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Soon and Sooner | Finnick Odair x Reader

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Summary: Finnick makes his way back to you after the arena separated the two of you last night. He is worried about your safety in a place as cruel as this, but he knows in his heart he'll see you soon again. Turns out it wasn't exactly the reunion he had hoped for.

Content Warnings / Tags: Angst, violence, blood, wounds, mentions of death, hurt with no comfort, no use of y/n

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: I don't know how to write long fics I'm sorry, but enjoy this piece of heartbreak that's been stuck in my head xx

Whether or not today was a good day depends on at what point of that day you asked. Finnick was alone, as alone as someone can be in the arena. He wonders at which point a greater plan is at work, and at which point it's a coincidence, but the more he thinks about it, the less he wants to. Maybe you had been separated on purpose, singling everyone out for a carefully curated show, maybe this was simply how things were meant to be. It doesn't matter either way, he tells himself, because he'll find his way back to you soon enough

The leaves rustled around him, and if he had been home the melody would have calmed him, but not here. It wasn't relaxing in the same way a breeze is on a summer day by the lakes, not serene any longer. In the arena it only put him on the edge further, dangerously close to the edge. He had last seen you yesterday, having no choice but to go in opposite directions. But that wasn't what worried him, because he knows how to find his way back, recalls the direction of the rendezvous you were probably waiting at already, all he had to do was get there too.

So he went on, only taking small breaks to refill his water, check his surroundings, make sure he would live to be with you once more. As the day passed and he got closer to his destination, he found himself growing negligent, deciding to worry later about the cut on his leg from the thick branches, not bothering to thread carefully over the ground anymore. He was growing restless, desperate.

It didn't take long for Finnick before he could already see the beach coming closer, determination carrying him far. With every step closer he couldn't deny his growing worry, his worry for you. He knew for sure you had survived the attack yesterday, your picture had not been shown in the sky and he had felt relieved, but this morning there was  a cannon, and he had no idea who that belonged to. He thinks he would know, somehow, if it had been you, that his heart was so irrevocably tied to yours he would have felt the string being cut, but that doesn't stop him from wondering, what if it had been you. What if you had been left with a fatal wound that claimed your life after hours of agony, what if there had been another attack, what if-. No, he would know, and he knows he'll see you again soon, so he continues on.

As he turned through the clearing, he could see you standing there, laughing at some joke Johanna had made. The two of you had always had a soft spot for each other, finding family in even the most dire of circumstances. As he finally saw you, the band around his heart released, no longer being tugged at with every step he took. As he finally got closer to you, he called out for you, knowing you’d reach out for him with the same amount of vigor. As he finally reached out for you, so close to having you in his arms once more, he was lost in the sight of you turning around, beaming at him, only for your expression to drop faster than his heart could. He hadn’t even seen it, hadn’t even thought about it, his sole focus on finding you. If he had paid more attention he might have remembered that he was not alone in this arena, that there were people here hunting you, that he was sharing delicate secrets by shouting them loudly, his mind too clouded by its current storm to even begin predicting the next.

He blinked once, twice, but your eyes were wide, no hesitation as you rushed forward. His mind tricking him with a false narrative of ease in a moment where he should have known better. You rushed for him, and he expected the sweet relief of holding you in his arms, but all you did was reach for his shoulders, spinning him around and out of the path of the tribute he could now see retreating back into the forest. He should have known better than to get lost in the euphoria of your presence, you’d always lecture him for it, ranting about how you’re not worth dying for. As he looked back over to you, expecting you to tell him exactly that and kiss him when he’d promise not to do it again, he wasn't smiling anymore either. His bubble shattered into pieces like the sand he was standing on, joining it in hopes that never came to be.

It was as if you hadn't blocked the hit at all, as if the dagger had found its way into his heart regardless. At first he didn't even see it, too caught up in the look of pain on your face, too determined to fix it for you, but he looked down to see he had assigned himself an impossible task.

He felt like a statue, ever forced to watch the violence of mankind without means of intervering. He wanted to envelop you in his arms and whisper assurances to you, but he was too scared that his white lies would be too crimson from the blood that was dripping down onto the beach. The beach, a place that held so many memories of the both of you, now forever stained by this single day.

Simple seconds ticked by, time he once thanked, betraying him. You dropped to the ground like a wave collapsing in on itself, holding a power too great that must now be returned. And the moment it did, the second your now limp body hit the sand beneath you, finding its final destination, he screamed once more. Maybe it was the shock being forced to wear off too soon, maybe it was the denial he didn't want to leave, but the sight before his own eyes was one he could no longer ignore.

