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palajae · 3 months

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and you?

PAIRING... niki x tutor!reader | GENRE... school!au, romance, fluff, humor | WC... 0.3k | ”i didn’t take you to be a slob."

you can’t believe this. you can’t believe your teacher forced you to tutor nishimura riki. the guy barely showed up to class, he barely attempted to do his work. he barely cared.

did he even care?

you scratch your neck. did he even know you were supposed to tutor him?

you doubted niki was going to show up. he always joked around in class, always had something to say to your remarks. you could care less about what he did. the only reason you were here, waiting in the library for him, was to get extra credit from your teacher.

you huff, he’s thirty minutes late. you don’t even know what you expected.

instead of making this effort a complete waste of time, you decided to be productive and do your own work.

yeah, that plan failed.

your hair strewn everywhere, a thunk on the table startles you awake. you subconsciously wipe a bit of drool off the side of your cheek as you come to your senses.

however, you don’t expect to see amused eyes staring at you.

“i didn’t take you to be a slob,” he remarks casually while packing up his books.

dazed, you glance around. what time was it?

and more importantly, how long has niki been here?

before you can say anything—let alone process the situation—niki leans in close to you.

instinctively, you scoot your chair back. eyes as wide as saucers, your body freezes at the close contact.

if anything, he leans in closer with a hand outstretched. your mouth opens to protest,

“what are you-“

“sorry, that was bothering me.”

his touch was surprisingly gentle as he wiped your cheek.

“excuse me?” you swallow.

“eyelash,” he says nonchalantly.

niki then smirks while you’re at a complete loss for words.

“til’ next time, y/l/n.”

as he walks off, you check the time. you gape, horrified. it’s been two hours since you were supposed to tutor niki?!

either way, that doesn’t change the fact that niki was certainly watching you. closely, as a matter of fact. the vitamin drink set next to you was also proof of that (including the note on the desk with a phone number.)

a million thoughts run through your head.

a slob? next time?

…eyelash?

who was nishimura riki and since when did he care?

a/n ▸ playing as long as you care by ruel <33 hope everyone is staying safe with all the icks spreading around!

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leahblackk · 1 year

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Down For You

summary: Spencer and Reader go to a party. Spencer quickly realised how much he loves her.

based on down for you by ruel

warnings: mentions of alcohol. a little bit of grumpy/mean spencer, but that’s all

couple: Spencer x fem!reader

taglist: @ssavanessa22, @all-tings-diego, @matthew-gray-gubler-lover, @nomajdetective, @cance1medaddy, @doctorspenceryeet, @hey-dw

You said we'd just drop by

But I wasn't invited

You'd already decided

That I was coming too

Y/n and Spencer had their fourth date that beautiful night. Spencer was driving, Y/n mentioned dropping something off before they headed to the doctors apartment, something about a friend of hers needing something.

Spencer didn't mind, only that he has never been invited to those kinds of parties, if it was something, Y/n was the extrovert of the relationship. She had tons of friends, which Spencer envied and was jealous about. He envied because he never had that, and was jealous because so many people knew her. He wanted to be the only one, as selfish as it sounds.

They went to a library for their fourth date, Spencer had the courage to invite her out, but hasn’t had the courage to confess his feelings to her, which makes the situation more complicated. He wants to be able to tell her how much he loves her, and how much she means to him, yet he can't.

“Are you sure I should come in too?” Spencer asked, as he parked in front of the house. Music blasting and people cheering was all he heard. It felt like one of those teenage movies he had seen.

“Completely sure. Plus we'll just drop by,” she said.

Spencer grabbed the beers from the back of the car, and Y/n a bag of something he didn't know what it was, but was 99% sure it was pads, otherwise what would've been so important for her friend?

Y/n got out of the car and walked inside, waiting for the still nervous Spencer. He looked down at his watch, it marked twelve am. He wondered why people made parties so late.

“Look, I don't wanna pressure you to go inside…”

He shook his head before she talked any further, “I don't wanna leave you alone.”

She smiled sweetly at him and walked inside. Her friend,- who Spencer supposed was the one she was talking to on the phone-, was the first one to approach her. Asking her if she had what she asked for. Y/n took a pack of condoms out of the bag and her friends took them and ran away.

Spencer tried not so hard to say something.

I can't stand all these people

All trying to please you

They don't even see you

The way I do

Spencer rolled his eyes once more when another of Y/ns friends tried to offer her all kinds of beers. Didn't they know she doesn't drink? And when she did, she didn't like the bitter kind of beer, she liked the fruit flavored one.

They tried so hard to please her yet they don't even know what she likes.

She promised they'd just drop the things and leave, but she couldn't when people were trying to talk to her all the time. Spencer stood by her side, knowing she wouldn't like it if he left.

As she talked, she looked his way from now and then, making sure he was still there.

He smiled sweetly at her, when her eyes were trying to apologize over and over again.

He sighed, he really really wanted to be in his apartment, with her.

“So Y/n would you want this beer…”

Two AM, haven't left

No one cares, just me, I guess

But I can't leave you

He looked at his watch, and sighed at the time. Two hours they've been there, two hours and he just wants to leave already. He looks at everyone, he's the only bitter one sitting on the couch while Y/n is standing talking to some more people.

He looks at the door, wanting to run away and leave, but he looks at her, and she smiles at him and he can't. He just can't.

Even though he knows he can just leave and he knows she'd get a ride from one of her friends and she wouldn't be upset cause she'd understand why he left in the first place, he knows he can just walk away but he can't, he really can't leave her.

He doesn't know what it is, it's like she has some kind of power over him. It's like he'd do things for her without her needing to ask.

He walks to her, seeing her tremble a little, and putting a his cardigan on her shoulders. She smiles back at him.

“I'm so sorry I promise I'm trying to get rid of these people but it's like they can't leave me,” she chuckles.

It's because she's that kind, it's because she isn't how he is, he'd just leave, but she can't.

“It's okay, there's no rush, Take your time, I'll wait for you,” he sincerely says.

She shakes her head, “You can leave if you want…”

“I'll wait for you.”

And I can't find the patience

For all the conversations

And all of these blank faces

I should leave, I haven't yet

But when you smile, I just forget

But I can stay a while, I guess

Spencer nods as someone is talking to him, to be honest, he doesn't even know what they're saying. He's not paying attention, and neither he wants to. He's tired of this. He knows these kinds of people, he knows they are the ones that tell you compliments and then judge you as soon as you turn your back, so why would he even take the time? He's not like her. He doesn't have patience.

“Are you even listening to me?” The guy asks.

Spencer shakes his head, “Nope.”

The guy scoffs and leaves, Spencer couldn't care less as he stares at the black painted fences in front of him.

They're not even painted well, some white in the corners showing. He doesn't know why he's so annoyed at that, or maybe he knows.

He 's jealous.

He's jealous of all these people taking her away from him, they had talked a few small words throughout the night and that annoys him.

