (Sailor Moon)
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Mela - ERIN FITZGERALD
Also Voiced:
Chie Satonaka (Persona 4)
Noire/Black Heart (Hyperdimension Neptunia series)
Junko Enoshima (Danganronpa series)
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Giacomo - SEAN CHIPLOCK
Also Voiced:
Diluc (Genshin Impact)
Rean Schwarzer (Trails of Cold Steel)
Guido Mista (Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure: Golden Wind)
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Atticus - TODD HABERKORN
Also Voiced:
Korekiyo Shinguji (Danganronpa V3)
Death The Kid (Soul Eater)
Shiro Iori (Kill La Kill)
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Ortega - CASEY MONGILLO
Also Voiced:
Emporio Alnino (Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure: Stone Ocean)
Protagonist (Shin Megami Tensei V)
Shinji Ikari (Neon Genesis Evengelion)
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Eri - CHERAMI LEIGH
Also Voiced: 
Makoto Niijima (Persona 5)
Asuna Yuuki (Sword Art Online)
A2 (Nier:Automata)
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Arven - KAIJI TANG
Also Voiced: 
Owain (Fire Emblem Awakening)
Gonta Gokuhara (Danganronpa V3)
Archer (Fate)
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Rika - SUZIE YEUNG
Also Voiced:
Eula (Genshin Impact)
Makima (Chainsaw Man)
Pumpkin Pie Cookie (Cookie Run Kingdom)
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Poppy - KIMBERLY ANNE CAMPBELL
Also Voiced:
Nahida (Genshin Impact)
Hayase Nagatoro (Don't Toy With Me, Miss Nagatoro)
Typhon (Re:Zero)
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Hassel - JAMIESON PRICE
Also Voiced: 
Sojiro Sakura (Persona 5)
Leo Whitefang (Guilty Gear Strive)
Rider (Fate)
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Geeta - SHARA KIRBY
Also Voiced: 
Candace (Genshin Impact)
Franceska Mila Rose (Bleach: Thousand-Year Blood War)
Tomomi Takei (Kageki Shojo!!)
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Dendra - ALEX CAZARES
Also Voiced:
Rebecca (Cyberpunk: Edgerunners)
Oblina (Nickelodean: All-Star Brawl)
Dagr (Fire Emblem Heroes)
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Saguaro - PATRICK SEITZ
Also Voiced:
Dio Brando (JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure: Stardust Crusaders)
Ira Gamagoori (Kill La Kill)
Ladiva (GranBlue Fantasy: Versus)
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Salvatore - BRYCE PAPENBROOK
Also Voiced:
Kirito (Sword Art Online)
Eren Jaeger (Attack on Titan)
Nagito Komaeda (Danganronpa 2)
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Tyme - REGINA KING
Also Voiced:
Huey and Riley Freeman (The Boondocks)
Kreela (The Ant Bully)
Dynamite (Planes: Fire and Rescue)
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Miriam - XANTHE HUYNH
Also Voiced:
Haru Okumura (Persona 5)
Marianne (Fire Emblem Three Houses/Three Hopes)
Ui Hirasawa (K-On)
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Raifort - ALLEGRA CLARK
Also Voiced: 
Shamir (Fire Emblem: Three Houses/Three Hopes)
Maki Zenin (Jujutsu Kaisen)
Beidou (Genshin Impact)
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Professor Sada - JENNIFER LOSI
Also Voiced:
Ganyu (Genshin Impact)
Shinobu Kawajiri (Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure: Diamond is Unbreakable)
Mizuki Nakahara (Lycoris Recoil)
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Professor Turo - KEITH SILVERSTEIN
Also Voiced:
Zhongli (Genshin Impact)
Johan Liebert (Monster)
Hisoka (HunterXHunter)
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grey-spark · 2 years
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OMORI Color Symbolism
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Some of this will be obvious. Some other stuff won’t be. Enjoy! (TW: Suicide, depression, OMORI spoilers)
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White: Purity/ Sterility/ Dissociation
White is the color of OMORI. The game and the character. An oppressive white that banishes all impurities. White space is a place to become nothing. White is not good. At least not until later. White is simple like a tulip, and that’s probably why its Sunny’s favorite color, but Sunny has taken simplicity to a toxic new level. We also find another white flower, the Orchid Egret, a white flower that connects the dream world to the real one. Almost acting as an anchor, grounding the real world to Whitespace. At the end of the game, white and sterility is given a new meaning: redemption. It’s the sign of a clean slate. Sunny has come to terms with Mari’s death, his part in it, and has confessed. He can move on with his life.
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Beige: The Past/ Dullness/ Decay
Beige is Sunny’s main color. Maybe even more than white. It’s the color that differentiates him from Omori. Unlike his evil doppelganger, Sunny is a person with memories. At the end of the game when the real Sunny explores his childhood home, all of his memories are cloaked in a sepia beige. It’s the color of old photos and old times. Towards the end, we seen the plant life surrounding basil’s forest die and decay into a sullen beige. Showing how his attachment to the past is stalling and killing his growth as a person. In the real world, Sunny wears beige cargo shorts, in a empty house with beige walls and floors. Lacking in color, the inside of Sunny’s house feels muted and dull in comparison to the vivid blues and greens just outside his front door.
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Orange & Yellow: Joy/ Excitement/ Agitation
Orange is almost exclusively Kel’s color. Serving as a more fashionable alternative to yellow, it’s a bright, happy color that conveys the same positivity. Its warm and welcoming. It’s also the main color of the titular “Orange Oasis” an area of Headspace that’s easy going. But even in such an area, there is a truth teller, Mr. Outback, draped in orange. Poking holes in the fantasy and stirring up the waters. Orange is a loud, aggressive color, similar to red. It annoys and aggravates people. Just like Kel. But in doing so it can generate much needed disruption to break stagnation. Kel instigates the whole plot of the game, and in the end everyone is much happier for it.
Yellow is the game’s designated color for happiness, though sometimes it blends green into the happy symbolism as well. A core example is the sunflower, a yellow and green plant that Basil admires for its ability to see the bright side of things. There’s also Kel and Hero’s parents. In their family photo the parents wear yellow and green, subtly showing that the core value of the household is the happiness of the family above all else. Finally, there’s the Big Yellow Cat. The centerpiece of Sunny’s dream world, serving almost as an unofficial ruler of Headspace. Protecting the very precious thing Sunny treasures most, the happy memory of his old friends. It’s interesting to note that all three of Sunny’s childhood imaginary friends are babylike pastel primary colors. The cat is yellow, representing Sunny’s happiness in the dream world. Abbi’s tenacle is red, the arm of the wisest who was discontent with that world. And then we find Humphrey is a baby blue, the starving sadness that Sunny keeps tucked away at the bottom of it.
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Blue: Sadness/ Truth
Blue is the color associated with sadness, and more importantly, the truth. All the horrific real world nighttime scenes are portrayed in blue on black. Meanwhile, the final hospital scene when Sunny confesses the truth is shown in blue on white. Visually showing the importance of truth in the story, as well as the suffocating sadness of the situation.
Hero is blue. A color that accentuates his masculinity and dependability reflected in his manly can-do attitude, though his conventional masculinity is often subverted by him wearing a feminine pink apron while cooking. However, the main reason he’s dressed in blue is because as mentioned before, it portrays his sadness. Hero is a character that is perpetually depressed. His intelligent mind over thinks things and blames himself. Mari’s death was no exception, so like Sunny, Hero seals himself away in a cocoon of sadness. Consider Humphrey, the big blue whale (the final boss of Headspace) that eats Sunny over and over again. Swallowing him deeper in a devouring cycle of depression. By escaping Humphrey, Sunny gets a chance to escape his depression and fantasy, just like Hero did before. Rejecting his fantasy, Sunny can start reintegrating into the real world outside.
Blue is one of the two main colors associated with the Real World, along with Green. We see it most prominently in the cloudy sky, showing the status of Sunny in the real world on the final title screen. Unlike the oppressive purple sky of dream world, the real sky is blue, wide and filled with many possibilities. It’s reflected in the blue picnic basket at the secret lake, its blue and white like the sky. Sunny describes it as “not as good as Mari’s” but it’s a real picnic in the true world. The only world where Sunny can learn and grow.
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Green: Growth/ Change/ Basil’s Envy
The color of growth. Plants are the keystone metaphor the story. In the duet sequence we see the plants growing, and the children alongside them. OMORI at its core is a coming-of-age story. One that homes in on the worst part of growing up: facing traumatic catastrophe. And being able to grow in spite of it. One of the kids hit hardest by this trauma is Basil. The gardener. A boy with a green thumb and green eyes (not literally, figuratively.) Note that Basil’s envy is never a malicious thing. But its made clear that he was always questioning his place in Sunny’s friend group. Taking photos but never feeling apart of them. Basil wants to be someone else. Someone loved. He wants to change. Lacking options, he turns to gardening, so he can make something beautiful to add to the world. Hoping that maybe he can change along the way.
As mentioned before, Green is portrayed as a happy color too. And is almost always portrayed in a positively light, being the second main color of the Real World. Though it also has a place in the dream world as well. It’s the color of the Vast Forest. The one that reminds Sunny of the tree that changed everything. It’s even the color of Space Ex-boyfriend’s hair, where its made abundantly clear that green is the inverted color of pink. If green is the color of growth and change. Pink is quite the opposite.
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Pink: Innocence/ Childishness
Aubrey’s color. Her punk pink hair, originally meant to be a testament of her girly innocence, has since become a symbol of defiance. But this is only one instance where innocence is defiled by the toxicity of their shared catastrophe. Pink is the color worn by Sally the baby, the most innocent character in the story. But most pink characters appear as obstacles. Aubrey is the most obvious example, but pink is also featured on all three of the major Headspace bosses. Spaceboy’s pink hair. Sweetheart’s strict adherence to pink attire. And Humphrey’s monstrous parasite form is a sea of pink. Each character once had innocent origins but are all lashing out from an unwillingness to move on. For Aubrey, its from Mari. For Spaceboy, its Sweetheart. Sweetheart can’t move past her heartbreak to love anyone. And Humphrey fights to maintain the “blissful ignorance” of Whitespace itself, refusing to let Sunny wake up from his childish dreaming. After all, the very floor of the Neighbor Room is pink. Pink almost appears as an antagonistic unnatural color. Or rather, pink is the childishness Sunny and Aubrey need to overcome to mature and grow.
Though for Aubrey’s case, there’s a second meaning. Pink and purple are considered a feminine color, though purple is decidedly more mature of the two. Growing up, Aubrey didn’t have many feminine role models. Since Aubrey’s mother is emotionally unavailable, Mari is the only other girl Aubrey has to relate to. So they planned to style their hair to celebrate this connection. By asking Mari to dye their hair pink and purple, it appears that Aubrey is seeking to share her feminine experience with Mari.
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Purple: Lavishness/ Love
Mari’s color. Purple is a color that exalts femininity and abundance. Traditionally associated with royalty and luxury, purple provokes a feeling of richness. Although in Mari’s case, this richness is not material wealth but rather takes the form of doting and indulgence. Representing how Mari goes out of her way to express her love to others in the form of gifts. This is also the main color of Headspace, since the color black is missing from that world replaced by infinite purple indulgence of an escapist fantasy.
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Black: Mystery/ Repression/ Fear
Black is not evil in this game. It’s simply darkness. Hiding something important from sight. Something, the ghost, is black. All of them are. And of course there’s Black Space itself. All of it hidden, all of it pushed down. Black is also the exclusive color of fear, and is tied explicitly to the Truth. In earlier versions of the game, Fear was going to be just another emotion. In fact, super early concept material even indicates that somethings and black space were just going to be a haunted level. Not so in the final game. Black stands out as a special nightmare, that not only encroaches on the dream world, but even the Real World. All colors are swallowed by a darkness that torments Sunny and hides something awful.
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Red: Anger/ Guilt/ Trauma
The color of blood. Of her blood. The color of guilt. Of being caught red handed. The color of unbridled fury for doing something awful to someone who loved you dearly. Across the game, we see Sunny being lured into the red lights. Red is the destructive impulse to seek revenge for Mari’s sake. Take from himself what he took from her. In Red Space, Sunny fights Omori. He faces his own self-hatred and overcomes his darkest impulses. 
Anyway, I think that’s all the main colors. Happy Birthday Sunny!  I try to make time for lore posts like these whenever I find time.
Thanks for reading.
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head---ache · 9 months
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New character charts!!!
Edit: Added new info to Lash's section + Added a link to Emmie's section.
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They're here!!! The only new info is in the charts themselves btw, the long text under this is the same, except very minor changes. I just thought it would be better than having to go to the old charts to read all of this.
Emmie: She's now officially the one and only Tube Baby of the group!!! I imagine Tails will later use the big fucking tube in his lab, just not for any of the kids in this group (here's three posts about it: First, second, third).
Just to quickly mention it, her full name is Emily, however, everyone in her life just calls her Emmie, because, according to her, 'it goes with her vibe' (first talked about here + in universe explanation here).
She has Black Arms DNA, and although it's uncertain how it affects her, they (Emmie and her dads) know she has green Black Arms blood (shown here) and has access to the hivemind, which as a baby she used to communicate with Shadow (here), but as she grew older she stopped using it, and now finds it harder to access to it.
She also, of course, has Chaos Energy. She can perform Chaos Control (in this one) and turn Super (that second thing they don't know until she's a teenager, shown in this comic). She also has all the abilities Sonic and Shadow share (such as spindash).
Sparks: Like I've said before, Sparks is a Belly Baby, Blaze carried (here's context).
Sparks has fire powers, similar to Blaze's, though they find it a bit harder to control. They get Blaze and Espio's help to learn to use said powers, since they require a lot of concentration. Also, again, like Blaze, they can turn into Burning Sparks (here), but that form is more unstable and drains their energy pretty fast.
I am also taking this space to clarify this about the entire family (including Tulip). Since Blaze is a princess, Amy, Sparks and Tulip do acquire royalty related titles, however, they're very informal and don't hold that much power, since Blaze didn't want them to have any responsability simply because they're related to her. So they're royalty just by name.
Lash: Another Belly Baby, your local surprise baby representation.
Like is said in her chart, her main ability is acrobatics. She also has some sort of super speed but she doesn't rely much on it.
It's not said in her chart but she has both mommy and daddy issues and is often at Aim's house. The first time she stepped into that home and Tangle and Whisper welcomed she immediately felt glued to that family (here).
She also has two younger siblings, Strike and Decay (post introducing them here), and at first she didn't have that much of a relationship with, since they're younger than her and closer to each other, and since Lash spends a lot of time away from home, however, she eventually steps in and tries to be a part of her siblings' lifes as their parents' should've been.