He rushed for you, sliding onto his knees as he reached for you, shouting in agony for you to stand back up, to smile at him and cup his jaw like you always did when he was worried. He yelled at those around him, the people he called his friends, doing nothing to save you. And if he had been paying more attention, he would have heard the cannon just like them, would have heard the sound signaling it no longer mattered, because you were already gone. If he had been level headed he would have known that he was only attracted more attention from the other tributes out there, not that it would have mattered, he would have gladly stayed here for them to kill him, maybe he would have even wished for it, because his world would forever be incomplete without you. He would spend eternity searching for you even if he knew it was fruitless, because to him, you were absolutely worth dying for. Not that you’d let him, you would have never let him, you would lay down your own life before letting him sacrifice his, but he could do without the cruel reminder. 

Yes, he should have realized it was too late, but he couldn't, he couldn't hear anything other than the ringing in his ears from how loud he was screaming for you, desperate for you to comfort him, already longing to feel your fingers sifting through his hair, the one thing that calmed him down when nothing else could. He could feel someone reaching out to him, and he wished they were here to let him join you, wondering if you’d ever forgive him if he indulged the thought. But the touch didn’t bring relief, it was simply another painful truth trying to pull him into a now worthless world. 

He could hear them now, hear them talking about having to move, about getting him to move, it only made him cling to you harder. He could no longer feel your muscles confulsing in slight twitches against his fingers, the stillness was unsettling, but he wouldnt dare let go.

If only he could see the rose flush disappearing from your cheeks, the glimmer in your eyes fading to join the others amongst the stars, here you were, finally in his arms again, but he didn’t enjoy the feeling like he thought he would, here you were, reunited yet never having been able to say hello, never even being able to say goodbye. He wonders if he shouldn't have stopped to drink water from the stream he had passed, thinks about how he could have walked faster, not worried about a time limit he hadn’t even known existed, he ponders the possibilities from each and every second that had separated the two of you, every breath he took without you and every breath he’ll take longing for you now, wishing you’d be there to take it from him. Every step he took and every step he’ll be taking wishing you were at the end of it. 

He had been so sure he would see you soon, that you were still here because he could simply feel it, this time he felt it. He felt the connection being severed, and would spend the rest of his life holding on to his end of it. Would wonder for eternity what would happen if he'd only gotten here sooner.

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flower therapy

masterlist

summary: after being rescued from the capitol’s torturous clutches, your boyfriend, finnick odair, assists you with recovering from haunting memories and ptsd.

pairing: finnick odair x reader

warnings: finnick being major boyfriend material, soft reader, mentions of torture, ptsd, panic attack, hurt/comfort, fluff

notes: the way i lowkey triggered myself into a panic attack while writing this?? i’m okay now though 😀

word count: 1.3k

Post-traumatic stress mental rehabilitation. That is what the psychiatric doctors of District Thirteen suggested after you were rescued from being captured and tortured in the Capitol. Their methods sounded daunting and all too familiar—sterile white rooms, memory flash cards, persistent strangers who would force you to relive your trauma so you could 'work through it'.

Finnick did not like the sound of that one bit. So, he offered an alternative.

Post-traumatic stress mental rehabilitation. The label was a mouthful. Finnick preferred to call it "flower therapy". Twice a week, you and Finnick were authorised to spend two hours above ground where you would sit in a nearby meadow, make daisy chains, and occasionally open up about what happened in the Capitol.

You liked to call it "the power of flowers". Stupid, but saying it always formed a little smile on your face and there was no harm in simple joy considering the cruelties you had endured. Most of the time, you were silent and would lie in Finnick's arms while making flower crowns. He was always patient; he understood you needed time. Day after day, he proved his unconditional love, and you thanked the universe for blessing you with such an incredible man.

"Oh no," you whispered.

"What is it?"

You dangled your broken daisy chain in front of you and Finnick.

"Oh no," he echoed.

Your back rested against his chest and his arms enveloped your body as he held his own effortlessly crafted yellow chain in your lap. Apparently, years of weaving fishing nets creates a master of making daisy chains.

"Here," he said, positioning his own flower crown on your head. "Beautiful."

Smiling, you turned your head to face him. "I'm going to tell everyone I made it."

The flowers sat like a golden halo atop your head, beaming just as bright as the smile Finnick had bloomed at the sight of you. Beauty was everything that you were; not just outwardly, but within the confines of your mind too. Flowers and sunlight were interwoven with your soul, making up the essence of who you were—loving and warm-hearted. One of the many reasons Finnick had fallen in love with you.