He's jealous that everyone talks to her like they know her when they don't. They really really dont.

They don't know her like he does, and that annoys him.

The stupid loud music playing in the background annoys him and the fact that he can’t tell her that he loves her annoys him too.

I wasn't gonna say nothing

But I'm about to break something

How you gonna take all of my time

You know that I hate this place

But if you wanna stay, I do too.

Cause I'm so down for you.

Spencer sighed relieved as Y/n said her goodbyes to her friends. He awkwardly stands there, waiting for her. Y/n smiles and unconsciously holds his hand.

“Let's get out of here before they say something more,” she drags him to the car, in which they get in. Spencer starts driving, yet he doesn't speak. That little gesture made his brain suddenly stop working.

Y/n notices that, and she nervously bites her lip, debating on whether she did wrong or not. She knows Spencer isn't a big fan of physical contact, in fact, he's a germaphobe, she isn't sure if he's upset at her.

“Are you still going to my apartment?” He finally speaks.

She nods, “If you don't mind.”

And the rest of the ride is silent. Neither of them know what to say.

They go up the stairs, silence, silence and the sound of the footsteps it's all they can hear. When they reach Spencer's door, she sighs.

“Spencer, I'm sorry… I didn't mean to grab your hand. I should've asked first and maybe you're mad at me but I just…”

Spencer stops her, for the third time that night, and kisses her, cupping her face. She smiles sweetly against his lips which make him smile back, he's quickly pulling her in, as she wasn't close enough. His hands on her back and hers up in his hair, messing it up. That's all she ever wanted to do.

“I love you, and-and seeing you with all those people made me realize I want to be the only one who gets to really know you. I want to hold your hand and run away from your stupid friends, please, let me be that. I'm so down for you,” Spencer confessed, finally.

She smiles, and kisses him back.

That's her answer.

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onenettvchannel · 1 month

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FLASH REPORT: An Epic Conclusion of 'Wakfu' Season 4 finale unveils the last 3 new episodes on both French streaming platforms, including PH's first Internet Simulcast [#K5NewsFMExclusive]

ROUBAIX, FRANCE -- Recently in the early morning in Paris, the final three (3) new episodes of 'Wakfu' were aired last Friday on March 15th, 2024 at 12mn (France local time). These episodes presented an enthralling mix of excitement and drama, captivating audiences with their compelling storyline. The seamless continuation of the epic journey of the show's main characters, such as Yugo the Eliatrope, Amalia Sheran Sharm, Tristepin de Percedal, Evangelyne, Ruel Stroud, and many others, kept fans eagerly anticipating each new developments of the show.

An exclusive finale airing as Dumaguete very own 'OneNETtv Channel' premiered the last episodes to be broadcasted online Thursday night in the United States of America (U.S.A.) at 7pm Eastern / 6pm Central / 7am in Dumaguete and Manila (Friday), coinciding with the back-to-back weekly releases of 'Okoo' and Ankama Launcher at the same time slot. The series concluded with its final episode airing early in the weekend for streaming in France.

In the 11th episode "Ensemble", presents the group with a set of new challenges as they come together to overcome obstacles in Sadida Kingdom. The highlight of the episode gets an intense battle sequence where the group must utilize their abilities and unity to vanquish a formidable foe. While the 12th episode titled "Armand", the focus shifts to a new character named 'Nora' who brings a sense of mystery and intrigue to the story. Her daugther's backstory (Ms. Armand Sheran Sharm) reveals to shed light on their motivations and struggles. The said episode ends on a devastated cliffhanger, following after the epic battle, leaving viewers in France eager to see what will happen next.

And on the series finale via Episode #13 titled "Consecration", which is the final episode of the 4th Season, is packed with severely intense action and emotional moments. The main characters are forced to make difficult choices as they confront their Necro's enemies and face their destinies. Yet, peace will never return to the 'World of 12' until the invasion of the Wakfu eaters has been thwarted. The finale delivers a satisfying conclusion to the season, tying up loose ends and leaving the audience with a sense of closure in a marriage scene.

DWFH-FM 97.7mhz's "K5 News FM: Dumaguete" can reveal the exclusive story that 'Yugo the Eliatrope' is now a full-grown man, and is legal to get married with 'Amalia Sheran Sharm' immediately after this tragic war with 'Necros' at the end of Episode #13. Kissing scene after the bottom teleporation in 'Sadida Kingdom' may be considered as a canon couple, under a shipping name 'YuMalia'.

Throughout its extensive run for 4 seasons, these three (3) episodes of 'Wakfu' have taken fans like you in an unforgettable journey filled with excitement and heartfelt moments. The growth and development of these fictional main characters have been expertly portrayed, leaving a lasting impact to showcase audience around the globe. This French animated series has managed to captivate viewers worldwide, thanks to its exceptional blend of fantasy and adventure, making it an absolute must-watch for the targeted demographic.

It is worth to note that after the final 4th season happened in the series finale, it will soon be potentially moved into a weekly French webtoon comics later in the late-April to mid-year of 2024.

Comic dubs from the international fan-parody made voice actors and actresses is optional, if they can secure for international licensing in the future.

FULL DISCLOSURE: The now-growned Yugo Sharm the Eliatrope and Amalia Sheran Sharm are both part ways as Ankama News correspondents for OneNETnews until 2026 and/or 2029. The canon couple of 'YuMalia' will be retired for news gathering on us, several years after the animation taping of the final 4th Season of Wakfu. Mabuhay ang bag-ong kasal ug madamo po salamat, mga ka-Bandera!

SCREENGRAB COURTESY: Ankama Animations & Okoo via France 4 LIVE VIDEO

-- OneNETnews Team

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wordynerdygurl · 2 years

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The Queen & The Jester

An Eddie Munson x Female Reader “Choose Your Own Adventure” Story

--------------------------------------------------------------------- Author’s Note: Like so, so, so many of us, the Eddie Munson thirst became too much to bear. After thinking it over, I decided to make this an old school “Choose Your Own Adventure” story. So, be aware: There is SMUT, there is some Angst, depending on the path YOU Choose! Language like cursing, swearing and name calling shows up regularly and... if ye be under 18, stay away! If you interacted with my question about reading an Eddie Fanfic, I’ve tagged you, shamelessly. I sincerely hope you enjoy!! Last thing- This is all terribly self indulgent! Sorry, not sorry! ------------------------------------------------------------------------

There were lots of places where you could make yourself small, insignificant, out of the way. The basement chorus room, with its pile of broken music stands and worn out carpet was one that you used on occasion, but by far the best you had found was the high school library.