Aim: I finally decided that he's also a Belly Baby, mostly because the timing didn't add up, since him and Emmie are the same age and there's only one Baby Making Tube.
Like it says in their chart, he does archery, which is his main fighting technique, however, during battle they also use their tail to move around faster (otherwise he just keeps it under his cloak) and teams up with Whisper's wisps in very rare occasions.
He does not speak, unlike Whisper who simply speaks quietly. Aim doesn't speak at all, but everyone around him eventually just finds a way to understand him (because I think it's funny). He very usually is the braincell carrier of the group.
Bria: Bria's a Belly Baby as well, it just felt like something Sonia would want.
They don't have any special ability, but they did learn martial arts as a way of self defense, consdering the group of people she often is surrounded by.
Even though Bria's hard of hearing, his biggest passion is music (over being a hero). She plays piano and guitar.
He's also the extrovert of the group. The loudest and friendliest there is. (Should I also add they're Emmie's cousin?)
Tulip: I was a bit more indecisive with him, but in the end I decided to also make him a Belly Baby, because otherwise it felt weird for that to be the one thing he has in common with Emmie. (In-universe explanation here!)
He hasn't shown any special ability yet -he's the youngest of the group though, being only ten years old-, so he isn't allowed to be around the other kids when there's danger, however, he's very sneaky and often gets things to work in his favor anyways. He does have an interest in tarot though, thanks to Amy, and he also shows to have an impressive intuition.
When he's not around Sparks he is often found next to Big, probably complaining to him about something.
Destiny: One and only Code Baby!! She's basically made from the same programming as Nicole, but more advanced and sophisticated.
Being an AI herself, she can hack robots and similar things, which helps during battle. They can also get into anyone's computer if they want to (they rarely do).
She usually takes the leader role very naturally, immediately making a plan on the spot and guiding the rest of the group. However, she's quite shy (even while being an extrovert. This forms a bit of a problem for her, wanting to be around people but being too shy to do it). Her more confident side mainly showing when assuming the role of the leader. She has great friends tho, who encourage to speak up and lead:]
Spades: She's a belly baby just because of the timeline, there simply wasn't a way without changing her age to make it make sense for her to be a Tube Baby -and I like her being 16-. Unfortunately I backed myself into a corner here JSKDJSKFJWKFKS I don't have many details on how she came to be because, guess what!! There's no real way for her to be the way she is the way I want it to happen:]]] So let's just use our imagination and say that it's possible for two amab people to have a kid who's biologically related to both of them because this is a world where magic color changing hedgehogs are a thing so this isn't super crazy, okay? Okay.
Like I said in this post, Spades has trajectory manipulation, so basically she will never miss her target, and can move away whatever is thrown at her, so that's pretty handy:] She also trains with Espio, so she has a lot of his abilities. She doesn't really want to be a ninja but has many of the skills.
She's the mom of the group!!! And the braincell carrier. She is very sweet and caring, but also quiet and calculating. Her strategy is the best, and her stoic appareance makes her look a bit threatening, but she's actually a total sweetheart!!
Also about swimming!! She really likes it because she finds it relaxing. You can't hear anything underwater so she likes to close her eyes and just swim around.
She gets along with everyone in the group, but is usually hanging out with Aim and Lash:)
And that's it for the individual kids!!
Here's some other links of interest:
-1. Character reference sheets for all the fankids, including a height chart.
-2. Voice claims!!!
-3. The old charts!!
-4. Ideas for weapons:)
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Origin: Greek Mythology
Symbol: The Ram
Quality: Cardinal
Element: Fire
Colour: Red, Blood Red, Midnight Black, Armor Silver
Metal: Iron, Steel, Bronze, Brass, Copper, Silver, Gold, Lead, Mercury
Crystal: Bloodstone, Red Jasper, Carnelian, Red Agate, Hematite, Black Obsidian, Pyrite, Garnet, Ruby, Red Tiger's Eye, Red Calcite, Mahogany Obsidian, Red Aventurine, Fire Agate
Fruits: Cherries, pomegranates, strawberries, raspberries, red apples, watermelon, passionfruit, dragonfruit, cranberries, guava, tomato, fig, plum, apricot, red currants, currants
Vegetables: Red bell peppers, chili peppers, beets, radishes, tomatoes, carrots, red cabbage, red onions, red potatoes, red kale, red Swiss chard, red lettuce, red spinach, red mustard greens, red beans
Flower: Tulip, poppy, red rose, hollyhock, anemone, amaryllis, geranium, carnation, sweet pea, marigold, hibiscus, dahlia, daisy, gladiolus, ranunculus, red camellia
Herb: Basil, cayenne pepper, ginger, garlic, nettle, thistle, coriander, lemongrass, mustard, pink peppercorn, wormwood, vervain, calendula, rue, dragon's blood resin
Animal: Ram, wolf, hawk, eagle, shark, badger, lynx, vulture, crocodile, warthog, scorpion, bull, cobra, panther, hyena
Number: 1
Day: Tuesday
Season: Spring
Time of day: Sunrise
Anatomy: Head, face, eyes, muscles
Key word: Courage
Key phrase: "I am a warrior of the spirit."
Moon phase: Full Moon
Musical note: D
Tarot: The Emperor
Tool: Spear
Spell type: Protection
Offerings:Red wine or blood-red wine to symbolize vitality and bravery.
Freshly sharpened weapons or replicas as a symbol of warfare.
Spicy foods, as Ares was associated with the heat of battle.
Olive oil, a symbol of peace and victory.
Red roses or other red flowers to represent passion and strength.
Frankincense incense to purify and honor the deity.
Ares figurines or statues for his representation.
Honey, as it was believed to be an offering to appease the gods.
Pomegranates, a symbol of fertility and life force.
Bay leaves, which were associated with victory in ancient Greece.
Offerings of meat, such as lamb or goat, to represent strength.
Myrrh resin, often used in ancient rituals and associated with deities.
Red candles to invoke the fiery aspect of Ares.
A spearhead or other warrior-related artifacts.
A prayer or poem expressing your admiration and respect for Ares.
Signs:A sudden surge of courage or confidence when facing challenges.
Dreams or visions of battle or warlike scenes.
Finding or receiving gifts related to warfare, such as a weapon or armor.
Seeing red objects or colors more frequently, as red is often associated with Ares.
Feeling a strong connection to historical or mythological warriors and heroes.
Increased interest in martial arts, combat sports, or military history.
Hearing or encountering stories, songs, or poems related to war and valor.
A feeling of inner strength and determination during tough times.
Noticing signs of conflict resolution or justice happening around you.
Repeated encounters with symbols of Ares, such as his name or imagery.
Birds of prey, like hawks or eagles, appearing more frequently in your vicinity.
Feeling a call to stand up for a just cause or protect those in need.
A strong desire to learn about ancient Greek culture and mythology.
A sense of honor and duty becoming more prominent in your life.
Meeting individuals who share a similar interest in Ares or warrior-like qualities.
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I see you : Aemond Targaryen x Fem reader
Writer's Note: Hello! Halloween is tomorrow! I'm so excited. This is based on a prompt by @creativepromptsforwriting I hope you guys enjoy this otherworldly fic.
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It is late at night in the village. October 27th, four days before halloween. Lately, a cat finds its comfort sitting in the kitchen. YN doesn't know who owns the cat but it just entered some somewhere and none of her neighbors own a cat. It started coming during the fifteenth of the month. October 15th marked a terrible moment for YN, her husband Aemond died from murder during from one which he tried to save a woman from being robbed and ended his life. A dead hero. Since then the house where they stay lacked a warm and joyous feeling. But sometimes she feels that Aemond sits where he usually sat during mealtimes. When she turns around, she only finds the cat on table near his spot. YN had made sure that the cat is well taken care off even if at the start of another day she finds it missing only to come at night from where it creeps into. The cat was a majestic black cat without a collar. Doubtly, it had no scratches or bites in any part of its body. Wherever she goes, the cat strangely pierces its gaze into her motions.
That late night, YN is still up and looking for a way to sleep. During a commercial break, there was a breaking news where her husband's killer was found and received a few minor injuries. The CCTV caught a glimpse of a sudden appearance of a black cat that forced the murderer to abruptly swerve his car and hit a post. YN's parents-in-law called her and told her of the news. Unexpectedly, YN receives affections from the cat when it lays on her lap. YN begins to cry once more. Even if the murderer has been found, her husband will never return to her. The cat sits on her lap and raises its paw to her arm then nuzzling its head on her. She rubs its head in return.
When she woke up the next morning, the television playing, she feels a furry mass. Fortunately, the cat did not leave. YN has grown to love the feared creature. Later that day, she decided to crochet the furry friend a yellow collar with dangling small tulips. “Monde” the cat's name when she ties it around its neck. Instinctively, she grips the underarms of the cat and lifts it in the air like a child. Looking at Monde's eyes, she sees her husband's gaze dropping the cat on air. In a panic she reaches for the cat but it safely landed on its paws. She saw her husband in the cat. The cat approaches YN and swirls between her feet and rubbing its body on her. There isn't any thing in this world that could explain how she saw Aemond in its eyes.
YN reads all the messages she and Aemond sent each other from the first courting down to the fifteenth. There had been arguments even on the digital. “Hopefully, I'll be home soon in an hour, my sweet wine.” My sweet wine is her nickname. That message was the last thing he sent on the fifteenth. Experimenting, she messages his account, “Aemond, we still have to decorate for halloween.” See if that little ball with his profile moves down. Sleeping away the tiredness before she sets up the house for halloween when it was supposed to be ready days ago.
When YN wakes up, she is surprised to see that Aemond has left her message on seen. Startled and frightened, she gets up. Are the authorities playing on her? She walks out of the room and sees the cat sitting by the telephone on alert and eyes on her. Poor YN cannot look at Monde's eyes. Thinking straight ahead, she contacts several platforms her husband's account is in to permanently delete his accounts. She looks at Monde and rubs its chin.
October 30th, in the afternoon. October 29th, YN watched horror themed episodes for the first time without Aemond. Without a loving husband to tug his arm when the Dominican nun makes her move on the victim, YN screamed alone. Without Aemond to pat her head or caress her cheeks when her heart beats too fast and caught on fright. Aemond was incomparable, YN longed for his touch and love. He was too different from the others, Aemond knew how to set her life in burning flames just to hose it down and make sure she's safe. As YN settles on the wooden couch, there will be things that will be first without Aemond and one of their traditions as a couple had already started.
“I'll just grab a bottle. I'll be back.”
“No!” YN frantically said, pulling his shirt
Aemond chuckles, “Honey, no one is clinging on the walls.”
YN is incorrigible and won't budge. Aemond softens, “Then come with me, sweetling."
That was perhaps 2017, the day after tradition. YN clinged to Aemond thinking the walls were infested.
YN terribly misses Aemond. Each time she cries, she runs out of breath, unable to control her emotions. Bawling and drawing hiccups. It is happening again. YN terribly loves Aemond, how she fought so much for him to be hers. Now that he is gone and his memory remains, a thousand things she wishes. Monde approaches YN, rubbing its head on her leg, grabbing her attention. YN shoos it away but it is also incorrigible. When had enough, she kicks Monde to the floor, earning a cry of pain from the cat. Pulled out of trance, YN looks at Monde who was now loafing and pulls it up to her embrace, muttering apologies to it. She screams after, wailing, “I'm sorry. I just miss you, Aemond. Please come back!” YN shared that time to lay with Monde on the couch.
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★ marc spector x gn!reader ☆ notes: fluff
a slow night in with your boyfriend, marc.
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marc had a curious look on his face, his eyes boring into his nails on the pillow. “okay, i love you, but you have to stop fidgeting. you’re gonna smudge ‘em.” you say. marc chuckles lowly, leaning back. “are you sure that’s my colour?” he asks tentatively, peering at the nail polish on the coffee table. “don’t worry, it’s perfect. you’ll look amazing.” you chuckle, gingerly painting on a layer of maroon on his nails.
the sound of rain pattering on the roof had already melted into background noise, as all you could focus on was painting the prettiest pattern on marc’s nails. all week, marc’s been busy with doing his hero-duties while you slaved behind a desk, typing up reports for your nightmare boss. this was the only night you could actually spend time with him – and the first thing you thought when you saw those cuticles? red wine and red nails, please.
marc looked at you, his eyes full of wonder and admiration. “you’re really cute. you know, when you’re all focused and stuff.” he says, a small smirk on his face. “ugh, shut up. i’m gonna chop your fingers off.” you threaten, and marc guffaws. “wow, terrifying.” marc laughs, before he leans in and kisses your forehead.
you pull back, obviously startled, and marc raises an eyebrow. “jeez, you hate me that much?!” he laughs, before leaning in and kissing your cheeks. “you’re proving my point, you know that? you’re adorable.” your cheeks burned with embarrassment as you quickly looked down, continuing on with slathering on another layer of nail polish while you tried to keep yourself from smiling like a fool. “you’re a fucking twat, you know that? god, i hate you.” you muttered. “mmhm. yeah. sure you do.”
it was silent after that, but in a good way. just you and marc, enjoying each other’s presence. “there we go! your nails look… exquisite.” you exclaimed, finally finished. the finished result was a dark red colour, with a prominent star shape on his middle fingers. “oh yeah, they’re quite the showstopper. great job.” marc says, observing his nails for himself. “your nails are literally a work of art. please, compliment me more.” you bat your eyelashes at him, and marc brings up one of your hands to his lips.
“my one and only, your hands are a work of art. to this day, i will never understand how i managed to find someone that has your level of… nail… painting… talent. michelangelo quivers in fear, honey." he giggles, kissing each one of your knuckles.
“isn’t michelangelo dead?”
“steven told me to say that.” with that, you giggle and topple over into his arms, tucking your head into the crook of his neck. for some reason, marc always smells like a warm bath. woody and moist - just right. you breathe in his scent – you pray that it’ll rub off on you, and that you could bring his smell with you anywhere you go. “are you sniffing me?” marc mutters, and you gasp dramatically, smacking his chest. “fuck you! i was actually gonna fall asleep, but since you’re rude -”
you make a show of yourself dramatically standing up but before you do, marc pulls you down, hard. now your legs are on either side of his hips, and you’re sitting right on top of his lap, closer than you did before. slowly, his hands snake around your waist, and you suddenly realize the position you’re in. even after a year or so of dating marc, you’ll never get used to the way he handles you with the utmost confidence. he throws you around like a ragdoll - which you don’t oppose to, by the way.