He would forever want to remain in your garden, tending to and protecting every petal that blossomed.

His thumb swiped affectionately across your cheek. "Of course you are, you thief," he murmured, grinning. "You owe me."

Your stomach flooded with butterflies and you leaned in, tenderly kissing him with soft pink lips. Finnick cupped your cheek, stroking the baby hairs of your hairline with his fingers as he smiled against your mouth. Even your lips tasted like sweet nectar to him.

After you pulled away, you settled back into his embrace, sinking into those arms that shielded you from any and all harm.

"Okay, I suppose you're forgiven," Finnick said, the smile present in his voice.

You toyed with his fingers while wearing a glowing smile of your own, his arms lovingly wrapped around your body. Oh, you loved him so endlessly.

As the sun began to lower, a mixture of orange and pink clouds blanketed the sky. The trees surrounding the meadow cast large shadows throughout the area, making it appear much darker than it really was. A subtle shift in the once tranquil atmosphere rippled through the meadow, happiness now becoming a distant and unreachable feeling.

The broken daisy chain crumpled in your hands no longer shined in the sun like a beautiful mess. It instead looked tangled. Chaotic. Darkened by the dimming light and transformed into something sinister that resurfaced haunting memories of the Capitol—twisted IV tubes filled with unknown substances, chains that removed layers of skin, decaying white roses that covered the floor of your cell.

Heaviness clutched at your heart, suffocating you from within.

Finnick sensed the sudden shift, loosening his hold around you as he whispered, "What's wrong?"

"I—I don't know," you stammered, the air thinning around you.

The wilting daisies started to taint your hands with darkness, creeping slowly up your arms and causing them to tremble. Finnick, who noticed your fixation on the daisy chain, gently took the flowers from your grasp and set them aside.

It was too late; the panic had already set in.

He turned your body to the side in his lap, forcing you to face him. Your eyes flickered with worry. No amount of pain could compare to the heartbreak he felt seeing you like this.

"Hey. Hey, look at me," he urged, his tone soothing. "Breathe with me, alright? In..." He inhaled deeply through his nose. "And out."

But it was no use. Air was caged within your lungs, burning like fiery hot whirlwinds inside your chest. It was all you could do to force rapid shallow breaths out of your mouth.

"No, no!" A tear fell from your eye as you fervently shook your head. "Finn, I ca—I can't."

"Yes, you can, baby," he said, pushing aside the hair that obscured your vision. His eyes searched the area, looking for anything that could help distract your frantic mind. That is when he spotted a small flock of birds perched on one of the tree branches, instantly recognising their black feathers and sharp beaks. "Look. See those birds? They're mockingjays."

Finnick pointed up at the tree, gaining your attention which then shifted to the birds that were gawking down at you with curious tilting heads. Mockingjays. Katniss. Rebellion. Hope. You focused all your attention on the little black birds and listened to Finnick's reassuring voice.

"They'll repeat any tune you make," he continued, his hand rubbing soothing circles on your back. "Can you do that for me? Try and whistle something for them?"

Attempting to control your ragged breathing, you jerkily nodded. Songs from the world before the war overtook your mind. At first, it was overwhelming as your mind scrambled for a suitable melody, fuelling your panicked state. But then you heard something familiar and focused on the familiar tune, one that was from your childhood.

Hush-a-bye, don't you cry,

Go to sleep, my little baby,

When you wake you shall have,

All the pretty little horses.

It was a lullaby your mother sang whenever you were upset. Seemed fitting considering the situation. You managed to whistle the first few notes, albeit a little wobbly of course, hardly noticing the air that was starting to flow more freely into your lungs.

"That's it, sweet girl."

Once the mockingjays began echoing the song throughout the forest—far more beautifully than your broken whistles—you continued the melody until the end. When you finished, the birds continued to repeat the tune, singing your mother's lullaby over and over in the trees of District Thirteen.

Whilst sat cradled in Finnick's embrace, you quietly hummed along as he stroked soft patterns on your arm. Darkness and pain were long forgotten now. Your body no longer trembled with fear nor did your breathing. Memories of the Capitol's brutality were locked away and hidden in the back of your mind, diligently guarded by the man whose arms you lay in.

Golden beams filtered through the tree trunks; the sun was now lowered enough to let the warm light in, illuminating both you and Finnick. He pressed a gentle kiss to your temple, wrapping you up even tighter in his arms now that he was certain the worst had passed.

You clutched onto his arm and blew out a final stabilising breath, finding comfort in the strength and protection he held. The side of your head rested against his chest, the beats of his heart harmonising like a drum with the mockingjays' song.