Of course, there were high traffic areas in this hall of knowledge; the front, where the reference cards lived in narrow drawers, was always surrounded by someone in a crunch to finish a paper on time. Study desks, organized in long center rows, were constantly in use by the student body. Which is why, when you found what you loving referred to as your nook, you were ecstatic. Out of the way, a little alcove, just big enough for you and your back pack was created when two walls had been unable to meet in a 90 degree angle. This meant there was a little nook that was never used as it was too small for a shelf and there would be no need for a table or chairs back here where students could get up to unwitnessed shenanigans. There were no punny posters or student notices, no decorations of any kind. The rug was, miraculously, free from stains. And because there were no periodicals or encyclopedias in the vicinity, no one really roamed this far back between the towering shelves. The stacks here were filled with novels of the science fiction and fantasy variety, typically shunned by more of the kids crowding the halls. They wanted easy to digest drivel, romantic books with pictures of beefy dudes on the covers or gruesome crime thrillers, things you enjoyed but didn’t find very fulfilling. Or, worse still, was the lack of interest in reading all together, something you just couldn’t imagine. And perhaps that’s why you found the dusty vanilla-like aroma of pressed pages so relaxing. It transported you away from the frustrating reality of your actual life and into places in space and time that you would never be able to reach otherwise. Fingers tracing the laminated spines of stories from authors like LeGuin, Ruel and Lackey, Pratchett and Dick, it was hard to pick just one. Colorful covers of ancient monsters, sword wielding heroes or the collapsing cosmos called to you. Who were you to ignore the summons of such great material? So, most days around lunchtime, if someone was looking, which, let’s be honest, they weren’t, you could be found sitting on this particular piece of library floor with your back against the wall, your knees propping up one of a thousand different books that took you away to worlds where you could just be. Free of judgements and name calling and calorie counting. Free of feeling like a freak. Free to live as many fantastical lives as you possibly could all while sipping on the Slim-fast shake your mother insisted on making you drink or gnawing at an apple. It became such a habit, you taking refuge among the works of Tolkein and Bradbury, that the librarians stopped questioning your presence when the midday bell sounded. You’d just scoot past with a wave, weaving between the aisles until it was just you in your semi-sanctuary, seeking solace in the written words around you. No one paid attention one way or another which was just fine with you. On a day when you were fighting an army of Orcs at Helm’s Deep, worried about whether Gandalf would be good to his word, you found yourself pulled from Middle Earth by the brotherly bickering of two young voices, “It shouldn’t be that hard to find, Mike.” “I know it’s back here, ok Dustin? The index said 082-04, which should be-” startled, you scrambled to grab your stuff, which included the school’s copy of The Lord of the Rings and pushed to your feet quickly. It wasn’t about being caught, you weren't doing anything wrong by reading during your lunch hour; it was more about being exposed. If some underclassmen found you, then really, anyone could. Your private little book nook wasn’t as secret as you had hoped. You weren’t really paying attention as you jammed the remnants of your meager meal into the bottom of your bag, hurrying towards the front of the library. All you could see were the doors getting closer with each panicked step. Maybe that’s why you didn’t see the laughing, lean, leather wrapped body of Eddie Munson until it was entirely too late. — The library was not his scene. No fucking way. Nerds go to the school library. Dweebs, they write papers. Eddie? He smoked during class, sold drugs after lunch, rock ‘n rolled all night and partied everyday. But, if he wanted to graduate and wanted to actually put this hell hole in his rearview mirror, then Eddie “The Freak” Munson had to pass English. Miss Donahue had given him an out. Something, she said, which was typically reserved for her best students: extra credit. If he could read a book, any book he wanted and turn in a report that sounded even remotely like it explained the concept of the story, she’d pass him. Eddie was suspicious but appreciative. He also understood that the teachers here at Hawkins High were just as sick of seeing him kicking around these hallowed halls as he was of them. With this mutually beneficial arrangement in place, Eddie had thought long and hard about what book to pick. It was a daunting decision and not one to be taken lightly. He had opinions, strong, loudly vocalized opinions about the quality of the book he was willing to give his time and attention to. There were some smaller volumes, quick and easy reads, which would be a breeze for sure. Miss Donahue had suggested The Outsiders. That was a good one, Eddie reluctantly agreed, and a book he actually enjoyed. But he rejected it for this project since it sorta felt like a cheap choice as the movie had come out a couple years back. Nearly gagging, someone had suggested The Catcher in the Rye. Uh, no thanks. Not for Eddie. If he was going to pick up a book, it needed to speak to him, ya know? Really mean something. And it had to be interesting enough that he would be able to finish it so he could actually get his damn diploma. Days passed and he was starting to get desperate. He’d risked asking the Hellfire boys what they thought. Was there a novel worth tucking into that could help him pass but also be worth his time? Dustin, always the quickest, snarked, “Eddie the Banished, there’s only one tome that you need read.” “Yea? What’s that Henderson?” Rattling a D20 in his hand, digging the way it sounded when the hard plastic clicked against his rings, Eddie hadn’t bothered lifting his head.

“The Lord of the Rings.” Dustin reveled in the glory of this announcement, proud and smiling. Eddie blinked at him, his face unreadable, “So, you are suggesting that I re-read The Lord of the Rings for Miss Donahue?” With an ounce of appropriate trepidation, Dustin countered, “Is it such a bad idea? You’ve done it before. You know you like the story-” Cutting him off, Eddie slapped the die on the table with a thump, “Henderson, it’s the length of a bible.” “Ok, fair. But maybe just pick one of the volumes? I’m partial to Return of the King, myself.” Damn it. That was a good idea. And it meant that if Eddie didn’t get through the entire thing, he still had enough knowledge of the source material to write a paper decent enough for Miss Donahue. It’s just, he couldn’t let Henderson win that easily. “Hmm…” Circling the table where he held court over his loyal band of merry men, Eddie stroked his chin, contemplating the suggestion, “Ya know, it’s not a bad idea. It’s not a great one either, but-” stopping directly behind Dustin, his hands falling onto Hawaiian shirt covered shoulders, “-It’s The Fellowship of the Ring that is the right answer, Henderson.” Mike snorted, “When they meet the elves and shit?” Spinning on his high-top Reeboks, Eddie skipped to Mike’s side before squatting, “You got a problem with elves, Wheeler?” “Uh, no, no… It’s just… aren’t they a little, ya know, girlie?” “Would you call Legolas girlie? Would you call Thranduil girlie? Huh?” Nose to nose with the skinny freshman, Eddie didn’t relent, waiting him out until the kid conceded with a nod, “No. And besides Mikey-” ruffling the boy’s dark hair as he rose to standing, Eddie laughed over his shoulder, “Arwen is hot.” Gareth and the guys laughed at that, taking it in turns to high five their leader as Eddie resumed his seat at the head of their cafeteria table. Snapping his fingers, an idea came to him right then, one good enough that he announced in his sing-song voice, “Let’s go to the library.” A look passed between Mike Wheeler and Dustin that clearly questioned the sanity of their Dungeon Master. He was prone to overreaction, sarcastic comments and teasing in the loving way favored by older brothers the world over. And when Eddie wanted something, truly, madly, deeply, he was relentless in pursuing it. The boys had learned that loyalty and honoring commitments was paramount for the oldest senior in Hawkins High history. As his soldiers, the next generation of Hellfire Club was theirs to run and Eddie considered it his mission to ensure that kids stepping into his shoes were up to the task. And soldiers didn’t question their leader, not if they were hoping to avoid becoming the focus of one of Eddie’s wordy, wise-crack filled tangents. Dustin had already tossed the remains of his bologna and cheese sandwich onto the table, anticipating the direction Eddie was headed. Reluctant to cave so quickly, it was Mike who summoned the courage to ask, “Now? It’s lunch time.” “Yes, now, fellas. I need to check out my destiny!” Glumly discarding the remains of their lunch trays, the boys followed in Eddie’s wake, watching as he skirted past other members of the student body, his commentary colorful as always. Before too long they arrived at their destination, a mismatched trio with a mission. Dustin and Mike were no stranger to the knowledge center that was the Hawkins High library but this was new territory for Eddie, exotic and a bit enticing. In awe of the multitude that surrounded him, Eddie couldn’t help whispering worshipfully, “So many words.” “What was that?” Dustin had attacked the card catalog, riffling through the musty striped cards with expert precision.