“okay, okay. sniff me as much as you want.” marc says, giving you a light kiss on your neck. “jake wants a manicure too.” marc says, landing a kiss on your jaw. “he wants black… with tulips on them.” your brain immediately makes a scenario in your head of jake punching someone with shiny, floral nails. they’d be covered in blood and somehow, the thought makes you salivate. a suspicious smile makes its way to your face, and marc laughs. “what are you thinking, hm?”
your eyes flash towards the vase of tulips sitting on steven’s study table. the tulips themselves stand out against the heap of monochrome books steven owns, giving the desk a bright pop. the note that came along with it from jake is still tied around the vase gingerly, the words te quiero inscribed in messy, scribbled writing. “jake’s such a stupid sappy romantic. i fucking hate him.” a smile etched its way onto your face, and marc smiles.
“hey, screw jake. i’m the star of the show right now.” marc says, pressing a kiss on your collarbone. “are you going back to work any time soon?” you ask, and marc freezes, just for a second, before smiling. “no.” he bats his eyelashes at you, his eyes wide and pleading. on the outside, his expression is simple, joyful, but on the inside, you know he’s begging for you to believe him, begging for you to, just this once, lie to yourself.
“i love you.” you lean in, and marc gives you a small squeeze.
“i love you too.”
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★☆ a/n: HELPP i gagged writing this!! i HATE love! (i want a partner so bad)
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watermonkeystuff · 2 years
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A ‘Black Hero’ tulip.
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humornaut · 1 year
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Sunny's Smoothie Situation
Hey all! Two posts in one day, wow! This is actually more of a quick follow-up to my post about Sunny and cooking, but I decided to put it as it's own post since it's more related to food in general. Slight Omori Spoilers ahead?
I briefly mentioned it in that post, but there is something interesting going on with the smoothies that you can find within Headspace.
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(We're going to not include the Dino Smoothie, as the Dino snacks are kind of in a class of their own and "Dino" isn't a flavor.
So based on the descriptions, something that is immediately obvious is that these are not organized by how much Sunny likes each individual flavor, as if it was, it'd probably have Berry at the bottom, then Banana, followed by Strawberry, then Mango, and finally Melon.
In addition, they aren't organized by healthiness, either, as the Berry Smoothie would be at the top if that were the case.
So how are they organized? Well, they appear to be organized by Basil's preferences.
Basil says in the Birthday Memory:
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and then, regarding Bananas:
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Obviously, we don't have a full rundown of Basil's fruit preferences, but I think these being the two that are put at the top and bottom is enough to assume that that is the order that Sunny's mind went with here.
However, the fun smoothie facts don't end there. Meet Budgirl:
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There are nine of these little fellas all in one area. Off the rip, they take the form of a tulip with it's color changed to match Basil's flower charm. It has a face that resembles a face that Sunny makes several times in the photo album, and it makes a "meowing" sound sometimes when you interact with it. It's the same audio as when Claus or Mewo meow.
More importantly, whenever you interact with the central one, there is a 20% chance that you will receive a Mango, Berry, Melon, or Strawberry Smoothie. This is also the only repeatable and reliable way to get Strawberry Smoothies, as they are the only smoothie that cannot be purchased anywhere, so it's either this or going with the 2% chance you get from fighting Strawberry Short Snakes.
I just think it's a little adorable that this even exists, a pink version of the flower Basil associated with Sunny, which dispenses smoothies excluding Basil's least favorite flavor, and which is the only way to reliably get the smoothie that his most favorite flavor!
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As one last aside, Sunny does appear to know that that tofu can be used in the making of smoothies, according to the chef mole...
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And what really ties all this together in a real way is that despite never really appearing in the real world, blenders appear often in key areas of Headspace (and even in a version of Sunny's kitchen in Black Space!) The Blender weapon for Hero is one that's easily missed while getting chased by Experiment 667 in Humphrey, and is in the same area as the "Heart String" charm, which makes the wearer happy (like the Daisy and Wedding Ring, no less).
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What I'm getting at is Sunny likely used his book about tofu to learn how to make smoothies with or for his best friend Basil. Heck, the ingredients you are collecting for Hero are linked to Basil already, and use tofu sprites!
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earlgreyinpajamas · 11 months
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Any drama/theatre-themed recs for both ships? :)
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Dramatic Arts by scioscribe
In which Spectre is actually Bond's poorly written attempt at falsifying a mission report. Q wants a flight simulator, Eve wants more lines, and M wants a drink. Everybody's a critic.
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this fic is ICONIC
2. The First Time It Was Heard by notoneforreality
Q is leaving the theatre late at night when he hears the music in the pitch black and thinks it's a ghost. When he turns around to watch, however, there's a live person onstage in the darkness, with just the occasional glimpse of red ballet shoes.
There might not be a ghost, but the shoes haunt his dreams.
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ahhh i love this au
3. Quotable Quotations by Anyawen
Film buffs Bond and Q trade movie quotes to stave off boredom. Bond slips a serious question into the game.
~~~ i know this is technically movies, but there's a dearth of drama themed fics in the fandom :(( ++ it's a cute fic so it's here :)
merthur
1. a question to which the answer is not by ctimene
It’s been three years and they’re still asking.
Of course, Arthur will tell almost anyone, it was an honour — is still an honour — to have been part of something that touched so many people this strongly, that three years since the film opened, fans continue to approach him, politely breathless, with notebooks and phones and cameras, and ask.
“Was it true? That you didn’t notice what Merlin Emrys was doing?”
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i screamed!!!
2. Alterations by lamardeuse (@lamardeuse)
Merlin is starting a promising career as a costume designer and doesn't need action hero Arthur mucking it up.
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you have to read this!! you have to!!! it's perfect!!!
3. world looks better by helloearthlings
The next night, there were already flowers in Arthur’s dressing room when he returned from offstage – daisies this time, a little classier than grocery store flowers. The note inside them was just signed –M but it made Arthur smile. When he got home, he added them to the slightly upturned bowl of water that was holding the last night’s bouquet.
The next night, they were daffodils. The night after that, they were tulips. The night after that, Arthur finally bought a vase.
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they're so cute?? hello??
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keithtreason · 10 months
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29 songs - so many sources of footage
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Tattoo | The Dragon Prince Promare Raya and the Last Dragon Arcane Nimona Demon Slayer How to Train Your Dragon Pokémon: Twilight Wings Naruto How to Train Your Dragon: The Hidden World Weathering with You Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse
Cha Cha Cha | Jujutsu Kaisen Chainsaw Man
Unicorn | The Rising of the Shield Hero Tower of God Fate/Grand Order - Absolute Demonic Front: Babylonia Beyond the Boundary The Case Study of Vanitas One-Punch Man Magi: The Labyrinth of Magic
Due Vite | BlackWolfsspirit Liz and the Blue Bird Your Name A Silent Voice Weathering with You
Queen of the Kings | Balto The Lion King Raya and the Last Dragon The Lion King II: Simba’s Pride Corpse Bride Kung Fu Panda Lady and the Tramp The Rescuers Down Under Tarzan Brave Wolfwalkers Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse Oliver & Company Onward Turning Red
Heart of Steel | The Bad Guys Zootopia Puss in Boots: The Last Wish Gorillaz (Silent Running, Cracker Island) Because of You | Fellerya An Extremely Goofy Movie Raya and the Last Dragon Spirit Untamed Sing Tangled Hazbin Hotel - Addict
Bridges | The Legend of Korra Nimona Arcane Puss in Boots: The Last Wish Dragon Age: Absolution Revolutionary Girl Utena Wolfwalkers Over the Moon Vinland Saga Mulan Princess Tutu
Promise | Aleu the Husky Ice Age: Continental Drift The Lion King Kung Fu Panda 2 Wolfwalkers Bolt Balto Cool World Raya and the Last Dragon Legend of the Guardians: The Owls of Ga’Hoole Kung Fu panda Tarzan Puss in Boots: The Last Wish The Lion King II: Simba’s Pride Wolf Children Pokémon Journeys: The Series Oliver & Company The Croods: A New Age
My Sister’s Crown | Cirera Pocahontas Mulan Aladdin Anastasia The Hunchback of Notre Dame Atlantis: The Lost Empire Beauty and the Beast The Little Mermaid Hercules
Stay | zuckarr Destiny of the Shrine Maiden No.6 Terror in Resonance Devilman Crybaby Sasaki to Miyano Tales of Zestiria the X Violet Evergarden Tsurune Seraph of the End Free!
Mama ŠČ! | Freak Kitchen The Aristocats Mulan The Emperor’s New Groove Puss in Boots: The Last Wish Nimona The Super Mario Bros.
Who The Hell Is Edgar? | The Hunchback of Notre Dame We’re Back! A Dinosaur’s Story Black Tulip (1988) Anastasia The Little Mermaid Rock and Rule Beauty and the Beast: The Enchanted Christmas The Pagemaster The BFG (1989) The Princess and the Pea (2002) Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs FernGully: The Last Rainforest The Black Cauldron
Evidemment | K/DA Frozen 2 How to Train Your Dragon Raya and the Last Dragon Super Smash Bros. Ultimate - More Fighters Kiriko - Overwatch 2 Animated Short Komi Can’t Communicate Fate/stay night: Heaven's Feel III. spring song Chainsaw Man My Little Pony: The Movie Ruby Gillman, Teenage Kraken The Mitchells vs. the Machines Encanto Demon Slayer Lilo and Stitch Turning Red Appleseed Helluva Boss Big Hero 6 Wishing Dead - Rainimator KonoSuba Fire Force Nikki and the God of Dreams | A New Nikki Story JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure Genshin Impact
Eaea | The Prince of Egypt The Hunchback of Notre Dame La Reine Soleil Zarafa
Soarele și Luna | Centaurworld Primal (2019) Corpse Bride Mune: Guardian of the Moon Wakfu Kirikou and the Sorceress The Dragon Prince The Princess and the frog The Prince of Egypt Birdboy: The Forgotten Children Sahara
Solo | Blueangelj Rosario + Vampire K-On! Sk8 the Infinity Golden Time My Little Monster Uta no Prince-Sama Cardcaptor Sakura Movie 2: The Sealed Card Bungo Stray Dogs Sasaki and Miyano Clannad Given the Movie Given: Uragawa no Sonzai
Watergun | MovieEdyt Ferdinand Legend of the Guardians: The Owls of Ga’Hoole How to Train Your Dragon 2 Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron Raya and the Last Dragon The Lion King Guillermo Del Toro’s Pinocchio Ice Age Luca White Fang (2018) Disney’s Dinosaur
Carpe Diem | btloov Bambi The Lion King II: Simba’s Pride The Fox and the Hound Lady and the Tramp II: Scamp's Adventure Oliver & Company The Aristocats The Lion King Bambi II
Duje | Encanto The Lion King Bambi 2 The Lion King II: Simba’s Pride Lady and the Tramp II: Scamp's Adventure
Ai Coração | Gepardzia Animash 101 Dalmatians My Little Pony: The Movie Puss in Boots: The Last Wish Bolt Isle of Dogs Tarzan Zootopia The Lion King Scarborough Fair Don't Starve Together: Disconnected [WX-78 Animated Short] How to Train Your Dragon 2 Beauty and the Beast My Little Pony: A New Generation The Boxtrolls The Road to El Dorado Puss in Boots
Samo mi se spava | How to Train Your Dragon: The Hidden World Trollhunters: Rise of the Titans Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse How to Train Your Dragon 2 How to Train Your Dragon Trollhunters Wizards (Tales of Arcadia) Atlantis: The Lost Empire Rise of the Guardians Mune: Guardian of the Moon Legend of the Guardians: The Owls of Ga’Hoole
Blood & Glitter | Persona 5 Launch Trailer Seraph of the End No. 6 Persona 5: The Animation
Echo | Star Wars: Visions (Screecher's Reach, The Spy Dancer, The Village Bride, Lop & Ochō) The Tale of the Princess Kaguya Wolfwalkers Amphibia Assassination Classroom The Owl House Infinity Train Monkie Kid Arcane Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse Kaguya-sama: Love Is War—The First Kiss That Never Ends Nimona Tear Along the Dotted Line Guillermo Del Toro's Pinocchio Centaurworld Puss in Boots: The Last Wish Marcel the Shell with Shoes On
Breaking My Heart | Puss in Boots: The Last Wish Miraculous Ladybug Roadside Romeo Arcane Laputa: Castle in the Sky Princess Mononoke Kiki’s Delivery Service The Wind Rises She-Ra and the Princesses of Power Helluva Boss The Bad Guys Beastars Legend of the Guardians: The Owls of Ga’Hoole Naruto Wolfwalkers Violet Evergarden
What They Say | Ranking of Kings Spirited Away The Ancient Magus’ Bride The Legend of Korra To Your Eternity Mushishi A Silent Voice Hotarubi no Mori e Hunter x Hunter Heaven Official’s Blessing Banana Fish Violet Evergarden Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood Bungo Stray Dogs
Like An Animal | Toy Story Cars Bolt Zambezia Turbo
We Are One | Zootopia Tangled Rio Brother Bear The Aristocats Lady and the Tramp II: Scamp's Adventure Oliver & Company Puss in Boots: The Last Wish The Lion King The Fox and the Hound Alvin and the Chipmunks: Chipwrecked An Extremely Goofy Movie Aladdin Beauty and the beast Puss in Boots: The Last Wish
Tell Me More | The Cat Returns From Up On Poppy Hill Kiki’s Delivery Service Howl’s Moving Castle Spirited Away The Secret World of Arrietty When Marnie Was There Whisper of the Heart My Neighbor Totoro Ocean Waves The Wind Rises Tales from Earthsea Princess Mononoke Ponyo Porco Rosso Laputa: Castle in the Sky Nausicaä of the Valley of the Wind
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sunattacksthemoon · 1 month
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Tell publicly 3 facts about yourself or your three favourite songs or favourite books (it can be anything, really-whatever you want to share/feel like talking about) then send it some people you like <3
I’m gonna do all three cause I’m bored 😔
Three things about myself:
- my favorite flowers are tulips or honeysuckle but I’m not sure if honeysuckle is a flower🤔
- since I was little I would blow a kiss to the moon because I thought it was lonely and I wanted the moon to feel loved
- I was born with an extra tear duct so I have a small scar from when I had surgery
Three favorite songs:
I don’t think I have favorites, it’s usually based on what I’m obsessing over at that current time. They all make me feel something different. But current favs are
- black dog by Led Zeppelin
- pinball wizard by the who
- juke box hero by foreigner
Three favorite books:
- the princess bride by William Goldman
- Frankenstein by Mary Shelley/ the tell-tale heart by Poe
- perks of being a wallflower by Stephen Chbosky
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head---ache · 1 year
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Edit: Added Spades + Some links.