You wanted to apologise but knew his response would be dismissive. You wanted to tell him how deeply you loved and appreciated him but knew your words would fail you.

So, you remained silent.

"You're safe," Finnick whispered into your hair. "Right here, right now. I promise."

Right here, right now, you repeated in your mind. In Finnick's arms, you were safe. You were loved.

tags: @tayrae515

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call me dad// tony stark

pairing: dad!tony stark x daughter!reader

warnings: mentions of injury, death of a parent, mentions of abortion, time jumps, shitty ending

summary: when tony first met his daughter she wanted nothing to do with him but when she thought she lost him she realises just how much he means to her

REQUEST

Being the child of a single parent is hard. But losing that parent is even harder. But what is even harder is finding out that the person you now have to live with is the one person who couldn’t have cared less about you in the past 15 years of your life. 

This is what happened to Y/N after her mother died. It was hard for her losing her mother but it was even harder when her case worker told her she would be living with her father over her grandparents as they believed they were not suitable to raise a child due to their age and health. Y/N had never met her father, she only knew about him because her mother would tell her stories of how they met and how everything was before his parents died, she would also use him as an example to her daughter on how to not be treated by a man, to show her daughter you can be successful and raise a child. 

//

Tony was stood in the living room at Stark Tower looking at the folder he had been given by Coulson when his phone rang.

“Hello”

“Hi, is this Mr Stark?”

“It is? Can I ask who’s calling”

“Of course, my name is Tia. I’m calling from Child Protective Services, it’s regarding your daughter”

“Umm, I think you have the wrong number. I don’t have a daughter” Hearing the word daughter caught Tony off guard, he doesn’t have a daughter there is no way he could. 

“Well do you know a Miss Stephanie Taylor?” That name. He hadn’t heard that name in over 15 years, of course he thought about her on occasion but not since Pepper. 

“Umm yes, why is she relevant”

“Well, I hate to be the one to tell you this Mr Stark but she passed away a few days ago and she has a daughter”

Tony was shocked to hear she had passed, but why was CPS telling him this. To say he was confused was an understatement. 

“I’m sorry but why are you telling me this I haven’t spoken to Stephanie for over 15 years”

“That’s the thing, she has a 15 year old daughter”

As soon as Tony heard those words he almost fell over, immediately he knew why they were telling him this but none of it made sense how the hell does he have a child…

//

“It’s only me honey” Tony called entering Stephanie’s flat that he had a key too. 

As Tony walked through the flat he was confused, normally as soon as he walks through the door he is being jumped on by his girlfriend but this time there was no sign of her. 

“Honey, where are you”

“I’m in the bathroom” He heard a small voice call out breaking slightly.

As he walked through to the bathroom the sound of sniffles and whimpers became slightly louder.

“Hey, what’s going on? What’s got my girl so upset” Tony said sitting next to Stephanie on the floor, causing her to rest her head on his shoulder.

“Tony, I’m pregnant” Stephanie said to him looking up at him slightly

“Oh, is that what’s got you all worked up, it’s going to be okay I promise”

“But I don’t think I want to keep it, we are too young, you’ve just lost your parents and we just aren’t ready”

“Breathe baby, it’s your body so you do whatever you need to do okay and I’ll be with you no matter what you choose” Tony said pressing a kiss against Stephanie’s forehead.

2 weeks later…

It had been 2 weeks since Stephanie had found out she was pregnant although she hadn’t decided what she was going to do about it. It’s such a big decision for the two of them. There was a part of Stephanie that wanted to keep the baby, she had always wanted a baby but just not right now, well it wasn’t planned to be right now. 

Stephanie walked into the party Tony had decided to throw for no reason but because he wanted a party which was very normal for him. Stephanie was wearing a deep red silk dress with a low back and a v-neck, and as she entered the room she was immediately looking for Tony. She needed to talk to him about their situation and it had to happen now she needed to get it off her chest. 

She turned the corner and saw Tony talking to a blonde women and before Stephanie could say anything he kissed the blonde. Stephanie felt sick, he was cheating.

She quickly left the party and rushed to the bedroom and packed her stuff up. She ripped a piece of paper out of a notebook she found a wrote this note on it:

Tony, 

I saw it all. I hope she makes you really happy, more than I could obviously. I’m leaving, I’m not going to sit back and watch as you convince her you love her more than anything in the world when I know for a fact you can’t love more than one person. Not really. That one person for you is you! 

Goodbye forever, 

Stephanie

//

Tony thought back to the moment he found the letter. He knew he screwed up badly but he also knew Stephanie and he knew she was stubborn and independent and there was no amount of words that could convince her to come back to him so he saved his breath and let her leave without a single word. 