“Nothing Henderson. Keep looking. If I gotta read this thing, I want to start today.” He was antsy and eager, excited for the new quest he was embarking on and keen to begin this literary campaign. Triumphantly pulling out the appropriate card, Dustin smiled widely, “Here it is!” Crestfall, Eddie’s face dropped, “That’s an index card.” “Yes, but it has the location of the book on it here, see?” Trying to show his older friend how to read the designation assigned to the piece of classical literature they were looking for was pretty pointless. He wasn’t going to search the racks for the book and he could care less about the Dewey Decimal System. “Cool, cool. Yea, so uh, what are you waiting for?” Eddie questioned, his eyebrows disappearing under the roughly cut fringe that framed his face. The question sent Dustin and Mike scurrying into the library’s inner recesses, eager to fulfill Eddie’s crusade. It made him chuckle, the way the young lads tore off, bickering brotherly while doing this errand for him. Looking around, Eddie would admit to a bit of curiosity about this particular library. He’d long enjoyed the town’s book repository; it was where he met so many of his favorite characters. Bilbo and Frodo, Arthur Dent, King Arthur and Merlin, plus a slew of others who showed Eddie a world beyond his own rusted trailer door. Drumming on the card catalog case, on the lookout for his minions, Eddie couldn’t help being distracted by the gaggle of cheerleaders gathered around a copy of People magazine, giggling about Tom Cruise. Their skirts were so short that he couldn’t be blamed for sneaking a peek, even if it didn’t really satisfy. Snorting derisively, he put his back to the scene. It seemed silly to be surrounded by so many stories and waste your time on a brag mag, but hey, to each their own. When he turned back to the row Dustin and Mike had cruised down it was too late. You slammed into him with your shoulder knocking your bag and all its contents all over the floor. “Whoa! Hey! Are you ok?” You heard his knees pop as he dropped down to help you clean up all your things. Embarrassment flooding through you took your ability to answer, so you settled instead on the hasty retrieval of your stuff, raising your eyes to Eddie’s with what you hoped was an imploring look on your face. Jamming everything back into your backpack, you pushed to your feet and left the room as fast as you possibly could, not looking back. “Hey! You forgot your-” but the rest of his statement faded as Eddie watched the library doors shut behind you. Left holding a well worn, well loved notebook, he turned it over, hoping to identify who you were so he could get it back to you. Clearly it was something you used regularly, the corners faded white and fraying, the spiral sticking out of the bottom too far. A mystery- that’s what this run-by library encounter truly was, one Eddie felt compelled to solve. What was your name? Eddie was certain he’d heard it before, maybe even been introduced to you properly, but his mind was drawing a blank. He had definitely seen you around, though. At The Hideout? No, that wasn’t right. But he knew your face, absolutely, and Eddie probably would have stayed there, crouched on the floor holding your missing college ruled notebook, until he solved the puzzle but around that time Mike and Henderson found him looking towards the library’s doors deep in thought. “What are you doing down there?” Leave it to Dustin to question everything. “Just getting a new perspective, Henderson. Did you get the book?” Reaching out a hand, Eddie was helped to standing by Mike who staggered from the effort. “Uh, no.” At least Henderson had the decency to look upset about giving him this news. Still Eddie couldn’t help pressing, “No?” “No. See our library has the entire book in one volume versus the three individual volumes, so-” Nodding now, understanding the root of the problem, Eddie rubbed the back of his neck as he talked to himself, “So, someone else is reading it?” It was Mike’s turn to interrupt. “That’s just it. It’s not checked out but it’s not on the shelf.” His eyes widened at the mystery he’d been present with. He sure as shit hadn’t taken the book, although that was exactly the kind of thing people expected of a guy like him. The boys shifted uneasily on their feet, unsure of what Eddie’s reaction would be, but, not for the first time, he surprised them both. Looking down at the notebook he was holding on to, your notebook which had flown the farthest during your collision, Eddie laughed deep in his chest, “That’s ok.” Dustin and Mike exchanged a worried look as Eddie snapped the notebook you had dropped against his open palm, his eyes on the door you’d bolted through. “But, what about your report?” Grinning now, Eddie flashed his faithful friends a wide, knowing smile, “Don’t worry about that, Henderson. I’ve got a side-quest to take on before we get to the main mission.” “Do you, uh, is there something you want us to do?” Mike was hoping the answer would be no. He had a phone date with his girl out in California planned for tonight and he hated to cancel. “No, Wheeler. This is a solo adventure. I got this one.” On cue the bell which signaled the end of lunch sounded. With appreciative handshakes to both Dustin and Mike, Eddie sent them on their way to class. He lingered in the library, opening your notebook, hopeful of finding your name out your name, at least. You hadn’t done him the favor of neatly printing your contact information on the inside cover, but you had left a clue or two. A receipt, folded at an angle gave the name of Making Tracks Record Shop. Lip pulling up at the corners, Eddie snapped his fingers. That’s it! That’s where he recognized you from! Sure, you weren’t the most outgoing sales clerk working for Keith, but you knew your stuff. In fact, glancing down at the purchase ticket, he was impressed. Iron Maiden, Metallica and Megadeth were all listed among your recent purchases. Hard core. Thumbing through the pages, it dawned on Eddie that what he had mistaken for a random set of Chemistry notes was actually more than that. Pages about characters, scenes, narrative work that went into descriptive details about things as small as the insignia emblazoned on someone’s saddle. It wasn’t just class work that you had left behind.

The second bell rang and Eddie realized he had a decision to make. He could go to class, fuck around, and goof off - or, he could cut and keep reading your story. If he did the latter he’d have the time to make a delivery or two before winding up at the record shop and hopefully running into you again.