Character charts!!
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This is kind of a long post btw.
I kind of want to add a bit of information about the kids that didn't seem relevant enough to add to their charts but I still would like you all to know, and I prefer to have all that information in one place.
Emmie: She's now officially the one and only Tube Baby of the group!!! I imagine Tails will later use the big fucking tube in his lab, just not for any of the kids in this group (here's a bit of context for how this happened) (Another short explanation here).
Just to quickly mention it, her full name is Emily, however, everyone in her life just calls her Emmie, because, according to her, 'it goes with her vibe' (first talked about here).
She has Black Arms DNA, and although it's uncertain how it affects her, they (Emmie and her dads) know she has green Black Arms blood (shown here) and has access to the hivemind, which as a baby she used to communicate with Shadow (here), but as she grew older she stopped using it, and now finds it harder to access to it.
She also, of course, has Chaos Energy. She can perform Chaos Control (in this one) and turn Super (that second thing they don't know until she's a teenager, shown in this comic). She also has all the abilities Sonic and Shadow share (such as spindash).
Sparks: Like I've said before, Sparks is a Belly Baby, Blaze carried (here's context)
Sparks has fire powers, similar to Blaze's, though they find it a bit harder to control. They get Blaze and Espio's help to learn to use said powers, since they require a lot of concentration. Also, again, like Blaze, they can turn into Burning Sparks (here), but that form is more unstable and drains their energy pretty fast.
I am also taking this space to clarify this about the entire family (including Tulip). Since Blaze is a princess, Amy, Sparks and Tulip do acquire royalty related titles, however, they're very informal and don't hold that much power, since Blaze didn't want them to have any responsability simply because they're related to her. So they're royalty just by name.
Lash: Another Belly Baby, your local surprise baby representation.
Like is said in her chart, her main ability is acrobatics. She also has some sort of super speed but she doesn't rely much on it.
It's not said in her chart but she has both mommy and daddy issues and is often at Aim's house. The first time she stepped into that home and Tangle and Whisper welcomed she immediately felt glued to that family (here).
Aim: I finally decided that he's also a Belly Baby, mostly because the timing didn't add up, since him and Emmie are the same age and there's only one Baby Making Tube.
Like it says in their chart, he does archery, which is his main fighting technique, however, during battle they also use their tail to move around faster (otherwise he just keeps it under his cloak) and teams up with Whisper's wisps in very rare occasions.
He does not speak, unlike Whisper who simply speaks quietly. Aim doesn't speak at all, but everyone around him eventually just finds a way to understand him (because I think it's funny). He very usually is the braincell carrier of the group.
Bria: Bria's a Belly Baby as well, it just felt like something Sonia would want.
They don't have any special ability, but they did learn martial arts as a way of self defense, consdering the group of people she often is surrounded by.
Even though Bria's hard of hearing, his biggest passion is music (over being a hero). She plays piano and guitar.
He's also the extrovert of the group. The loudest and friendliest there is. (Should I also add they're Emmie's cousin?)
Tulip: I was a bit more indecisive with him, but in the end I decided to also make him a Belly Baby, because otherwise it felt weird for that to be the one thing he has in common with Emmie. (In-universe explanation here!)
He hasn't shown any special ability yet -he's the youngest of the group though, being only ten years old-, so he isn't allowed to be around the other kids when there's danger, however, he's very sneaky and often gets things to work in his favor anyways. He does have an interest in tarot though, thanks to Amy, and he also shows to have an impressive intuition.
When he's not around Sparks he is often found next to Big, probably complaining to him about something.
Destiny: One and only Code Baby!! She's basically made from the same programming as Nicole, but more advanced and sophisticated.
Being an AI herself, she can hack robots and similar things, which helps during battle. They can also get into anyone's computer if they want to (they rarely do).
She usually takes the leader role very naturally, immediately making a plan on the spot and guiding the rest of the group. However, she's quite shy (even while being an extrovert. This forms a bit of a problem for her, wanting to be around people but being too shy to do it). Her more confident side mainly showing when assuming the role of the leader.
Spades: She's a belly baby just because of the timeline, there simply wasn't a way without changing her age to make it make sense for her to be a Tube Baby -and I like her being 16-. Unfortunately I backed myself into a corner here JSKDJSKFJWKFKS I don't have many details on how she came to be because, guess what!! There's no real way for her to be the way she is the way I want it to happen:]]] So let's just use our imagination and say that it's possible for two guys to have a kid who's biologically related to both of them because this is a world where magic color changing hedgehogs are a thing so this isn't super crazy, okay? Okay.
Like I said in this post, Spades has trajectory manipulation, so basically she will never miss her target, and can move away whatever is thrown at her, al that's pretty handy:] She also trains with Espio, so she has a lot of his abilities -which is why in her chart it says 'ninja but not really'. She doesn't really want to be a ninja but has many of the skills.
She's the mom of the group!!! And the braincell carrier. She is very sweet and caring, but also quiet and calculating. Her strategy is the best, and her stoic appareance makes her look a bit threatening, but she's actually a total sweetheart!!
Also about swimming!! She really likes it because she fines it relaxing. You can't hear anything underwater so she likes to close her eyes and just swim around.
She gets along with everyone in the group, but is usually hanging out with Aim and Lash:)
And that's it for the individual kids!!
Here's some other links of interest:
-1. Character reference sheets for all the fankids, including a height chart.
-2. A bit about Emmie's inhibitor rings.
-3. A bit more about how Emmie came to be.
-4. Voice claims!!!
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eddie munson and tulip hopper: best unconventional friends
synopsis: in which y/n 'tulip' hopper teaches her kids to drive and gets roped into a competition with steve.
disclaimer: this can be read as a standalone, but the character 'tulip' is part of the mini series i may or may not be writing :) there will be other parts to this (they arent connected but yk) also petal is the moms nickname, not her actual name.
warnings: cursing. a lot of it was written by my bbg @farfromharry and also eddie gets called some names. several time skips and eddies d*ath erasure
word count: 15k (my bbg went ham)
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1971
The circumstances under which Y/N Tulip Hopper and Edward ‘Eddie’ Munson were cliche. It was the classic tale of the underdog being bullied by the popular kids when an unlikely hero steps in and puts an end to it. In retellings, the boy is always the one who becomes the savior, and the girl the damsel in distress. But in the story of Y/N and Eddie, it was the opposite. She had been the one to save him from relentless jibes and teasing. Stepping in front of the asshole kids in corduroy overalls and a green undershirt, her hair managed into two different colored scrunchies, and a scowl on her face. To five year old Eddie, she looked like a superhero. 
She hadn’t needed to intervene. All Eddie had wanted was some chalk, just to join the kids who were drawing on the scratchy concrete of the playground. But on his way to grab some, he’d been intercepted, George O and George P–with their puppy dog Steve Harrington trailing behind them, had told him trailer park kids like him weren’t allowed to use their fancy chalk. 
He had visibly deflated, but upon not wanting to go home with a black eye, he didn’t protest. But she did. 
Little Tulip Hopper had stepped in front of him, shielding him from the big mean bullies who had been just, no more than five minutes ago, happily drawing beside her. She made a big threat about how those chalks were hers, bought by her step-dad, and if they didn’t want their parents to find out about their mean ways, then they needed to back off. 
At first he was scared she had only made it worse. Despite being five year olds, the more aggressive two of the three sent him looks of fury, ones that would scare a grown man, he thought, (realistically, no they wouldn’t, but they had Eddie trembling in his worn down Converse.) But then they actually backed off, apologized to her and not him–but he didn’t care about that– and then left. He was amazed at her power. 
With all that just happened, too much for his small brain, he took a seat on the ground, staring up at the little girl in awe still. 
Once she was sure the bullies were gone, she turned to him. “Hi,” Eddie blinked, brown eyes staring at the little girl with two buns on her head, “I’m sorry for what those boys did.”
“You’re not gonna do that too, right?” he asked wearily, fearing her assumed meanness. After what he had just witnessed, he was scared she would turn on him too. 
“No,” she denied, taking a seat next to him and handing him a piece of green chalk, “I just wanted to tell you that I’ll totally steal their desserts. I know what their lunchboxes look like.”
“Are they your friends?” Eddie asked, taking it from her. 
“Not mine,” she sighed, “but I hang out with them because my family knows their families. They suck.”
“Oh,” was his response. He looked down at the chalk drawing he was absentmindedly coloring in, “does your family suck?”
Y/N let out a breath, shaking her head and cringing at the flower she thought she was doodling. “No, my mommy’s really nice, and my step-dads pretty cool. But not everyone in our neighborhood is like that.” 
“Oh,” was his response. His uncle had warned him about getting caught up with the rich folk of Hawkins–they had so much control and power over the small town and if he were to get accused of something by them…well, they couldn’t afford to dispute it. And the little girl next to him was definitely affluent, if the nice shoes on her feet and prim clothes on her person were any indication. 
“What’s your name?” she asked, looking at him with wide eyes, curiosity swimming in the irises. 
“Eddie,” he stuttered. He flinched when she thrust her hand out, giving him a gapped-tooth smile.
“I’m Y/N,” she introduced, taking his hand in hers, “but you can call me Tulip.”
“That’s a weird name,” Eddie panicked when he saw her frown. He had said the wrong thing. And any potential of making a friend would be wasted, all because he spoke before he could think. 
In her hand she held a chocolate ding dong, offering it to him with a mischievous smile. Eddie was reluctant to take it, but Y/N was persistent, going as far as to shoving it in his hands. The two sat in silence, relishing in the privacy being distanced from the other kids on the playground granted them. Eddie wasn’t good at making friends. He’d been labeled an outcast for things outside of his control, like being all but an orphan and living in a trailer park. He didn’t mind either of those things, but the rich kids liked to scrutinize him for it. So, he did what any other socially awkward kid would do and faked a heart attack. It would either make the little girl next to him laugh OR it would make her never want to speak to him again. 
“Are you done?” she asked after a couple minutes of his dramatic display, “I didn’t poison your ding dong, you ding dong.” 
Eddie let out a rebellious chuckle, and from the corner of his eye, he could see the crooked smile on her face. His laughter died down when he caught sight of her chalk drawing, confusion evident on his face with a little bit of horror. It just didn’t look right. 
“What is that supposed to be?” he asked her, genuinely wondering. Y/N closed her eyes and snorted. 
“Well, I started doing a flower, a periwinkle, but then I realized it looked nothing like it,” she grimaced, “so I tried to fix it by making it into a bird. Obviously it didn’t work if you’re asking me what it is.”
“I say this as nicely as I can,” he started, eyes locked on the atrocity decorating the pavement, “but you’re not very good at drawing. Like, at all.” 
Y/N pouted, “I thought it looked pretty decent.”
“Yeah,” he couldn’t help but chuckle, “if you close your eyes.” 
The little girl laughed, secretly agreeing with him. Despite her mom's many attempts to get her to ‘unleash her artistic side’ Y/N was not the best artist. She doubted she had any artistic blood in her body. And even if she did, it wouldn’t have been anything like the little boys’ talent. But of course, she was petulant. She was not about to tell the little boy she admired his drawing skills. 
“Well, what’s yours supposed to be?” It was obvious, but she was bitter. 
Eddie only stared at her, wondering if she was being ignorant on purpose or if she was being genuine. “It’s a dog.” To him it was blatantly clear, whether that was because he had drawn it, or because he just had some artistic ability. He didn’t know what she was–or wasn’t, he guessed, seeing. 
She was grumbling under her breath, mocking him, “It’s a dog,” she muttered. He was finding it extremely amusing that she was taking his prior comment so personally. So, she wasn’t a Da Vinci when it came to chalk drawings. They were pushing six, she had time to improve if she was that desperate.
He wasn’t trying to hurt her feelings, that wasn’t his intention at all, and he was scared he might have. Wayne had told him before that he wasn’t the greatest when it came to socializing, and he often said things that wounded others. Usually he tried to get around apologizing for it by lightening the mood. A little joking around never caused more damage, right? 
“You’re just jealous,” he teased, nudging her ever so lightly with his elbow. 
She huffed, trying to hide the smile that she so desperately wanted to show to him. “Am not. My blind Uncle could draw better than you.” 
As the two laughed loudly in the secluded area of the playground to their own teasing, they both realized they had just made a friend. Neither of them knew just how important they would come to be to one another, or how time together would become cherished as they got older. But the day Tulip Hopper saved Eddie Munson from a trio of rich bullies, was the day they became lifelong best pals. 
1971
The very day Eddie met his best friend, he was eager to tell anyone who would listen. Right as he got home he pestered his mother to listen, but as usual she didn’t care. She mindlessly hummed along as he went on a long, exuberant kid rant, however not a single bit of information was heard. She didn’t care if he'd made a friend, or he was happy–he’d have to tell someone that was actually concerned about him. So, he waited until the next time Wayne came over. 
His foot was barely in the house before Eddie was basically tackling him. “Uncle Wayne, guess what!” 
The child-like excitement filled his heart with joy. It didn’t matter that he’d had a long day, a bad one, his nephew was dying to tell himself and he would be damned if he didn’t listen to every word. “What, big guy?” 
“I made a friend today! Well, she saved me from some bullies. She’s so cool.” He was happy to hear that. It wasn’t news to him that Eddie had had a difficult start to his schooling years, always coming home with bruises or scrapes from various fights he’d gotten into. Though he claimed he never started them. This was possibly his first friend, Wayne wanted to hear all about her. 
He planned to take him to the couch at first, but then he caught sight of the woman he called his sister-in-law and took a detour to Eddie’s room instead. It was safe to say he didn’t get along with Judy Munson, even if she had given him the person he loved most in the world. 
The kid’s room was small, but it was his own space, filled with various things Wayne had purchased when he had the extra money, or stuff he found around the trailer park– sometimes even in the woods. It was cool, screamed Eddie right from when you stepped in. It was the boy’s safespace, the place he could hide out when his parents were being strange. 
“So, tell me all about her.”
That quick sentence had the boy delving into a detailed, overdramatic and wild story about how she saved him. He even compared her to Superman at one point– then changed his mind and decided she was more like Batman. She did sound pretty perfect from what the older man was hearing and he was over the moon the kid finally had someone to look out for him when he wasn’t around. It helped him relax a bit. Usually when he was sent off to school, Wayne had to wait and see what kind of injury he would return with, but now that would no longer be the case. “What’s her name?”