He thought she had the abortion, she seemed so certain about it. If he had known about her he would have made more of an effort, actually been in Y/N’s life but instead she grew up without a dad and honestly it made her closer to her mum and grandparents because they stuck around but it also left her with some internal problems, it was hard for Y/N to trust people in case they would change so quickly just like her dad did and the thought of being alone scared her more than anything.

Tony agreed to take Y/N after the situation was explained by your case worker, it was either go with him or end up in the system and neither him or Pepper wanted that. She had agreed to help Tony raise Y/N and he wanted to be better, he felt lots of guilt already for not being around although he had known about Y/N for approximately 10 minutes but that was long enough. He had always said if he ever became a dad he would be more involved than his own father was but instead he was nowhere to be seen in Y/N’s life, it was almost as if she didn’t have a father at all. 

//

6 months later…

It had been an adjustment for Y/N to have a dad but to have that dad be Tony Stark was a completely different experience. Granted he was trying to be there for Y/N but with the current situation with Loki he wasn’t overly present, leaving Y/N in the trusted hands of Pepper and Happy. 

Both Y/N and Pepper were on the jet on the way to DC when they saw on the news that there was an attack on New York and of course Tony was there. The tension in the jet was felt by everyone, something pulled at Y/N’s chest although she wasn’t sure why as she had no major feelings towards her father he was just her responsible adult, he wasn’t her father, her dad, nothing. Just another man, she hadn’t even called him dad yet. 

She felt her phone vibrate in her lap which pulled her attention away from the TV, when she saw Tony’s name lighting up her screen. 

“Hello” Y/N said, confused as he was supposedly fighting Loki and his army. 

“Hey kid, look I need you to listen to me okay. I don’t know how much time I have left” Tony said.

“Yeah, um okay” Y/N said walking to the end of the jet away from the noise and other people.

“I’m sorry for not being there for you, I always promised myself I would be better than my dad but I ended up being just like him if not worse. If I could go back and try and find your mum before it was too late I would in a heartbeat. I wish I could have been there for all your firsts. These past 6 months have been amazing, you are going to do amazing things I just know it. I love yo…” Tony said as the line began to crack, eventually losing all signal. 

“Tony, Tony…” 

// 

3 hours later…

No one knew what actually happened that day, whether Tony survived the fall or not; they just awaited the teams return at Shield Headquarters. Both Y/N and Pepper were sat waiting in one of the empty offices when a car pulled up outside, without even seeing who pulled up the flashing of cameras from the paparazzi stationed outside the building told the two of them the Avengers were back. 

Both Y/N and Pepper rushed down to the foyer to see if he was there but they couldn’t see him. How had she gone from having a mum, then no mum to having a dad then having no one all in the space of a few hours. A few tears began to fall slowly down her cheek until she heard his voice. 

“Did you miss me?” 

Y/N rushed into Tony’s arms without even a second thought. There was slight confusion on Tony’s face, what had happened for Y/N to go from wanting nothing to do with him to now hugging him and crying in his arms. 

“I love you dad” Y/N said quietly

Tony was gobsmacked. He never once expected to hear those words come out of her mouth but he loved it nonetheless. 

“God, I love you too kid” Tony said holding his daughter close for the first time feeling content for the first time in years.

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Pietro Maximoff headcanons

Bleached his hair so he could dye it. But he liked the bleached look more and decided to keep it.

Thinks it's fair to race with someone when he clearly has an advantage because of his powers

ABSOLUTELY LOVES sports. Especially basketball. None of the Avengers wants to play with him because he uses his speed to win. And afterwards he will call it a ‘fair game’

He believes in opposites attract

If you’re close, he sometimes wakes you up at 1am to steal all the snacks from the kitchen together

It annoys the heck out of Steve

That’s why he keeps doing it :,)

His accent gets thicker when he’s tired or angry

As someone with and accent when speaking English; i love that his accent gets appreciated

He’s very open minded

Spends a lot of money on shoes. He is picky about what shoes he buys

Pietro is very vain. This guy has MANY hairproducts.

Takes hygiene very seriously

Loves to listen to records and has a record player in his room.

He secretly loves the old songs Steve listens to

Pietro is definitely a dog person

Peter and him pull pranks on the Avengers all. The. Damn. Time.