When it was clear that no teacher was going to come looking for him, Eddie ducked back into your fictional world excitedly. From the first faintly written sentence, he was hooked. The story of a sad Queen, lonely and abandoned, who had to defend her kingdom while falling in love with foreign King. It had all the elements that got Eddie’s blood pumping: medieval knights, lovely but strong ladies and creatures of all shapes. Eddie got comfortable in one of the impossibly hard wooden seats, shielding himself with leather wrapped elbows on the table. You were a talented wordsmith and Eddie was hungry to learn about the fantastical world you were creating with sentences and commas. In his mind’s eye he could see you, the stoic, silent leader, looking for the perfect paramour and finding only monsters at your door. The King, well, you had outed yourself a bit by drawing Steve “The Hair” Harrington’s name on the once red cardboard cover and tracing a heart around it. He got it, really. The guy was a legend at Hawkins, but Eddie didn’t see what all the hype was about. Anybody could be rich and handsome. Broke and good looking, well that something that Eddie had figured out on his own!

It's just, that didn't seem right- the idea that your queen would settle for someone as boring as King Harrington. In fact, the more he read, the more Eddie saw a huge problem in your pages. There was no comedy, no funny business, no glee.

Where was the sidekick? The character with the great one liners, snarky but satirical, ready to quip the villains to death and banter playfully with the heroes? Who was responsible for breaking all your building dynamic tension? Far too fast, he heard the end of day bell sounding throughout the school, and he was genuinely sad about it. For the first time in years, Eddie Munson had stayed in school the entire day and that was solely because of you and your magical manuscript. Gently shutting the pages, he folded the notebook in half and lovingly tucked in the waistband of his jeans, under his jacket, to protect it. Smiling, he held the door open for some student stragglers, already imagining how happy you would be to see him that night. — It wasn’t until you threw your bag down on the rug of your bedroom floor that you realized what you had done. The filmy plastic wrap that covered the school’s copy of The Lord of the Rings crackled as you pulled it free, digging for your writing notebook. You knew you had it, you always did, it went with you everywhere, just in case inspiration struck.

Having left in such a rush, so embarrassed about smashing into Eddie “The Freak”, you’d cared more about getting out of the way then making sure you had all your things. Pair that with social panic at having to explain yourself to anyone, let alone the tall smart alec with tattoos, checking out the novel hadn’t crossed your mind. And now, well now, you were responsible for keeping it safe until you could return it to the library like a responsible citizen. Hopefully no one would notice it was missing. Gulping guiltily, you quickly tossed on your work uniform: black jeans and an uncomfortably tight electric green polo shirt with the words Making Tracks in thick black letters across your chest. Quite possibly the ugliest thing you had ever been forced to put on your body, you did it for the perks. Cheap music to add to your ever growing collection, first dibs on new releases and easy access to concert tickets when bands came anywhere near Hawkins. Sighing, you ran a hand through your hair in an attempt to tame some of the frizz that flared out around your face. It was no use. The mirror couldn’t lie. You were just you and that would have to do. Honestly, you didn’t care about how you looked at work- metalheads and Cure fans didn’t give one shit what you were wearing as long as you could help them get their hands on the tapes of their favorite groups. The pop princesses, though, they were the worst. Always looking for Madonna or the Top Gun soundtrack happened to be the very same people who cast skeptical glances and made rude comments. But you didn’t need to impress any of them. You just needed a paycheck. “You ready, kiddo?” Mom, trying to sound upbeat called out to you, knowing that you were due at Making Tracks Record shop downtown for your evening shift in twenty minutes. “Yea, just a sec!” During your break you planned to get a jump on your homework, so you hastily piled the needed textbooks into your bag, again noting the lack of your personal notebook. You didn’t really have the time to examine its absence, as the clock was ticking, so you let it go and headed down the stairs to your waiting mother. The hug she gave you was deep and long. Since losing your dad in the StarCourt fire last year, mom had become overly focused on you, “Gosh! Maybe we need to cut back on the sweets, huh? I can barely get my arms around you!” Your skin burned with hurt at the comment but you refused to give it voice. Instead you just agreed flatly, “Whatever you think is best.” It was easier than making her feel bad about making you feel bad and it wasn’t as if she registered your comment anyway. The ride to work was more of the same, mom prattling on and on about some new diet she’d seen on television. Exercise tapes to help tone and shape. Self improvement never hurt anyone, she said. “You’ll never find a man if you don’t have a figure! That’s how I caught your father!” “Mom! Gross! And I don’t want to catch anyone. I want-” Turning the taupe colored wheel sharply, she pulled into the parking spaces at the side of the building where you would spend the next six and a half hours, “You want something out of this world. I know. But honey, even space stations have weight limits.” With that lovely thought to keep you company, you popped open the door, not waiting for her to brake. Dipping into the backseat for your book bag, you thanked her mechanically, “Appreciate the ride mom! Thank you!” If she answered you didn’t hear it. Already tucking your chin to your chest, you made the short walk to the record store doors as fast as you could, not looking anyone in the eye. Skating past the manager, you tossed your stuff into your employee locker and punched in quickly. Throwing your name badge around your neck, you inhaled a deep breath, “Just let the music take you away.” It was your work mantra and it really did help. When you stepped back onto the floor, it was like a different person embodied your physical form. Confident, you knew where each album belonged, where each artist and genre ranked and what bands belonged together on a shelf. If someone asked you a question, the timidity of your daily existence was gone, you had the answers. You were large and in charge here, in this miniature music filled world, and no one could blow your house down. Keith, who you were pretty sure was trying to collect as many local retail name tags as possible, called you to the register as soon as he saw you pop out from the backroom. He was talking with a customer, someone he obviously knew pretty well, about Iron Maiden and when they were expected to come to Indianapolis that year. Kicking your beat up Keds against the bottom of the counter, you interrupted confidently, “They won’t be. They’re on a European tour right now, but I hear ‘87 might bring them back stateside.” With a smirk, Keith popped his chin your way, “Told you Munson. She knows everything.” Turning to face you full on, Eddie tilted his head, taking you in with an appreciative smile, “So she does!” Leaning across the shiny black counter, Eddie motioned for Keith’s ear, whispering, “Listen, Keith, is it cool if I borrow her for a minute?”