“Tulip– Well, she told me to call her Tulip. Her actual name is Y/N Hopper,” he explained. The man paused. Back in high school he had known a Hopper, Jim to be exact. They weren’t close, he was a year or so older, left for Vietnam as soon as he graduated. But his girlfriend, his girlfriend was the one that always caught Wayne’s eye. 
Just like Hop, she was older, popular, a complete spectacle to someone like him. She was way out of his league, even if she was single at all in high school– which Jim made sure she wasn’t– he wouldn’t have stood a chance. Now, he didn’t know entirely what occurred with them after they graduated, he tried to stop thinking about her when that happened. So, he didn’t know if they’d wound up having a kid together, but he did know that now Petal was some fancy, rich lawyer. All while Jim was working his way up to Chief of police. He couldn’t imagine anything good could come from the trailer park boy sniffing around some Hawkins, rich girl, princess. “I knew a Hopper, back in high school. Wonder if that’s her dad.”
The look on the kid’s face was not one that was amused. “I don’t know, but Uncle Wayne, stop interrupting.”
With a quick apology, he didn’t open his mouth again the entire time the little boy was talking. There was a stupid grin on his face as he listened though. He just loved the way his eyes lit up. Not a single part of him understood how the woman Eddie called his mother couldn’t care to look at him when he got like this.
It was casually thrown in there at some point that Tulip had asked Eddie to come over to meet her mother, so now that was another thing on Wayne’s mind that made him nervous. It wasn’t like his brother or sister-in-law would take him to such a thing. They didn't care if he had friends or not. 
The first time Wayne was supposed to meet Tulip Hopper, he was scared to death. He felt like he was holding his breath the entire time. He had asked around a little at work, found out she was in fact Jim Hopper’s kid with Petal, though the two weren’t together now. He wondered if either of them even remembered him. Back in high school he was quiet, didn’t have a lot of friends, but he got through by not being noticed.
The plan was that he take Eddie over to the large house on the other side of Hawkins, the side of the city where only the rich lived. It was a little horrifying, considering someone like him was treated like shit by those exact people. There was a fear in him that his nephew would end up being treated the same way, and his little heart would break. Wayne didn’t know if he could stand that. Sure they could ridicule him all they wanted, he was a grown man he could take it, but not his innocent five year old boy–he’d had enough hurt already.
His truck certainly didn’t fit in with the fancy cars around, he stuck out like a sore thumb and he hated it. But he was doing this for Eddie. Who, speaking of, was pretty much bouncing in his seat.
The house was just as enormous as he expected. He had never seen a home so big, barely even a building so large despite something like the school. He made Eddie hold his hand during the trip from the car to the front door, even though it was only a short distance, he didn’t like the thought of being in a place like this where they were definitely unwelcome. 
As he knocked, Eddie couldn’t stop telling his uncle that he was going to positively adore his new best friend. Wayne hoped he would too, if not he was going to be very torn about what to do. In his head he was praying she wasn’t going to be a snobby little girl, that she truly was as kind as Eddie had said and he wasn’t just being naive. 
The red colored door was pulled open to a familiar face. The sight of Petal standing in front of him, not looking like she’d changed a bit in the last seven years, felt like a dream. He wasn’t honestly entirely convinced he wasn’t dreaming. He would have to pinch himself when he got back in his truck. “Hi, you must be Eddie.”
He nodded, his hair which was getting far too long, bobbing with him. Like the little gentleman he was, he held out his hand for the woman to shake. With a quiet huff of amusement, she took it, greeting him like ‘proper adults do’ as he said. When Tulip caught sight of Eddie, she was instantly dragging him away from the adults, insisting they had things to do. Petal just laughed, a sound the man opposite her loved to hear. At that very moment, she decided she would do anything for that little boy. Whereas Wayne couldn’t get an opinion on Tulip considering she hadn’t stayed long. 
“You can come and get him in a few hours. Or I can drop him off for you, if you’d like.”
Immediately he shook his head. Someone like Petal would surely start to think less of him and less of her daughter’s friend if she saw where they lived. For Eddie’s sake, he wanted to keep that a secret as long as possible. “I-I can get him, don’t worry.”
She nodded. “Yeah that sounds good…” she trailed off as she waited for him to give her his name, though what he said next hadn’t been what she was expecting at all. 
“I don’t know if you remember,” he chuckled, feeling shy to admit to her that he knew her from way back when. “We actually went to high school together. I think we talked a couple times.” 
Her brows furrowed, just as he expected. He was embarrassed now, of course she wouldn’t remember someone as plain and boring as him. “We did?” 
“You really don’t remember?”
She shook her head. “Sorry. I-”
He was quick to let her know it wasn’t that big of a deal, waving his hands to brush it off like some crazy person. “I wouldn’t remember me either. It’s okay.” It looked like she wanted to, Petal had never been mean to him, or anyone really, so he couldn’t imagine she was being this way on purpose. “This one time, you had a fight with Hopper, right before graduation, I think. You ran into me in the woods, we talked, you cried. It was weirdly nice.” 
A sudden look of realization crossed her features, one that made his heart skip a beat. “I do remember. How could I forget you, Wayne Munson?” He hadn’t expected his name to come out of her mouth, not without him having to introduce himself. “You were doing drugs, offered me a blunt, and I said no,” she recalled. “I didn’t tell you, but I thought I was pregnant. That’s why I said no–turns out I was.” She laughed to herself. She definitely was pregnant then if she now had a five year old running around with his nephew.
“You looked so different back then,” she added. His cheeks were flushing much against his will. All he could think was that she noticed him, and she carried that memory with her all these years later. 
He hummed. “Well, my hair was buzzed. Certainly looked a lot younger considering I wasn’t taking care of that kid in there.” 
At the mention of Eddie, she seemed confused and like she wanted to ask something. A couple of times she opened her mouth, but would close it again a second or so later when nothing came out. Until eventually, she went for it. “Is he yours?” She was only asking because never once had seen him with a woman–not that she was paying around the clock attention to him. 
“No, uh, he’s my brother’s kid. But he’s a deadbeat, mom’s no better,” he shrugged. Those words made Petal sad. Her encounter with Eddie had only been short, but he seemed sweet. If he was anything like Wayne, then he probably was. She didn’t think the kid deserved such a lack of love in his life, definitely not from his own parents of all people. 
“Well, old friend, he’s welcome here any time.”
At the mention of him, he seemed to come running, confused why his uncle was still hovering by the front door. Surely he should have left like, hours ago, even if it’d only actually been minutes since they had arrived. “What are you still doing here?” he asked, not in a rude way, just curious. 
He couldn’t even explain himself, his blush coming back in full force as he looked between the young mother and the kid. With the smile on her face, he was convinced she knew exactly why he was still there. But she let him keep his pride. 
March 1972
It wasn’t often that Eddie went hungry at school, but when he did, he knew to keep quiet about it. His uncle was the sole provider in their trailer, and sometimes, keeping the lights on and the air on took priority. He needed shoes and clothes that weren’t holey and too small for him more than he did a small lunch. His dad was too busy committing petty crimes to care about his son and his well-being. 
Usually, it was fine, no one asked or noticed really. It was easy to sneak it past teachers and your peers that you weren’t having lunch sometimes four or five days a week, when they didn’t care all that much that you were even there. No one tended to notice Eddie Munson. But Tulip did, she was observant. He was her best friend, the person she paid the most attention to in the world. So, when he abruptly stopped bringing his lunchbox to school one spring day, she asked him about it. Her mother had raised her to be the type of person who held concern for others; Eating in front of him when he had nothing, made her feel bad. 
“Where’s your lunch?” Y/N asked, biting into half of her sandwich. Eddie blinked, trying to come up with a lie Y/N wouldn’t be able to see through. 
“I left it in the classroom.” He lied, “my lunchbox. I left it in the classroom.”
That was how Y/N knew he wasn’t being truthful. When Eddie lied, he tended to repeat himself more than he should have. Y/N narrowed her eyes, unbelieving of him before passing him the other slice of her sandwich. Eddie refused, not wanting to admit that he was hungry. 
“Take it, Eddie,” she demanded, “I’ll pretend to believe you if you do.” 
So he did. And in his hunger, it was the best damn sandwich he’d ever eaten. He could never tell Tulip Hopper how grateful he was for her generosity at that moment. 
The very next day, he was surprised that she’d remembered. Everything flashed by as normal throughout the morning, their usual classes and conversations– Nothing felt different. But when lunch rolled around, it seemed as though the girl had already thought ahead. Carrying not only her lunch, but another alongside it. 
“Here,” Y/N said, stretching out her hand and the metal lunchbox she had. He looked at it wearily before taking it at her insistence. She looked satisfied. “Good, now my mom can rest happy. She was worried about you.” 
Those words echoed in his head. She was worried about him. He wasn’t mad that Tulip had told her mom, he knew she told her pretty much everything– they were close like that. But that didn’t prevent the looming dread that something as serious as being unable to feed a child could get him taken away from Wayne. That was only if her mom said something though. In the back of his brain, where the logical part was buried, he knew Petal wouldn’t do that. She may be a powerful woman, but she was caring and understanding all the same. 
As the two took seats on the usual bench they ate at, under the large oak tree, he was tentative to dig in. Tulip let him do his own thing, eager to start on her own food as soon as she could. When he did finally push all the overbearing thoughts out of the front of his mind, he lifted the lid of the new Scooby-doo lunchbox, and caught sight of a piece of paper placed delicately over the top of his sandwich. With a confused glance to the little girl opposite him, who wasn’t paying attention– just happily swinging her legs and munching on her peanut butter and jelly sandwich, he picked it up to read. 
Hi!
I hope you don’t mind, but I wanted to pack you lunch today–I fear I made too much for Tulip :(. Don’t tell her, but she doesn’t appreciate my cooking. She always brings back leftovers. I also wanted you to have the lunchbox, Tulip didn’t want it (again, why is my daughter so unappreciative?) Anyway, Teddy, have a great day, and please, make sure Tulip doesn’t get in trouble. I can’t have another call from the school. 
Love you loads. 
Mrs Petal.  
Ever so lightly he traced the shiny, smiley face sticker that was placed in the right hand corner. It did its job of bringing a smile to his face, one that Tulip got curious and asked him about. “What did she do this time?” She emphasized her words with a small eye roll, like she was embarrassed that her sweetheart mother had put so much effort into her friend’s lunch. 
He held up the colored paper for her to see, “She gave me a sticker.” 
Tulip had never seen someone get so excited over a simple piece of laminated, sticky paper. But seeing the way Eddie’s eyes sparkled, made her envious that she hadn’t gotten one. There was the possibility that her mother forgot, or maybe it was intentional that she didn’t put one on there. Either way, it upset her a little. “She didn’t give me a sticker,” she grumbled, crossing her arms over her chest as a frown spread across her face. 
“‘Cause I’m better than you,” he stated. This was the Eddie she knew, not the one who had been too shy and embarrassed to come out of his shell the past couple days. It all stemmed back to his nightmare that he would be taken away from the only relative of his that had ever cared to try for him. To love him. But he was confident now that Tulip’s mother would never allow such a thing. 
Tulip scoffed, but she couldn’t fight the grin creeping onto her face to replace her grumpy frown. “You wish, Munson.” Just like that, her best friend was back. 
Both the notes and the lunches continued as time went on. His gratitude was still impossible to express. Every day he watched Tulip go home with that Scooby-doo lunch box and a poorly scribbled ‘Thank you :)’ from him on some random scrap of paper he found (or on the back of Tulip’s note from her mom, while his was tucked safely away in his pocket.) Then she would return the next morning with it refilled. 
He was always excited to see what Petal had to say. Sometimes it could be the highlight of his day, though he would never admit that out loud for the sake of hurting Wayne’s feelings. He didn’t have time to do stuff like that for the boy, although he would like to, he didn’t need to be reminded that he was slacking in the affection department. 
Like every other day for the past couple weeks, when the pair of kids sat down on their regular bench, he was practically bouncing in his seat to read what she wrote. 
Good day!
I was thinking about you last night–we went to see Psycho and it made me think of you. Tully was telling me that you liked it. We can make a day out of it this weekend if you like. Anyway, dear, enjoy this beautiful day. I’ll see you when you get home. Remember you are going to change the world. 
I love you so much.  
Mom. 
“Lippy,” he called after reading the note. His best friend turned to him, raised eyebrows asking him what he wanted. His brow was drawn tight together as he outstretched his hand her way. “I think this is yours.” 
She looked at the green notecard in his hand before lifting her pale yellow one, “nope. This one’s mine. That one’s yours.” 
“But it says ‘I love you so much. Mom.’” He quoted. 
Y/N sighed, shaking her head slightly. “Um, mine always just say ‘mom’ so I guess my mom adopted you too. You can’t really fight it, just accept it.” It’s not like he wanted to. Eddie had always been envious about Y/N’s mom and the relationship the two had. He had never had one with his mom, unable to bond before she left recently. Judy Munson preferred cigarettes and alcohol to her son. But Y/N’s mom was always there for her daughter, laughing at inside jokes and buying her whatever she wanted. He had always yearned for that, and now he got it. 
Though he was positive it was different when it was your own mother, and he would have loved it to have been the woman that gave birth to him. Motherly love was motherly love, it didn’t matter which mom you got it from. Petal was more than happy to share her love around; there was plenty for all the kids that needed some. “Oh.” 
He didn’t know what else to say at first, so he just didn’t. In his eyes it was better to ask his questions once he had thought them through, or at least processed the information first. Tulip’s mom loved him like her own kid, that was crazy. If only Judy Munson could see him now, loved by a mother that wasn’t even his. It made him feel wanted in a way she never had, a way that only his Uncle had before. 
While he took it all in, he dug into the food she had provided for him. Another little thing she tended to do was give the kids different lunches day by day. On different days of the week she liked to switch it up, or maybe she’d sneak in something they had never tried before, even if it was just an option on the side in case they wanted to add it to their sandwich. For Eddie, that was a lot of stuff. Not having a lot of money and barely any food meant he and Wayne ate blandly pretty much everyday. There wasn’t a lot of choice, and he was okay with that–he understood, but it was nice finding new foods he liked. 
Today's new food was pickles. The green vegetable seemed intimidating at first, with the strong smell and intense color. But he was content to give it a shot anyway. Tulip couldn’t say enough good things about them, “they’re my favorite,” she kept reminding him, happily munching away. 
Now, Eddie had never known himself to be allergic to anything. He always thought that that was something only a few people had. Never in a million years would he have guessed he was allergic to his best friend's favorite snack. He never had a reason to eat them, they were always just something neither he or his uncle cared for. Besides, they were often too expensive, so they didn’t fall under the category of attainable. 