His humor>> (Vision always takes his sarcasm seriously)

Pietro can easily comfort someone/cheer someone up. He knows how to read body language and takes the time to make his loved ones feel better

He feels very protective of Wanda (as he should). For a long time they only had each other. Despite now also having the Avengers, Pietro will always take care of his sister

Once when they were 8 years old a kid pushed Wanda off a swing. Pietro saw red and punched the kid in the face

This^^^

But he and Wanda can also argue over nothing (as siblings do obv)

I do think he was a bit shy/closed-off as a kid. After what Hydra/Strucker did to him, he became more bold and cocky

Pietro is a mama’s boy

When he was little, he used to hold his mother's hand while walking

He wants others to think he doesn't care about anything, but he overthinks quite often

Flirty but respectful

Teases everyone. Literally everyone. He doesn’t always do it to be flirty. He loves all the different reactions he gets. The reactions say a lot about a person

He craves validation from his loved ones

Missions are always fun and successful with him

#pietro maximoff #marvel #mcu #pietro maximoff headcanons #marvel headcanons #pietro maximoff x reader #pietro hcs #pietro maximoff imagine #age of ultron #marvel hcs #wanda maximoff

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Worldfullofash masterlist

Stranger things:

Eddie munson

Eddie is a soccer mom

Eddie headcanons

Eddie as your boyfriend (hcs)

Robin Buckley

Robin loves languages (and you)

Robin as your girlfriend (hcs)

Jonathan Byers

Marvel:

Peter Parker

Peter as your boyfriend (hcs)

Pietro Maximoff

Pietro headcanons

Wanda Maximoff

The Lord of the Rings:

Coming soon

Other:

Thoughts about Finnick Odair

Peter parker and Jonathan Byers

#Ash’s masterlist #masterlist #stranger things #marvel #the hunger games #spiderman #tasm #the amazing spiderman #eddie munson #peter parker #robin buckley #finnick odair #pietro maximoff

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STRANGER THINGS FANDOM, BE AWARE

TW: PEDOPHILIA.

We have a PEDOPHILE amongst us.

@/Phoenixwrites partakes in and encourages Erica Sinclair smut. As a decent human being, and an autistic black woman who is the a survivor of CSA by someone who targeted me because I am a black girl, this shit is NOT okay with me and I'm not about to let it fly. Please reblog to spread this message.

Update: they have a secondary account @/phoenixfeatherquills

Erica Sinclair is an 11 year old in Stranger Things, and phoenixwrites 'ages her up' to excuse her pedophilia. FAR TOO OFTEN are little black girls sexualized and assualted from early childhood onward, this is NOT going to be the case online. In no way should this writer be utilizing ANY of these children for their sexual gratification, but the fact that she singled out the only black girl to do so is absolutely disgusting and we need to protect black girls from this shit. It means she thought she could get away with it because no one's gonna say shit about the 11 year old black girl being sexualized. No one would care.

Well, I fucking do. Because that little black girl you violate in your writing and what you read is portrayed by a real life black girl who is still very much so not of age, but I know how badly you're waiting for her to be so you can try to get away with your sick little fantasies. You weren't shy to post this stuff and lie about some of it, so I'm gonna go ahead and share it with everyone as you obviously wanted it to be shared. I'm expecting to be immediately blocked and attacked by your supporters who don't care about what you're doing to a black child, but I'll be happy to let everyone know they're encouraging the pedophilia and facilitating racism, too.

To readers, please note Hellcheer is mentioned in some of these screenshots as this writer seems to use the ship as a scapegoat for why they're receiving hate and not the Pedophilia they're encouraging. This post is NOT about hellcheer, so if anyone tries to take it over with that bullshit excuse, I won't hesitate to put you in your place, this is about how this writer is a pedophile targeting a black girl and her young actress and that's obviously a fucking problem. You will find that this writer has also recently wiped traces of this from their account, as they know they're wrong yet still pretends they have done no wrong and no harm.

Here we have an anonymous person coming forward with a disgusting fantasy for Erica x Eddie Munson, and they make sure to point out they’re a pedophile within their parenthesis as they’ve come up with an age gap suitable for them, a 20 year old and an 11 year old girl. It is apparent why they remained anonymous. Phoenixwrites then provides a link to an Erica Sinclair x Eddie Munson fic that they state they believe is phenomenal—which means they read it though they also to try to deny reading it by stating they only pair Eddie exclusively with Chrissy. This is obviously not the case since she had a phenomenal pedophilic recommendation for the pedophile anon, just ready to go.

Now here we have Phoenixwrites LYING about having never posted the above screenshot.