“Yea, sure, Munson.” And then Keith allowed himself to get distracted by a telephone call. “Hey, does uh… she get a say in this?” You asked defiantly, your hands finding your ample hips. Unsure of what Eddie might be after, you weren’t about to let Keith agree to anything without your input. Stepping into your space, Eddie’s taller figure leaning over yours, not imposing necessarily, but curious, “Of course she does! It’s just-” hovering now, his lips close enough to your cheek that the smell of weed and cigarettes and Big Red brushed over you, “-I found something that I think belongs to you and I… I want to return it.” His voice had dropped to a rumbling timber that the rational part of your brain knew meant bad news. Your libido though, that unsatisfied bitch, heard it and roared to life. Like a prickling sunburn every word that Eddie murmured ghosted over your skin bringing fresh heat to the surface. Somehow he’d managed to put your back to the register and was closing the narrow distance between you two. If Keith noticed anything funny happening he didn’t say anything, content to slap price tags on the new vinyl shipment that you would undoubtedly be responsible for putting out on the floor later on tonight. Swallowing thickly, you shifted your eyes, indicating the direction you planned to move and Eddie stepped back far enough that you could easily pass by. Trailing behind you, Eddie didn’t want to look at your ass, he really didn’t. But it was so round and full- juicy! That was a word he could use to describe your curvy figure. Every step you took was hypnotizing and Eddie couldn’t stop following the swing of your hips swaying from side to side as you lured him away from the front of the shop. Your thighs, encased in black denim, rubbed together just enough for him to know that he was getting to you. Eddie may not have been book smart according to the education council of Indiana, but he knew things. Oh yea, he knew when to push his advantage and when to hold out. When a girl needed a firm hand or wanted to take the lead. When a lady was into him, that was the easiest of all to identify… And you, little miss, were into him. He had no doubt. Coming to a short stop in front of the recently vacated listening booths, you faced Eddie, biting at the inside of your cheek. It was a nervous habit, and truthfully, this situation made you very very nervous. “You uh, you said you found something of mine?” The question was innocent enough, Eddie reckoned, but the way you looked up at him through your thick lashes was not innocent at all. Wide open doe eyes peered into his own, curious and questioning. Stuttering a bit, Eddie started, “Uh… yea. Yea. I think this-” pulling a folded over notebook from the back of his jeans, proud at bringing it back, “-I think this belongs to you.” Closing your eyes, you sucked in a deep breath as your fingers gripped the worn down cardboard cover littered with doodles and scribbled nonsense. You knew then that you had dumped it in the library that morning and Eddie Munson had collected it for you. Something like shame coursed through you and forced you to ask, “Did you- um, did you-” “Read it? Yea. A bit. It’s-” nervously rubbing the back of his neck, “-it’s really good.” He hadn’t relinquished the notebook yet. Maybe he wasn’t ready to let it go entirely, feeling a bit protective of the story he’d found written out on the college ruled pages. Or maybe he just really enjoyed the way you were looking at him with serious eyes and lips pouting just a tiny bit. You had never let anyone read anything that came out of your warped little mind. The judgment of others, the critiques that would come with allowing someone else access to your little story world filled you with anxiety. Yet, here was Eddie “The Freak” telling you that he liked your work. It was overwhelming. “Good?” Sputtering, you weren’t entirely sure how to respond. He didn’t seem to be kidding either. Covering your hand with his own, Eddie dropped down to your eye level, “Really good. I think your main character, well, she’s a badass, isn’t she?” “Um, well, she wants to be-” “And the King? He uh-” stepping around you now, Eddie tapped on the torn cover where a certain Hawkins High alumni’s name was scrawled in black marker, “-He’s not good enough for her.” Another bloom of humiliation broke open in your belly. The name Steve Harrington emblazoned on your writing notebook wasn’t a clue as to your inspiration so much as a direct reference. Now Eddie knew about that, too. Whipping your head around, needing to defend yourself, you emphatically whispered, “It’s not- um, see, he is just a stand in. A model for-” “You don’t have to justify it to me, sweetheart. King Harrington may be the ideal, but your queen, in my humble opinion, needs something more.” Dry as a desert, your mouth could barely form a reply, “And what’s that?” “A jester.” Side-eyeing Eddie you snorted, “A jester?” “Sure! A person who makes your queen laugh, only wants what’s best for her, and is willing to go out on a limb to make sure she gets it.” Chuckling, you shook your head. It wasn’t an idea that had ever entered into your thinking, but that didn’t mean it was bad feedback. “Eddie, my story is-” “Stuck.” He arrogantly answered for you, leaning away from you in case you decided to swing at him. “Excuse me?” The flash of anger shot through you again. The audacity. The straight frustrating nerve of Eddie Munson to tell you what your story lacked. How dare he? Tapping the notebook where your story unfolded, he added, “You haven’t written anything new in days, maybe weeks. So you’re-” shrugging his denim and leather clad shoulders knowingly, “-stuck.” And he was right, which was the worst part. It had taken Eddie Munson all of five hours to out your writer’s block and then boldly offer a solution to your story’s key problem. Jerking your notebook back, finally reclaiming ownership, you licked over your bottom lip, “Ok, Munson. Let’s say you’re right. Let’s say I have a… plotting problem. What makes you think your answer is the right one?” Stopping long enough to let the chains on his belt still, Eddie surveyed you seriously, “I don’t know if I’d say it’s the right one, doll, but I know my way around uh, let’s call it story management. Every campaign of mine starts out with an ending, a conclusion. The fun part-” he was almost nose to nose with you now, those big brown eyes peering playfully into your own, as he sucked his bottom lip between his teeth, “-is how you get there.” “What, uh, what is my conclusion, Mr. Storyteller?” You didn’t want to sound so weak but your voice was barely a whimper when it should have been a shout. Something about this guy, his energy, just made you soft. “Love. Sex. Romantic nonsense that chicks your age dig. Happy endings with pretty boys like King Harrington.” Ticking them off on his ring clad fingers as if it was a mundane shopping list, you watched with the wicked way his lips curled into a grin, unable to keep yourself from staring. Caging you under his outstretched arm, the heat of his body wrapping around you, you were forced to tilt your chin up in an effort to maintain eye contact. The rough collar of your uniform top parted enough that he could look down your shirt and Eddie hated that he liked looking so much. Your large breasts crammed together under the professionally embroidered polyester, rising and falling with each shallow breath, deserved better in his opinion. Your pillowy lips, parted perfectly, were made to be kissed, and he raised his hand high enough to brush the calloused pad of his thumb across the bottom one, just to see what you’d do. Croaking out a curse, you squeezed your eyes together, “Eddie…” It was an exhaled echo of the word that was swirling around your brain and the only sound you could commit to in the moment. “Yea, sweetheart? You got something you wanna say?” Fluttering open, you stared up at him, undone and overwrought. You opened your mouth, hoping to regain some traction both mentally and physically but were cut short. “Hey! Munson? You’re still here?” Keith, still safe behind the register, called out to the nearly empty space. But Eddie didn’t budge. Still using his arm to support his weight, his dark gaze set on you, he answered, “I sure am! Just be another second with our record store Queen.” And the way he emphasized your title sent a fizzing firework through your belly. “Well, hurry up man. I need some-” lowering his shout to a loud whisper, “-size eight green jeans, ya know?” “Give me a minute, man. I’ll take care of you.” At those last words, Eddie risked touching you again, pushing a thick shock of hair behind your ear so he could see your face. When you nuzzled your cheek into his hand he knew you were a goner. Hell, maybe he was too. “Come out with me tonight. There’s a battle of the bands at The Hideout. You like music as much as it looks like you do, then, you should be there.” If You Go with Eddie to The Hideout, Click Here! If You Don’t Go with Eddie, Continue Here!