Now here he was, having the unfortunate, and scarring, experience of finding out he couldn’t eat the vegetable without his throat closing up and his skin breaking out in painful, itchy hives. The seven year old was justifiably terrified as his best friend leaped into action to guide him to the nurse’s office. Despite the guilt bubbling in the back of her throat, she pushed down her desire to cry and focused solely on Eddie and the frightening way he was breathing. 
Once inside the office, the older woman looked at the child with such pity. Unlike Tulip, the boy wasn’t afraid of letting anyone see when he was upset, and right now there was fear in his chest and tears welling in his eyes.
To him, that woman was a superhero. He didn’t know how to settle a reaction like the one his body was having to the pickles, but she worked her magic as best she could. In no time, his symptoms had certainly relaxed, but not vanished entirely. He could breathe a little better, to the point he no longer thought he was going to die if he wasn’t gasping for air. But he still didn’t really understand what was going on, nor did the scared Tulip holding his hand. All he knew was that he could no longer eat pickles and the nurse insisted he call one of his parents to come get him, which in this case would actually be his beloved Uncle. 
He was ever so glad he memorized the number to the plant where he worked. 
A teary Eddie held the phone in his slightly puffy red hand, sniffling while it rang. A stranger answered first, being asked by the timid six year old if he could speak to Wayne. After a few minutes his Uncle’s voice filtered through, confused as to why anyone was calling him when he was working. Eddie couldn’t help but feel relief; he was finally going to get a bit of comfort. “Wayne?” 
He recognised the voice instantly. “Eddie,” his uncle breathed, “what’s wrong, big guy?” 
“I don’t know,” he wheezed, “I can’t breathe. Why can’t I breathe?” 
The words sent him into a panic, “What d’you mean, Kid?”
Eddie explained briefly that he’d eaten something and then all of a sudden, thought he was going to die. Not actually exaggerating for once in his very short life. Even though, at first, he was in a panic thinking the child was unsafe, he quickly pieced it together that he must be having an allergic reaction. Wayne’s heart broke in that moment, clenching at the thought of his son nephew scared and crying because of that fear. He knew he wouldn’t be able to leave work, and deep down Eddie knew that too, but he wanted nothing more than to leave for the school and be there to comfort him. But he really couldn’t afford to lose his job. He was already pushing his luck by taking a personal call. 
“I’m scared, Wayne,” The older Munson frowned, closing his eyes as he fought back a couple tears at the tone of his voice. How he wished he could be with him. Just to tell him everything was okay. 
“I’m sorry, Eds,” and he truly was. Eddie was used to people not being there, mainly the adults in his life, but this time it was different. He knew Wayne wanted to be, would have been in a heartbeat, but it was a sticky situation. The real person he should be mad at was his dad. That man was no doubt passed out on the floor of the trailer, drunk at twelve pm on a Tuesday. 
“I know,” the younger boy sniffed, craving the comfort of someone familiar. “It’s okay.”
He shouldn’t have been comforting his uncle, it should’ve been the other way around, but he would do anything for Wayne. Never did he want the man to think Eddie was upset with him or let down. He tried more than anyone else. 
Before the call even ended, Tulip took it that it hadn’t gone well, and her chest ached for him. He deserved to have hundreds of relatives ready to drop anything for him, just like she had. She hated how unfair life could be to sweethearts like Eddie Munson. A little boy who just warranted the world. 
She began to scheme. 
Already in the nurse's office, it was easy to get her attention and whine that the little girl had developed a stomach ache. Eddie was confused as she was fine no less than two minutes ago. Part of him was worried she could be having a reaction too, but the wink she sent his way when the older woman wasn’t looking, told him otherwise. 
She used her ruse as a means to phone her mom. She too was at work, in a meeting no less, but that didn’t matter to her the second Tulip told Petal what was going on with Eddie. Not only was the motherly instinct kicking in, but also the guilt at the fact she had been the one to provide him with the pickles. Oh, she felt terrible. If the sad little boy had known the woman walked out of a meeting just to help him, he would have been shocked, but he also understood she could afford to do that. 
In no time she was waltzing into the room with urgency. Her eyes scanned the room frantically before they landed on the boy whose skin had become a speckled red shade as a result of the side effects. 
“Teddy,” the lawyer breathed, wanting to take him into her arms and make all his woes disappear. She smiled at her daughter. Y/N had dutifully been by his side the moment the symptoms kicked in, allowing him to seek solace in her. 
“Mommy,” Eddie cried without thinking. The weight of his words would sink into him later, and he would apologize profusely then. But now. Now he just needed her. (And when he did apologize, she would wave them off with a kiss on his forehead and a promise that she’d always be a mother to him; even if she didn’t have the pleasure of giving him life.) 
The mother couldn’t help but take his head in her arms, especially after the title had been uttered from his trembling lips, cradling him to her chest and rubbing his back. She didn’t know that her actions would incite his tears, but it wasn’t long after she had taken him in her arms that he started sobbing. The older woman didn’t mind that her blouse was getting stained or that she was missing work. Her kid needed her, and there was no other place she’d want to be. 
“I’m signing him and Y/N out, Lorraine,” she informed, digging into her bag for her pen. The nurse nodded, motioning to the clipboard on her desk and allowing her to do so. When she finished, she turned to her daughter and son. “Tully, I’m gonna go with Teddy to his classroom. Think you’ll be okay going to yours?” 
Her daughter nodded, running off in the direction of her classroom to grab her stuff. Petal knew Eddie wouldn’t ask for more comfort than she’d already provided, but she also knew that he needed to be placated even more. To keep from overstepping a boundary between them, she offered him her hand, waiting for him to either take it or deny it. When he did, she squeezed it and walked with him to his classroom. 
He was clinging onto her for dear life as they traveled to get his coat and bag, Petal doing the honors of carrying them for him, (not for her daughter though, she didn’t almost die.) That was all they needed before they met up with Tulip and headed off on their way. 
There was a mandatory stop for ice cream, obviously. Though the mother-daughter duo were almost floored to hear Eddie had never had the pleasure of trying the dessert. It was all the more reason why they were determined to get him some, any flavor–or flavors, he wanted. 
“You mean, I can pick more than one?” The childlike amazement in his eyes was heartwarming, but at the same time made the older woman sad. Why would anyone rob such a precious child– any child for that matter–of this kind of joy? She didn’t verbally answer his question, only nodded and encouraged him to do so. 
In the end, he decided on raspberry and cotton candy. Tulip got mint chocolate chip, her favorite. And Petal, for herself, landed on Strawberry.
The mother was headed to pay when Eddie tugged on the sleeve of her coat to get her attention. “C-Can we get one for Wayne too?” he asked, shyly. His voice was almost so quiet that Petal didn’t hear him, but luckily she did, and his thoughtfulness made her heart swell. She reached a hand down to ruffle his hair, grinning at him. “Of course, we can.”
Together they settled on pistachio. The lawyer paid for the four ice creams and then ushered the two children out of the small shop. Eddie was surprised they were allowed to eat such a messy food in her expensive car, his dad would never let him do such a thing– but it was Petal’s belief that a car could be cleaned, crucial childhood memories couldn’t wait. 
Driving home was filled with much laughter and Tulip’s horrid singing along to the radio. Eddie had complained a couple times about the screeching in his ear, but she always just took it in her stride and raised her voice louder. It was a lovely moment for the mother to witness, happy that her daughter and pseudo-son were getting along so well. 
By the time they made it back to the large, fancy home, the three’s desserts had been eaten, Wayne’s slowly melting in Eddie’s hand, and the incident concerning the little boy had been almost forgotten (at least visibly anyway.) It was a rush to get it into the fridge once inside, but the mother was convinced it would be fine; still edible at least, even if it was a weird mush. To pass the time until Eddie was picked up by his Uncle, the two kids played on Tulip’s new Nintendo, a console that had only recently been released. 
It was almost eight when the man showed up at the door of the Providence residence. He was jittery, understandably so after what he had experienced over the phone earlier on. It was hard for him to think this door was going to open and there his nephew would be, completely okay. Wayne had only been taking care of Eddie, practically full time, since the beginning of the year. In reality the dad was supposed to be caring for his son, but Chet Munson was no father. He couldn’t believe in the couple months he’d been in his care, he had already almost died. 
Knocking was nerve-wracking. He even thought he might be sweating as he stood on the step and painstakingly waited for someone to open up. 
When they did, he was greeted with Petal’s friendly face. “Hi, Wayne. He fell asleep, come on in.” 
She led him inside, over to the couch where the small boy resided peacefully. He almost felt bad waking him. For a little longer he let him sleep, just long enough that he could talk to the matriarch about what had happened. But that was going to have to be put off for a few minutes while his nephew’s best friend welcomed him. 
“Wayne!” Tulip cheered, rushing over to him to give him a hug. Her tiny arms wrapped around his waist where she could reach. His hug back wasn’t quite as enthusiastic. It was a head rub more than anything really, but she didn’t mind. Their interaction was short, the little girl being diverted by her mother to elsewhere. 
The older woman turned to her daughter. “Tully, why don’t you go and get Eddie’s stuff?”
There was no hesitation or protest, she just did it. Now that the pair were alone, aside from the unconscious child, they could talk like adults. “Thank you for helping him. He needed someone today,” he began. “I’m glad you were there.”
It didn’t take a genius to figure out that he was feeling bad. It was a mix of things, the fact he couldn’t be there even though he would have loved more than anything to have been, but Petal could. And that his nephew had almost died and he wouldn’t have even been there. She also seemed to know just the right thing to say. 
“Don’t feel bad, he’s okay. He’s the happiest kid and that’s all because of you, you’re doing your best.” Her words did reassure him. He never knew that a singular person could make him feel so comforted or relaxed, but apparently Petal had a strong way with words–obviously, she’s a lawyer. This helped him understand why Eddie felt so comfortable in her presence. Even with what she said though, there was still brief uncertainty in his eyes that came along with the fact he had yet to hear the kid’s voice. “Go wake him, I can tell you want to.”
The man thanked her again, nodding his head. He was by Eddie’s side in seconds, trying to rouse him from his sleep in a way that wouldn’t startle him. It only took a little whispering and a single nudge for him to see those puppy eyes fluttering open, immediate relief spreading throughout his entire body. Now he could be a hundred percent sure he was okay. “Hi, sleepyhead.” The boy stretched, and like his usual clumsy self, almost fell off of the couch.
“Please never let me eat pickles again, Wayne.” The words prompted a chuckle from him, glad that even through such a terrifying experience, Eddie could have a sense of humor. 
“Never again.”
As Tulip brought the kid’s stuff, not much more conversation was made. There were lots of thank you’s from both Munsons, and Wayne finally got his ice cream, before the pair headed on their way. It was almost the five-year-old's bedtime, and after the day he’d had, he must've been exhausted. The man left the house with the sleepy boy in his arms, his head on his shoulders as he fought to keep awake. Wayne’s large hand brushed over the expanse of his back, his erratic heart finally slowing down now that Eddie was safe and unharmed in his arms. “You scared me, big guy.”
That made the boy frown. He felt bad for doing that, it was never his intention. “I’m sorry.”
“Hey,” Wayne placated, running his hand over his hair, “it’s not your fault.” 
The two talked about it while he buckled him into the back seat of his truck, sharing smiles and simple promises. Stuff like Wayne would keep him away from the food, and Eddie would never scare him like that again. It was what they both desperately needed to hear. 
1972
When Eddie had proposed a playdate, he hadn’t expected her to suggest his house. After all, why would a rich kid from the richest neighborhood in Hawkins want to play in the trailer park. But he couldn’t say no, after all, it had been his idea. He knew Y/N wasn’t like the other pretentious and snobby well-off kids in Hawkins, but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t be the littlest bit judgemental when she sees his trailer home and compares it to her mansion. Little did he know she only suggested it because she was sick of her own house. 
Upon her first time seeing the trailer, she didn’t seem automatically repulsed, which was good in his eyes. She was actually pretty intrigued by it all, it was the complete opposite to her home, and at six years old she had never seen anything like it. The entire place was a mystery to her, but she was obsessed from the second she stepped foot inside. 
“Can you show me around?” she quizzed, bouncing on her feet in anticipation. She couldn’t wait for him to open the door fully. 
“Yeah. Um, follow me,” he instructed. The two started in the small, but cozy, living room. Then there was the kitchen, the one that was usually empty. And then all that was left were the two tiny bedrooms and the bathroom. “And well, this is it. It’s short but, um, there’s not a lot here.” He was nervous about her reaction, but the one he got definitely wasn’t what he had been expecting. It actually surpassed all his expectations of her.
“I love it,” she gushed, eyes widening as she took in the distance between the rooms. “You’re right next to your uncle? I sleep so far away from my mom.” 
He didn’t know how she managed to make such positivity out of his situation, but it was exactly what he needed to hear. It wasn’t pity, it was genuine excitement that just so happened to make him feel better. She was never one to judge, but Eddie hated to assume the best in people only to be let down in the end almost ninety percent of the time. No one could blame him. Really, what were the odds of a rich girl like the Hopper kid being content with a home like this when she had everything she could ever ask for? Luckily for him, the odds were in his favor. 
After she had seen the inside and what little the place had to offer, not that she was thinking that–Eddie was–the two ventured outside with a quick unnecessary apology from him. “Sorry, I don’t have cool stuff like you do. But we could go outside, ride bikes or something.” 
That was the moment he found out Tulip Hopper didn’t know how to ride a bike, nor was she up to learning after she skinned her knee the last time when her dad tried to teach her. He did find out she could skateboard though, that was a fun little piece of information that he could do nothing with. 
It was all going well for a while, the neighbor Wayne had gotten to check on them could see well enough from her front window. They had just been innocently playing when the bullies had shown up on their bikes. It was the usual ‘posse’, the two George’s and their puppy dog, the one who never said anything. For whatever reason, they were riding their bikes past the entrance of the park, and by pure luck they had spotted a waft of Tulip’s hair. They called to her, just to check they had the right person, and then the taunting began; ruthlessly. 
It was the usual. They laughed at his home, at him, and questioned why someone like Tulip would ever want to hang out with him. They acted as though he was complete filth. But just like the first time they met, and how she always would, she jumped to his defense. At first he tried to tell her it was pointless, they would only continue harassing him another time when she wasn’t there, but the second the word ‘freak’ tumbled past one of their lips– oh, she’d had it. 
“You can’t call him that,” she huffed, arms crossed over her chest, “he may be a freak, but he’s my freak. Right, Freak?” 