In the screenshot below, some good Samaritan(s, as phoenixwrites implies they have been approached about their content and behavior by multiple people) had a problem with the open pedophilia. Phoenixwrites, however, chose to double down and imply she was being attacked for being a CSA victim and a disabled person [this is not why people were outraged, again, it is because of the PEDOPHILIA] and what she writes/encourages people to read doesn't matter on the basis that it's okay to be a pedophile because it's regarding 11 year old Erica Sinclair and she doesn't exist (please note: priah ferguson, erica's actress does exist, and she is 16 years old. It is her and her body phoenixwrites─and whoever consumes this pedophilic content─ imagines in these disgusting scenarios.) People are approaching you about this because you're a pedophile and your friends don't care but people are going to protect this little black girl from you.

And here she is trying to excuse what she does because these characters are fictional so she can't be a pedophile. And it's okay because she is going to take it upon herself to age that 11 year old little black girl up so she can imagine her having all the nasty sex she wants and it'll be alllll okay then because she aged her up so she could violate her. Wrong. This is disgusting, it's vile, it's rancid and you trying to make your pedophilia "appropriate" by aging Erica (AND PRIAH, Erica is still portrayed by a living breathing black girl no matter how much you pretend she's not) up is UNACCEPTABLE. Had this been Max or Eleven she tried this with, she would have been immediately shut down.

Now, for the the people trying to give her the benefit of the doubt thinking Oh, she ages her up, she's not a pedophile! She's not actively trying to write/encourage disgusting things about an 11 year old! Here we have her confirming the basis of what she writes is to consume/for consumers of underage fics. Pedophilia. And she's got her keyboard ready to go and write more pedophilia content about Erica Sinclair AND Dustin Henderson out of spite over being called out for it. She knows very well what she is and what she's doing.

Please be aware of her, she's dangerous, appears to use and weaponize her trauma/conditions as an excuse and as scapegoats to get away with this. I imagine she will attempt to vilify me to continue getting away with this but I don't care, what she imagines for Erica Sinclair and what she does has happened to me as a child, as a preteen and as teenager. I have been violated and assaulted by people with the same twisted mindset as her. I am going to protect Erica and Priah, even if no one else wants to.

Please, please protect Erica Sinclair. Please protect Priah Ferguson. Please protect black girls. People like this and her supporters are the people who victimize us, who violate us and get away with it. There is not a whole lot of black people in this fandom but I am begging you to protect black girls from monsters like this.

And Phoenixwrites, you should be disgusted and ashamed with yourself. Whoever supports this behavior and vile mindset should be too. You need help.

#boost #stranger things #tw: pedophilia

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Robin Buckley as your girlfriend

First of all; look how pretty she is^

Second of all; she’s a total dork

Especially around her crush (aka you)

Robin = nervous wreck

Steve would have to reassure her before talking to you

He will literally help her mentally prepare

She finally manages to have a conversation with you in English class

It was one of the few classes you shared

You talked about Frankenstein and how good of a writer Mary Shelley is

And that’s how you gained a new friend!!

Well, you’re still friends for now…

Slowburn romance

I think you’ll be the one to make the first move

Because she’s clueless about how much you like her

You’re just hanging out at her house, eating pizza while watching some cheesy romcom

You wrap your hands around her neck and you think you might have broken her

Like she is frozen

She doesn’t know what to do

Wide eyed with racing throughts

You raise your eyebrows as a way of asking consent and she has enough strength to give you a small nod

And then you kiss her obv

After she recovered from the shock she has to remind herself to kiss back

Now we have a veeeery happy Robin

After you went home she immediately calls Steve

“STEVE THEY FINALLY KISSED ME! WHAT DO I DO? WHAT DO I DO?”

Her gifts are always very personal and well thought out

She looks at you like you hung the moon

Music and books help her escape reality

Just like reading this helps you escape the real world

Sooo reading dates>>>

Reading the same book and sharing your thoughts about it

Basically having a little book club between the two of you

Annotating in each other’s books

ABSOLUTELY WILL talk your ears off, but you love her for it

She is so clumsy

When she’s tired she trips over her words a lot

Whether you like it or not you’re now her personal pillow

Cuddle sessions

She’s like a koala, always clinging to you

If you’re not in band you attend her band practice to support her

And her eyes light up when she sees you staring at her

Keeps thinking about how lucky she is to have someone who knows what it feels like to be different

If you stand up for her, she falls in love all over again

She absolutely loves going to the beach with you

She collects trinkets and gives some to you <3

You have a movie night every friday

I mentioned this in another post but Robin loves your native language (if it isn’t English like hers)

Asks you if she can draw on your shoes

And yes, she draws boobies if you say yes

MY CONCLUSION: Robin is a cute little orange cat that I want to put in my bag and take with me everywhere