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chlodoll · 1 year

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my top albums (and songs) of 2022 (with some links to my fav performances 😆)

1. le sserafim - antifragile | the live performances are so damn good! | antifragile, impurities, good parts

2. sabrina carpenter - emails i can’t send | i love when i can just depend on an artist to always put out good albums | nonsense, tornado warnings, bad for business, already over, emails i can’t send, because I liked a boy

3. 4*town - turning red ost | this boy group is everything | nobody like u

4. red velvet - birthday | a hit after some misses | bye bye, on a ride

5. sza - sos | it just came out but idc | nobody gets me, f2f, conceited, shirt, gone girl, kill bill, smoking on my ex pack, good days, blind

6. beyoncé - renaissance | hey, look at us! who would’ve thought? not me! now if only we could get the visuals... | church girl, america has a problem, alien superstar, cozy, plastic off the sofa, virgo’s groove, energy

7. taylor swift - midnights | here i am again riding for one of blondies albums | lavender haze, paris, sweet nothing, glitch, bigger than the whole sky

8. rm - indigo | it feels like the last archive of my 20s too... damn | closer, wildflower, yun, still life, change pt.2, lonely

9. flo - the lead | i have loved seeing their rise this year | cardboard box, immature, summertime

10. nayeon - im nayeon | my girl! | love countdown, candyfloss, no problem, pop!, sunset

11. summer walker - still over it | it came out in 2021, i know, but i really wasn’t vibing until 2022 | circus, bitter, insane, no love, 4th baby mama,

12. new jeans - new jeans | i got my braids and i’ve been flipping my hair like they do in attention all the time haha | hype boy, hurt, attention

13. jhope - jack in the box | this is so him... and i saw it performed live?! | arson, safety zone, more, what if

14. encanto ost | i was so scared this would get on my spotify wrapped lolll | what else can i do?, we don’t talk about bruno, surface pressure

15. harry styles - harry’s house | no one is more disappointed than me, but he did something here | satellite, daydreaming, keep driving, late night talking, daylight

16. euphoria ost | shut up i know... and when s3 comes out i will be back playing the songs everyday | all for us, still don’t know my name, formula, nate growing up, forever, i’m tired, elliot’s song

other songs i was obsessed with:

black panther: wakanda forever - con la brisa (foudequesh), alone (burna boy) interlude (stormzy), no woman no cry (tems) | bts - run bts, yet to come, left and right (jungkook and charlie puth), stay alive (jungkook), the astronaut (jin), bad decisions, dreamers (jungkook) | chlöe - treat me, surprise | fka twigs - jealousy (feat. rema), oh my love, tears in the club (feat. the weeknd), papi bones (feat. shygirl) | glorilla - tomorrow (with cardi b) | gracie abrams - block me out, better | ice spice - bikini bottom | ive - love dive, after like | jessie ware - free yourself | latto - it’s givin, sunshine, big energy, wheelie (feat. 21 savage), like a thug (feat. lil durk) | loona - pale blue dot | kelsea ballerini - heartfirst | marren morris - circles around this town, background music | megan thee stallion - budget (feat. latto), not nice, her, plan b, sweetest pie (with dua lipa) | muni long - hrs & hrs | omar apollo - want u around (feat. ruel), hijo de su madre, tamagotchi, archetype, hey boy (feat. kali uchis) | paramore - this is why | red velvet - bamboleo, beg for me | stayc - run2u, same same | suki waterhouse - moves, good looking | taeyeon - some nights, sirens, invu, weekend, timeless | twice - talk that talk, brave

#chlo2022

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allurespring · 2 years

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Welcome, please have a seat ✺ 𓈒 𓆇 ˚⁎ 🫖 ⁺˳

Greetings, lovely souls. Herewith, I, Kayla Evangeline will be the storyteller to help you know more about me. First and foremost, you may address me as Kayla or if some idea to address me flashes in your mind, you may call me using the preferred nickname long as it doesn’t offend anyone. 🏹 🪞

I am legal and I identify myself with feminine pronouns therefore please use she/her when referring to me. I have Leo as my sun sign … Libra as my moon and Gemini as my rising 🎐 for long as I remember I have ESFJ as my MBTI type but sadly I haven’t had the chance to take the test again. I must not forget to include that my hogwarts house is Gryffindor.

I am an RP writer that currently use Jennie as my muse, if you wish to know my handle or become mutuals there do leave me a notice!

My interests 🩰🕯️. ♡ᰍ

I love reading! I mostly read novels in my spare time, I'm into romance fiction and psychological books! and by this I hope you won't mind seeing me rambling about my favorite characters <3

I fancy writing as well, although I still lack in some aspects I enjoyed pouring my heart into the paper. If you’d like to see my works, you can check my medium

Kitchen is a sacred place they say and although I am no professional cook nor I have ever taken a cooking lesson but I’m interested into making dishes or dessert. I mostly cook healthy and efficient packed meals in a small portion. I also bake in my spare time with the help of her majesty, mum.

A huuuge MCU, manhwa, and animanga fan! I love captain america and doctor strange the most out of all marvel characters. For anime I mostly watch jujutsu kaisen, haikyu, re-main, spy x family, and fruits basket.

For music, I listen to every genre that fits to my ears. I am an avid listener of BTS, BLACKPINK, Enhypen, IVE, stayc, Taylor Swift, Justin Bieber, Ariana Grande, keshi, lauv, lany, jeremy zucker, ruel, NIKI, Fourtwnty, Rendy Pandugo, Tulus, Raisa, Rara Sekar, Isyana, and many more. If you would like to listen to my playlist, feel free to check my Spotify

I am a huge fashion enthusiast. I set my bars high on designer products that you can ever think of therefore you might see fashion related contents a lot on my timeline.

Where did we meet?

here are the list of agencies, squads, and group DMs that I have participated in.

The 4395, Petals

The Adolescents, KID00Z, 99cents, 98-99z, 2016 debut year, GDM mixue

La petit bakery, Monochrooms, The Brooks Club, La’Terrarium, dissnewclub, 22 Officers, Dittours

Jennie of Soonday Club, Jennie of yum_mm_my, Hyewon of 7 Days of Dreams, Karina of Stereo Midnights, Cherry of Above Ordinary, Bella Swan of Legally Starring

Note 🕰️ ୨ ⊹ ۫ .

My account is a safe palace for everyone to visit, whether to chit chat, to stay, or to sip a tea. I have no restrictions regarding my account thus I accept and welcome everyone here.