Eddie stared at her. If she was trying to defend him, she had a weird way of going about it. “I mean, I guess.” He rationalized it. Better to have her calling him the mean name without any actual despise behind it, than some rich jerks. 
“Uh, y-yeah.” It was unclear whether this was the right way to go about getting them to stop, but he trusted her and her crazy mind. 
Somehow it did work, the trio looked unsettled and backed off a little bit, but Steve couldn’t keep his mouth shut like the dummy he was. “Are you really blowing us off for this freak, Tulip?”
Anger flashed through her features and Eddie thought if looks could kill, he definitely would have been dead by now. If he was in Steve Harrington’s position right now he would have been terrified, actually the boy probably was. He genuinely thought she might step forward and push the kid off of his bike if he wasn’t careful. “I said, don’t call him that, Steven.”
There was a brief stand-off, where the rich kid looked like he was going to say something back to her, but then found himself defeated. It was truly a sight to watch. The way the boy tried to puff out his chest, seem taller, only to deflate when he realized he was no match for the rage the Hopper child possessed. He clearly grew embarrassed, especially at the sound of Eddie’s quiet laughter. “Get lost,” Tulip snapped. 
They followed just as she said, rushing out of Forest Hills like they’d just seen a ghost, all while the two small children burst into loud laughter. 
That event was long forgotten by the time the adult of the trailer finally got home from his shift, the familiar vehicle pulling into the park. Wayne found the pair playing outside the trailer, the two laughing away like they didn’t have a care in the world. He smiled brightly at the sight as he climbed out of his truck, takeout in hand for himself and the kids. “Food’s here, kids,” he announced. 
He was almost tackled by Eddie as the kid rushed to hug him, whereas Tulip was only concerned with the food in the bag that he was carrying. It wasn’t often she got to have take out at home, her mom didn’t really love her eating such junk, but she wasn’t going to know. Plus it’s not like Wayne could have cooked anything better considering the lack of ingredients in the home. 
When he saw the fascination in her eyes after taking her first bite, his mind immediately jumped to what Petal would think, and he quickly uttered out something to save his ass. “Don’t tell your mom about this, okay kid?”
She just hummed. Tulip liked dinner at the Munson house much more than she liked it at her own home. When she ate there, her mom and step-dad talked about work and adult things, barely even acknowledging she was there. They had to eat at the table too, the one that was much too large for only the three of them. She still didn’t understand why it was so big. But here at the Munsons, they had a ton of fun conversation, joked around, and sometimes watched rented VHS’. It was a whole different kind of environment and she loved it, she wanted to be there all the time. 
The mood changed quickly when Wayne properly glanced at Eddie for the first time since getting home. “What happened to your hair?” the older man asked, suddenly noticing it looked different than usual. Both he and Tulip froze mid-bite. That was not a good sign, but nothing with that kid ever was. He sighed, setting his food down to inspect his nephew’s long hair. At the sight of the pale pink confectionary tangled within the curls he let out a mental groan. That would be hell to remove. “Eddie.. How did this happen?”
“Um, we were playing, a-and I tripped over Tulip’s foot– by accident! And it got stuck,” he explained, shyly. The last thing he wanted to do was get her into trouble, and he hoped that with the way he had worded the story, that hadn’t happened. 
Not a single part of Wayne felt up to spending hours detangling the gum from his hair, so instead, much to the boy’s dismay, he shaved his head. And that was how Eddie Munson ended up with a buzzcut for almost a year of his life. All thanks to his best friend wedging gum in his hair. 
1978
Y/N was Eddie’s first kiss. Eddie was Y/N's first kiss. It was a fond memory for the pair of them, keeping it from their shared group of friends years later, wanting to keep it a secret. It wasn’t that they were scared they’d get mocked for it; for the longest time, Eddie and Y/N were joint to the hip, it was only understandable it would happen. Of course, it meant nothing. The feelings shared between the two were strictly platonic, but they wouldn’t lie and say it wasn’t something they cherished. Everyone wants a great first kiss, and who better to share it with than your best friend? 
It happened when they were twelve. Eddie was going into the seventh grade, Y/N into the sixth. While she may have had a lot of power based on her family’s wealth and her father’s position within the police department, pre-teen girls didn’t care about any of it. They only cared about what was cool, who was part of the ‘in-crowd’, and fashion trends they saw in magazines. And because Y/N didn’t care for any of that, opting to stain her expensive clothes with mud and befriending anyone and everyone she could, they despised her. Her mother had told her it was because they were jealous, but Y/N didn’t think so. They were just evil. 
The twelve year old had been sitting on a bench in the playground when they approached her, malicious smirks decorating their faces. She had greeted them with a smile, eager to have a conversation with the group of girls she had yet to befriend. But as soon as she had, her welcoming smile fell. They were ruthless in their taunting–somehow having found out that the rising sixth grader hadn’t been kissed. 
“It’s because you’re ugly,” one of them spit, “no boy would ever want to kiss an ugly girl.” 
She wanted to retaliate. To defend herself and spew something just as mean, but nothing came out of her mouth. It was as if it’d been glued shut, rendering her unable to talk back. Y/N couldn’t hold back her tears, believing every spiteful word they said and taking it to her. She had always been good at blocking them out, not paying any attention to them, but eventually, they struck her where it hurt. After all, she was only human, and humans are nothing if not sensitive and insecure. She believed every spiteful word that came out of their overly glossed lips. Unwillingly storing them in her heart.
Despite how much she liked to project herself as something other than what she was–a little girl in a big world–she wasn’t superhuman. Y/N wasn’t born with the ability to fly or shoot laser beams from her eyes nor was she experimented on until she was a mutant, able to withstand the harshest of conditions and do unbelievable things. Sometimes she got ahead of herself, believing every fantasy world she created for herself. When reality hit, it hit her hard, threatening to knock her unconscious. This was one of those times when reality was cruel. 
Instead of being the heroine she could have been, she turned heel and ran, leaving them to their mocking laughter and rumors. In her hurry to get away from them, she had forgotten her belongings. The Star Wars comic book–the newest one–her mother had given her was left behind, waiting for someone to take it and claim it as their own. The little girl would have been heartbroken, it was her most prized possession, but she was too hurt to care. Her plan of waiting for either Steve or Eddie to show up disappeared in an instant, wanting nothing more than to be alone. 
She found solace atop a branch, overlooking the grounds. The bark was scratchy on her thighs, digging into them unforgivingly, but she didn’t mind. Y/N sat quietly, trying to hold in the sniffles that threatened to leave her every so often. The tears had brimmed her eyes, occasionally leaking out, but whenever they did, she would wipe them away with her arm. 
The preteen had been lost in her thoughts when her friend joined her, climbing up the tree and sitting beside her, her comic book in his hands. Eddie had smiled at her, wanting to tease her for leaving the expensive object behind despite her mother’s insistence. But the smile he had and his words died out when she didn’t return it, keeping her watery eyes locked on the grass below them. Her bright and youthful eyes brimmed red with dried tear streaks running down her soft skin. The older boy couldn’t help but frown at her appearance. It was as if someone had forgotten to water a bright flower causing it to lose its color. It was unsettling. 
When she finally acknowledged him, she wiped at her runny nose and forced a smile. He didn’t like that. Eddie, always having had a personal space problem, shuffled closer to her. He carefully took in her appearance. Her cheeks were puffy and flushed from the crying and her nose was red from her constant rubbing. She obviously felt her worst, but to Eddie, he saw her at her best, as he always did. “What’s wrong, Lippy?” 
“Do you think I’m ugly?” she whispered. Eddie, in his prepubescent age, reeled back and furrowed his eyebrows. He had never thought of his best friend in that way, and he was sure he never would. He would let her other–less cool–best friend pine over her. 
“Is this a trick question?” he dubiously asked, dark eyes wide in shock. She shuffled away from him with a sniffle. Y/N threw all rational thinking aside when she was upset. Eddie hadn’t said yes; he also hadn’t said she was ugly. But, in her hurt, she took his query as an agreement to her question. It was, to her at least, confirmation that the girls’ words were in fact true. She was unkissable because she was ugly. 
“So you do think I’m ugly,” she accused, moving farther away from him–as much as she could before she fell off the branch. Eddie was bewildered. All he wanted to do was hang out with his best friend, not get roped into an interrogation. 
“No, Y/N, wait,” he sighed, scooching closer to her, “you’re not ugly. In fact, you’re the prettiest girl in all of Hawkins.” It was the truth, at least to him (and to Steve, but he would never admit it. Cause he’s dumb.) Y/N was effortlessly pretty. At twelve years old, she had a smile that blinded and eyes that shined. But that wasn’t her most redeemable quality. It was her personality that drew people in. She was social and warm with an aura of gold around her. It wasn’t a wonder that all the boys wanted to be hers. 
“I am?” how she couldn’t see her beauty was beyond Eddie. 
He nodded, “yeah. I would say the whole state, but–” she pushed him slightly before he could finish his sentence, a glower adorning her face. And just like that, things were back to normal. Eddie laughed, rubbing his shoulder despite it not actually hurting him. 
“What happened?” he asked, wanting to know just what snuffed out his best friend’s sun. Y/N took her book from his hands, fiddling with it while she confessed ever so quietly. The summer breeze was louder than her words, but he knew better than to ask her to speak up. 
“Just, you know how girls can be,” she sighed. Eddie nodded. They were assholes. “They were making fun of me because they had their first kisses, and I haven’t. They said they didn’t know why Steve was my best friend because I’m so ‘ugly’ and he’s not–that I haven’t had my first kiss because of that.” 
Eddie felt a fury he never had before. He wanted them to trip and fall in mud. “You’re not ugly, Lippy. I don’t know why you listen to them; they’re just shallow, jealous girls.” 
“I know, but sometimes, it’s just a little too much,” she responded softly. He looked at her before surging forward and kissing her. The dark haired boy didn’t know what he was thinking, if he was at all, but he couldn’t stop himself. The sound of something so trivial making his best friend upset didn’t settle well with him, and if he could solve her problem for her, he was going to. 
She froze, pushing him away. Y/N stared at him with wide eyes, a heat capturing her cheeks. Eddie and her had never crossed the line from friends to more than that. Neither one liked the other in that way, anything they felt for one another was platonic. A love like that of siblings. So it was peculiar, and unwelcomed, when he kissed her. 
“Why would you do that?” she demanded. He smiled sheepishly with a shrug. 
“Now you can say you had your first kiss,” Eddie stated proudly, “and so can I.” 
“I was your first kiss?” she asked, shocked. It wasn’t that Eddie was the coolest kid in Hawkins with dozens of girls begging for their chance. He was just older than her, and he had a lot more time to experience things with different people than she had. For whatever strange reason, she just thought that her best friend had been kissed before. It made her feel giddy, the knowledge that she got to share a first with him. 
Biting her lip, she cheekily replied to his confession. “I’m so glad it was with you and not Steve.”  
1984
“You know what I do when I’m sad?” the metalhead asked, leaning across the wooden table to look at her with mischief in his eyes.
“What?” Y/N sniffled, wiping away the remnants of her tears from her cheeks. 
“I smoke,” he answered, proudly displaying his tin lunchbox and opening it up. He held up a rolled blunt, moving it through his fingers as he looked at her expectantly. Y/N sighed.
Eddie Munson was the devil in disguise, she was sure of it. She was Hawkins’ Flower; the epitome of innocence and virtue. Or at least she was supposed to be. People often forgot that she was a Hopper first and foremost. With the knowledge of her genetics in mind to appease her, she took the blunt from him and brought it to her lips. She was going to regret it later when her emotions amplified and her sadness bordered depression, but for that moment, she felt weightless.  
“You’re a terrible influence, Freak.” She informed, inhaling the toxin into her lungs before passing it to Eddie. 
“But you love me, Lippy,” she scowled at him. 
“You’re a bastard,” she took the blunt from his hand, “this is mine now.” 
June 1985
Never did Eddie or Tulip think she would be the one graduating first. He was supposed to have accomplished it the year prior, class of ‘84, but of course he failed more than two classes, so it wasn’t possible for him to leave. Tulip told him he’d get it next year, and then the pair would be able to graduate together, but he failed that one too. She didn’t know what he was doing wrong, and she knew he was a little defeated when showing up for her, even if he didn’t say it. But he had promised her he would be there.
Most of her morning had been taken up by Steve, mainly because Eddie hadn’t been around. He’d been pretty MIA and part of her worried he wasn’t going to show at the school with her parents like they had planned. Her mother noticed her qualms, trying to soothe her nerves. She was already uneasy about graduating anyway, she didn’t need to start fussing over Eddie too. “He’ll be there, Tully. He always is.”
The doubt on her daughter’s face was clear, and although the mother would have loved to spend hours reassuring her until she was a hundred percent positive he was going to be there, there wasn’t time. “Are you sure? Cause what if this is the first time he doesn’t come? Like, he just decides to break his promise. Mom, do you think he’ll do that?” 
Petal had to make her next words the most sincere, ones that would really get through to her daughter. “When has he ever broken a promise to you?” she questioned. “That boy would never do anything to purposely upset you. He’s not going to miss this when he knows how much it means to you.”
And of course Petal was never wrong. Just like her mom had said, he was there, standing side by side with Hopper as she was called to the stage. At the sight of him her heart raced, happy he had made it and stuck to his promise. Despite the worry she had presented to Petal before they left the house this morning, deep down in her heart she trusted him enough to be there. 
The first time she got to speak to Eddie after she was handed her diploma, she couldn’t just approach him fairly, of course she had to torment him a little. “I guess this means I’m officially the smarter friend,” she teased, coming to a stop in front of him. Her parents were watching them with amused smiles.
He chuckled. “Sorry, I don’t recall you doing any of your own artwork. You passing art is courtesy of me.” He wasn’t wrong. They’d known since they were small children that Tulip couldn’t draw even basic animals, so she had no hope of passing that class. The first time she had ranted about her misfortune to Eddie, he had offered to help in return for her assistance with Math– her strong suit and arguably his worst. 
“Touché.”
There was a beat of silence before he was lunging forward to pull her into a bone crushing hug. At first she couldn’t breathe, but then she just accepted he wasn’t going to let up and wrapped her arms around his torso. “I’m proud of you, Lippy,” he whispered, squeezing her once more before he pulled away and reached into his pockets. “I actually got you a little something.”
In her hand he placed a small rectangular wrapped gift. It was terribly done, as usual, Eddie was useless when it came to wrapping paper. He also hadn’t had a lot of time. While he was sulking this morning about his younger friend graduating before him, he had gone present hunting, coming back with little time to make it look presentable enough to give to her. 
She didn’t care if it looked bad anyway, she had been receiving terrible looking gifts since the first Christmas they had been friends all the way back in ‘71. The paper was ripped off within seconds, her eyes lighting up at the sight of the cassette in her hands. “Tears for Fears, I’ve wanted this for months. How did you know?”
He rolled his eyes. “Are you kidding? You never shut up about it.”
Obviously she was grateful for the gift, but her go to response was to tell him he hadn’t had to do that. It wasn’t a secret Eddie didn’t have that much money, and she didn’t want him wasting what he did have on gifts for her, gifts that she really didn’t need. “Ed,” she began, but he jumped in to cut her off so quickly, shaking his head as though he already knew what she was going to say. And he did. He knew her too well. “Don’t even think about telling me I didn’t have to. It’s your big day, I wanted to.”
So, instead of protesting, she thanked him over and over, until he was sick of hearing the words coming out of her mouth. 
When their conversation died down, he noticed she wasn’t paying much attention to him anymore. Her eyes were straying off to the boy that stood not too far away. Steve was making weak attempts at conversation with his parents. Usually they didn’t turn up to any event for him, but this was something they deemed their presence necessary at. Tulip wasn’t much of a fan of them, which is why she wasn’t already over there with him. She would much rather spend time with Eddie than the snobby Harrington adults. 
But even he could tell she was dying to go over there. “Don’t let them stop you. Go to him,” he encouraged, noticing the way she and Steve shared longing glances when they thought the other wasn’t looking. He may not have been one of the fellow graduates this year, but Tulip and Steve were, they deserved to celebrate together. She sent him a thankful look, rushing across the room to practically throw herself in her friend’s arms. Even if he now had to stand by himself at a graduation that wasn’t even his, he was glad she was happy. 
1986
There weren't many things that could get Tulip to come back to Hawkins after her dad died. It was one of the hardest times of her entire life, and going back there would surely only remind her of all the bad memories linked with his death. She may have missed her friends and the town and all the good memories she had there, ones she didn’t have in New York– but a Hawkins without Hopper wasn’t a real Hawkins at all. 
However, if there was one person who knew exactly what to say to convince her, it was Dustin Henderson.
Getting a call from him on one random day in March was weird. 
“Please, Y/N, things have only gotten weirder,” he said. That made her curious, though she thought if she asked it could only force her to give in. However, he told her anyway. “Lucas joined the basketball team– which isn’t actually that important, Chrissy Cunningham was killed, Eddie Munson’s even a murder suspect.”
She gasped, her thoughts slowing as she tried to process what Dustin had just told her. Her childhood best friend, the Eddie her mother almost killed with a pickle when they were kids, had somehow been accused of murder. She didn’t know the situation, the kid hadn’t told him what had happened or why, or even if he was innocent. But she knew that he was, of course he was. The Eddie Munson she knew was incapable of ever doing such a thing. 
“Dustin. He didn’t do it, right?” She didn’t know if she could take being told that he had.
“No, no. It isn’t looking good, though. The police are looking for him, a-and Jason Carver’s on, like, a manhunt.”
It didn’t make any sense how so much could go wrong after she left. She hadn’t even been gone that long, and Steve had been supposed to keep her updated on everything. How could everything have gotten so messed up in such a short amount of time? “I-Is he there?” she asked. 
There was a bit of hesitation before she heard rustling on the other end of the phone. At first she was scared, as was he. Never did she want Eddie to be upset or terrified, but she could only imagine that was the exact headspace he was in. 
“Tulip?” he whispered. 
“Eddie, oh my god. What is going on over there?”
He didn’t answer her question like she thought he would. Instead he began defending himself, hastily, like he couldn’t get the words out quick enough. If Tulip even for a second thought he might be this evil monster, he wouldn’t know how to live with himself. “I didn’t do it, you have to believe me. Lippy, it wasn’t me.”
“I believe you. I know you, Teddy.”
That was all she really needed to say, all that mattered in the long run. She was on his side, and if the kids alone couldn’t prove his innocence, then she knew people that could. Hell, even her mom would do it at the drop of a hat. Eddie wasn’t going down for this, not a chance. 
“Dustin’s telling me I have to go. B-But please, come back, I need you.”
The call ended before she could respond. It left her in a dilemma for no more than a minute. She didn’t need time to think about this, this was Eddie and he needed her help. She had to go home as soon as possible. 
1986 - After 
Time seemed to still the second Tulip caught sight of a crying Dustin, his sobs breaking her heart and having her fear the worst. It turned out, the worst in her head didn’t compare to the actual worst. She would have never guessed Dustin was crying over the pulseless body of Eddie Munson, but it was the reality. The closer she got to him, the more dread she felt. They had won, so why did it feel like she had lost? 
“Eddie,” she whispered, rushing to him in an instant. Despite wanting nothing more than to stay frozen in her place, not wanting to see her best friend as anything other than alive. Breathing and joking around with her. She ran to him, at his side as quickly as she could, fingers immediately searching for a pulse. Her breath caught in her throat in relief, finding the faintest of pulsing.
With tunnel vision, one could only see what they wanted to see, focusing on a single thing. And to Tulip, at that moment, it was her best friend and keeping him from stepping into death’s hold. Without thinking, she softly pushed her younger friend aside, hands instantaneously going to the metalhead’s chest and counting the beats. Queen’s Another One Bites the Dust ironically playing in the back of her mind to stay on count. “Please, Teddy. Please.” 
Her arms were aching and her vision was blurred, but she couldn’t stop. Not until she knew her best friend would be bothering her for the rest of their lives. It was too soon for him to go. Eddie Munson was worth more than an untimely death; he deserved to graduate and live out his dream of finally leaving Hawkins. Tulip didn’t care that her friends were watching her attempts, thinking they were futile. She just wanted him to fucking live. 
“Y/N,” Steve tried, gently tugging at her shoulders in an attempt to pry her off of Eddie’s body. “Y/N, please. He’s gone. I’m sorry.”
Y/N sniffled, hastily wiping off her tears and shrugging him off. She continued her ministrations, humming a song in her head to keep at it. Her heart was splitting in two, but she didn’t allow herself to succumb to the exhaustion. She kept going, attempting to bring her friend back from where he’d been tittering the line between life and death. 
“Y/N, come on,” Steve’s voice sounded far away. She’d subconsciously pushed him to the back of her mind. The only thing that really mattered was her best friend. Every little thing they did as kids floated through her mind. Glimpses of times where she was happy by his side, smoking the day away or simply bickering with one another. 
“Y/N,” this time it was Dustin. Her heart clenched at the sound of his broken voice, and more tears sprang to her eyes. She was doing this for him. Eddie Munson had a knack for nestling his way into everyone’s hearts and staying there. He had done so for her when they were children, sharing chalk on the curb. And he had done it to Dustin, acting as a refuge to him when high school proved to be too much. “Y/N, please. He’s gone.”
No. He can’t be. She thought, it takes a lot more to kill off Eddie Munson. 
She couldn’t hold the sigh of relief upon hearing Eddie’s sharp gasp. He coughed, looking up at her with blurry eyes before giving her a bloody smile. 
“I’m feeling like the Bee Gees right now,” he croaked, voice dry. 
“What?” she questioned, tearfully holding him. 
“I’m stayin’ alive,” Under normal circumstances, she would’ve dropped him off her lap as soon as the words left his mouth. But these weren’t normal circumstances. Her best friend had gone from knocking on death’s door to breathing and alive in the blink of an eye. 
“I thought you were dead,” she confessed, holding back a sob. Eddie frowned, never in his life had he seen her cry as hard as she was. Especially not over him. It was then that he realized the severity of what happened and just how much importance he had on her life. 
He weakly grabbed her hand, uncaring if it was covered in blood–whose he didn’t know. It was probably a mix of his and hers–and brought it to his lips. “I’m alive. I promise.” 
That was all that needed to be said to break the dam. Both of them ended up crying on the floor, holding each other as tightly as they possibly could. Tulip didn’t love to let people see her so vulnerable, even people she cared about, but she had never been so shaken up. The fact all her friends were watching the two of them have this moment, barely even crossed her mind. All that mattered to her was that he wasn’t going anywhere. He had a heartbeat, he was talking, he’d be okay. 
For two and a half months, Eddie had been in the hospital recovering. His injuries had been bad enough to almost kill him, he knew he wasn’t going to be miraculously healed within a couple days. But he hadn’t thought it would take this long, and he had only just made it on the homestretch yet, according to his favorite nurse. His friends had been by his side the whole time, and Wayne. But Tulip was mainly the one who never left his side. 
The two had been there for each other during their worst times, the lowest of the low. Eddie had been her shoulder to cry on back in ‘78 when her sister died, then again when her dad also ‘died’. She had been the person he confided in when his father went to prison almost a decade ago, the one who had her parents practically hold an initiation to welcome him to the family when his mom left. So, of course she was going to be by his side now. Though this wasn’t like anything either of them had ever experienced, it still hadn’t completely set in, but there was no way Tulip would be doing anything but holding his hand through the entire thing.
His graduation was rapidly approaching, but he didn’t want to go. He’d been given the green light, his body was healing well. But he didn’t want to see anyone– or really, have them see him. No longer was he the Eddie he used to be, not completely. People still thought he was a killer, hell the police were barely convinced he wasn’t. Going back to the school wasn’t going to be as easy as he would have liked, so he chose to sit it out. It was ironic, the first time in three years he was on track to successfully make it, and he’s accused of murder, then almost murdered by bats in another dimension. You couldn’t make it up. 
However, just because he wasn’t up to going to his graduation in person, didn’t mean graduation couldn’t come to him instead. Tulip, with a lot of help from her mom and friends, had been scheming. If he didn’t feel up to going to get his diploma, she would have the entire ceremony brought to him in the hospital. 
The only problem that seemed to arise, was that she had to get him from the bed in his room to the corridor where it was going down. “Come on, Munson, you know you have to walk around at least once a day.” This was always hard for her to get him to do. He had gotten so used to the uncomfortable hospital bed, and the specific position in which it caused him no pain to his injuries, that he didn’t like to leave it. If he went on this walk around the floor of the hospital with his best friend, he was going to have to spend the next hour in pain until everything settled again. 
He pouted as she started to tug on his hands. “Don’t want to today, Tulip.” He was already down due to the fact this was another year he wasn’t going to get his diploma. He didn’t even know if the school would give it to him after the whole serial killer scandal– even though that wasn’t his fault. 
“Stop being a little bitch boy,” she demanded. He was taken back at her use of words, eyeing her with a slack jaw as she tried to fight back her laughter. It had sort of slipped out by accident, but she was definitely glad that it did now that she saw the reaction it brought on. 
“What did you just call me?” he asked. 
She was still giggling to herself as she pulled the warm covers off of him, leaving the chilly hospital AC to get to him. “That’s not important. Just get up or I’ll get the nurse.”
With the threat lingering in the air, he sighed, taking the help she offered for him to get out of the bed. It wasn’t as easy as he would have liked, and it definitely hurt, but he eventually managed it. 
A thank you left his lips as she steadied him. He was still a little shaky on his feet, even after all the time he had been spending in recovery, so he walked to the hall with one of his best friend’s arms around his waist. She stopped him just before they reached the doorway though, telling him not to peek as she got a quick surprise ready for him. Although he so desperately wanted to just look, he didn’t disobey her, she was scary when she got angry. 
When she returned, on top of the clothes she had been wearing when she first entered his room, were now a cap and gown, specifically the ones that Hawkins high graduates would wear. He cocked his head in confusion, but she handed a similar material to him, placing the cap on his head for him. “What’re you doing? I’m not going to the graduation, Lippy.” He was putting his foot down on that. 
But she shook her head. “No, you’re not. It’s actually coming to you– just put the gown on.”
After being friends for so long, he knew not to argue with her. He just did as she asked, slowly, painfully, slipping the material over his arms. “Now what?”
Her hands were thrusted out to him again for assistance, but now she showcased a beaming smile. The first sight of all his friends standing down the hallway, off to the sides so a podium could stand in the middle, it had tears springing to his eyes. They all held the biggest smiles on their faces as she helped him limp to them.
It wasn’t a shock that Wayne was crying, as well as Petal who stood beside him. He didn’t know if it was new-same old, crying because he almost died and he was in the hospital, or if it was because he was finally graduating after so so many attempts. He supposed it didn’t really matter which it was, either way he knew they were proud of him. 
Two of the girls stood out from the crowd, Robin and Nancy, who were also in their cap and gowns having just come from their own proper graduation. It seemed as though they’d brought Principal Higgins along too, who looked rather uneasy to see Eddie. There was a large shock surrounding him, for various reasons. He was still weird about seeing him because of the murder suspect thing– but honestly he also never expected the kid would make it. He always thought he’d drop out before he finally passed his final year.
“Munson, Edward,” he called with a grin, holding the piece of paper ready to hand over. 
Tulip was going to help him, but he insisted that he could do it for himself. With some difficulty and a lot of pain in his right leg, he made his way over to the podium. Everyone watched on, some emotional, some just happy he had finally made it. Honestly, Dustin was still on a high at the fact he was even alive. 
When he reached out his hand, the diploma was placed into his palm, a congratulations uttered from the teacher he once hated. A camera flash startled him, his head turning in search of the perpetrator. Steve stared at him with a crooked smile, lifting the camera like it was some awkward nod to him. Of all people to take the picture he didn’t know why it was Harrington, but he also wasn’t aware Tulip had threatened him to do it. If he’d been given that piece of information then it would have made much more sense.
To stay true to his word, the one that he shared with Dustin and Mike what felt like forever ago, even if it wasn’t entirely appropriate, he gave Principal Higgins the finger. He laughed to himself as the man just accepted it, expecting no less from the Munson boy. 
As quickly as he could give his healing injuries, he rushed back to Tulip, gushing about what he had just accomplished. He didn’t notice the way she slipped something in the pocket of his gown, but he would come to find later that it’d been a cassette, specifically of the new Queen album. He had been eyeing it for a few days now, so she thought why not? 
Eddie hadn’t felt this happy in a long time, and it was all thanks to the girl he called his best friend who could not get any more perfect by the sounds of it. “I did it, Tully.” With a quick stolen kiss to her cheek, one that had her gasping, he was shuffling away from her and over to his uncle, prepared to rejoice in his accomplishment. Tulip couldn’t even be mad, she was so proud of it and he really deserved to have his special moment. He’d been to hell and back the last few months, more than anyone in the room could understand; he needed this. 
That morning he woke up as the ‘ex murder suspect turned bedridden bat food’, and now he would end it as Hawkins high graduate, Eddie Munson; class of ‘86.
~*~
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