Love, Kayla Evangeline

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wolfboy88 · 1 year

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Tagged by the lovely @maplefire18

Rules: tag 10 people or as many as you can to get to know better

Relationship status: Single

Favorite color(s): Red

Song stuck in my head: Well, after watching the Wolf Pack finale, that haunting rendition of Can't Fight the Moonlight by Hales Corner

Last song I listened to: Dazed & Confused by Ruel

Three favorite foods: Pizza, Cake and Ice-cream

Last thing I googled. Definition of a Druid

Dream trip: Hawaii or Greece

Anything I want right now: some decent sleep would be nice

Tagging @ksbbb @ruthless-rainbow @sydney-winchester @mmoosen @theoceanismyinkwell @waterloou @thiamsxbitch @shinigamimailjeevas @marrowbite @metagalacticx

#ask games #answered

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flyingporter · 1 year

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Welcome to the Empire City, [PORTER DARON]. We hope you are finding everything okay because we know that this city can be difficult to explore. We heard that you are a/an [THIRTY] year old who is a/an [RETIRED FIGHTER PILOT/AIRCRAFT MECHANIC] and identifies as [HE/HIM], is that true? If so it totally makes sense since people would associate [GROWING UP IS _____. BY RUEL] with you. You’ve been here since [HIS WHOLE LIFE] and nobody has told you that you look exactly like [TYLER POSEY]?!

(tw; death, PTSD, war, drugs )

History;;

Porter Rafael Daron was born into a fairly well off family that had worked hard for the life they had.

He has an older sibling and a younger one, making him the middle child.

Being the kid of a Doctor and a Lawyer the bar was set high for the Daron children, and his sibling rose to the occasion.

Porter did not.

He was far too rebellious, constantly picking fights at school, being the class clown, smoking weed under the bleachers, anything to give him the attention he wants, and boy did he love attention.

Being in such an environment so strict he felt caged in, needing to be free, wanting to see the world beyond this city.

When his dad got sick it rocked the family, he set to graduate the next summer.

After his dad passed it was like someone hit the factory reset button and he immediately got his act together, feeling guilty he’d never done anything to make his dad proud before.

He picked up his grades and graduated with his sight set on a nursing program in Boston, giving him somewhere to travel but not too far from his family.

During school he met his Hunter, feeling like he needed to do things right he proposed on graduation day and shortly after they moved in together.

Unfortunately it didn’t take long for the itch to be free began to hit him again.

Without more than a letter left on the counter Porter packed a bag and left his fiancé to join the air force.

Porter found so much joy and solace in flying, he’d never felt more free in his entire life.

For the first time in his life he felt like he had somewhere he belonged, he fit in well with everyone and made friends easily.

During one of his flights his squad fell under fire and his plane went down.

By what he could only think of was sheer luck, he managed to survive with a fractured leg but overall in okay shape.

It took eight hours for them to find him and because of how he broke his leg he needed to have surgery.

Porter underwent surgery but things didn’t go well and he ended up needing two more to fix him properly.

With that much going on with his leg he was required to get physical therapy.

Porter was sent back home to New York in his moms house so he could have help navigating while doing his physio.

Eventually he worked hard and got his mobility back up and he was itching to return to the Air Force.

He went back for two months before he was diagnosed with PTSD and honorably discharged.

Once he got home and knowing he couldn’t go back he fell into a slump and heavily leaned on his closest friends to help lift his spirits.

He started to get back into a party boy lifestyle, doing some party drugs on weekends and getting stoned most days.

For now he’s not working as he’s still living at home, with not much desire to do more than the bare minimum.

Headcanons;;

Bisexual

Scorpio

Loves to fly, it’s his biggest passion, but he hasn’t flown in a few months, scared to.

He suffers from PTSD and copes by smoking weed

Loves to go out and party

Porter is a clown, he loves being goofy and making other people smile.

#EMPIRE.INTRO #bio

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popentertainmentconcertreviews · 10 months

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Ruel & Carlie Hanson – The 9:30 Club – Washington, DC – June 13, 2023

Ruel and Carlie Hanson filled the place on their second sold-out DC show accompanying his most recent album, 4th Wall. After lining up around the block, fans eagerly packed into the venue waiting for the night to begin.

The show started off with an incredible set from Carlie Hanson. She began her set with “Back In My Arms,” “Illusion,” and “608.” Her energy was incredible from beginning to end as her beautiful vocals rang through the venue. She engaged with the crowd through the entire set, and it was clear that both she and the crowd were having so much fun.

At around 9:00, the lights went low and Ruel took the stage! His band came out first, dressed in matching 4th Wall jumpsuits as Ruel’s intro played out. The stage was decorated beautifully with numerous plants, creating a great atmosphere from the very beginning. As Ruel took the stage, his remarkable vocals soared through the venue and the crowd went wild. He began his set with “Go On Without Me,” “Growing Up Is ____,” and “You Against Yourself.” He was met with cheers from the crowd as they sang loudly to every word of every song.

Ruel came out with so much energy, as he commanded the stage making sure to use every inch of it throughout his performance. His set continued with “Say It Over,” “Sitting In Traffic,” and “If And/or When.” He interacted with the crowd well throughout the set, and the chemistry he had with his band made for an incredible performance. The crowd continued to sing loudly as he sang a cover of “Night Changes” by One Direction and performed his verse on his remix of “Golden Hour” by JVKE.

To end the set, Ruel did “Someone Else’s Problem,” “Dazed & Confused,” “Painkiller,” “The End Scene,” and finished with an encore of “I Don’t Wanna Be Like You.” Smiles could be seen on everyone’s faces in the crowd as three large beach balls were thrown in and around the venue, adding even more energy to the show!

Overall, both Ruel and Carlie Hanson put on an incredible show. Both sets were filled with so much energy and excitement, and they without a doubt gave the crowd a night to remember. Make sure to catch a Ruel show when he’s in your city, and don’t forget to stream his latest.

Emma Fox

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looye29 · 1 year

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packedwithpackards · 2 years

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Examining the sources of the Plymouth Colony Pages [Part 24]

Thomas W. Baldwin, Vital Records of Deerfield Massachusetts, to the Year 1850 (Boston: 1920).

Laurel O’Donnell has, on her website, compiled an index of this book, which is all digitized like the version on the Internet Archive. As a result, no Packards are listed as born there, but the following Packards are married there:

PACKARD, Esther P. of Shelburn, and Caleb A. Cooley, int. Mar. 27, 1839. Polly and Truman Meekins of Williamsburg, Nov. 25, 1825. Sally and Russell Meekins of Williamsburgh, int. Sept. 10, 1824. Sultana and William Arms, int. Apr. 13, 1849. Theophilus (Jr., int.), Rev., of Shelburn, and Elizabeth P. Ware, May 21, 1839. C.R.2. Timothy and Rebecca Warren of Conway, int. Apr. 29, 1828.

And the following Packards die there:

PACKARD, Ruel F., s. of Alvah and Fannie, July 26, 1839, a. 7 y. 9 mo. G.R.9. Wright (Alvah W., S. of Alvah and Fannie, G.R.9), Sept. 22, 1848, a. 22 y. (Sept. 23. G.R.9.)

That's all for the Packards in that book.

Note: This was originally posted on Apr. 27, 2018 on the main Packed with Packards WordPress blog (it can also be found on the Wayback Machine here). My research is still ongoing, so some conclusions in this piece may change in the future.

#packards #genealogy #family history #genealogy research #lineage #deerfield #massachusetts

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