#stranger things #robin buckley #robin buckley headcanons #robin buckley x reader #robin buckley x fem!reader #stranger things headcanons #robin buckley thoughts #robin buckley imagine #robin buckley fluff #robin buckley x you

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Eddie Munson headcanons

Headbangs and plays air guitar to his favourite songs

His room is filled with records and posters of KISS, W.A.S.P, Metallica, Iron Maiden and Motörhead >>>>

He does appreciate the country music Wayne listens to

Secretly dances to Madonna when he’s alone

Nobody can resist Madonna. Not even our favourite metalhead

One time Wayne caught him in the middle his lonely dance party… they stared at each other for a solid 5 seconds. ‘Material Girl’ still playing in the background. Wayne just closed the door and they never spoke of it

When you catch him robbing your fridge he looks at you like a startled raccoon

Eddie loves to share his opinions and hot takes with his friends

Ngl he is very straightforward, he says what he thinks. That’s why others are wary of him. He can come across as mean to some

BUT if you tell him that his comment crossed the line, he will understand and watch his words more often

This guy has a good but dark sense of humour

He cries when watching sad movies, like a lot. Especially if an animal died in it

He loves jewellery

He buys cat food to give to the strays in the trailer park

Eddie loves reading fantasy books to little children at the trailer park. Grinning when they giggle as he uses silly voices for each character (At least some people appreciate his weirdness)

He’s very clumsy. Would definitely trip over his own feet

Smells his clothes to see if they’re still wearable (me too, girl, me too)

Will steal food of your plate

He collects buttons and pins

Wears band tees all the time

When one of these t-shirts gets to small, he cuts the print and uses it as a patch. Or he will use the shirt as decoration if he really liked it

Wayne and him sit outside and have deep conversations while smoking a cigarette

Friendships are very important to him. He feels very lucky to have friends who share the same interests. Even if he doesn’t verbally express it often

When he cares for someone, he makes sure they know it. Not through words, but through actions.

He has very worn out copies of The Lord of the Rings/The Hobbit. He won’t ever replace them, they’re like his children

He can imitate Gollum. The voice is shockingly accurate

Without Hellfire and Corroded Coffin he wouldn’t know what to do

He spends so much time on his dnd campaigns

He makes sketches of the characters, plans the whole plot himself, and practices the voices he wants to use for each character

Where does he get the time for all this you ask? Well let’s say school is not his first priority

It’s not that he doesn’t want to graduate, but he’d rather put his effort in Corroded Coffin. So in a few years he can break through with his band

Eddie can’t mask his facial expressions. You can always know what he thinks just by looking at his face

This guy is really a menace, but we love him for it

Do you want a part 2????

#stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson hc #eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson thoughts #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff

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Thinking about Finnick Odair (thg spoilers)

When Annie was captured by the Capitol Finnick realised that he couldn’t protect her this time. He couldn’t help her, couldn’t save her. He blames himself.

“I wish she was dead. I wish they were all dead and we were too”

District 13 gave him a rope to fidget with. Notice how the rope is short? They were probably afraid he would do something to himself. He even told Katniss he wished he was dead in this scene^ (And he joked about it in a deleted scene)

Finnick wishes Annie was dead too. He doesn’t want her to go through more pain. He wants to join her in death. He’s hoping for a more peaceful life there. He wants to see Mags again. He wants to live his life the fullest without feeling like a robot.

Finnick wants to be asleep, doesn’t matter if he has bad dreams. He doesn’t want to wake up if Annie isn’t at his side.

First Finnick had lost himself.

Then he lost Mags.

And now he might lose his Annie too.

Finnick gives Katniss advice. He shows that he has experience with dealing with nightmares. He is only 24 and already has gone through so much trauma. While still processing his grief, he makes the effort to help his friend with hers. While still processing his grief, he contributes to the revolution by sharing secrets about the people who hurt him. Secrets he collected, knowing they would come in handy later. He used the brutal situations he was forced into to his advantage. To get the victors back.

He finally had her back. He finally could help her heal. He finally got the opportunity to shield her from harm by participating in the '76th Hunger games’ to end this war. I like to think he did it for her. And it got him killed.

The right person but not enough time.

#Thinking about how Finnick Odair died while protecting his loved ones #Annie is so pretty #the hunger games spoilers #the hunger games #finnick odair headcanons #the hunger games headcanons #thg #finnick odair #annie cresta #peeta mellark #katniss everdeen #johanna mason #odesta #finnick odair x annie cresta #finnick x annie #the hunger games hc #the hunger games angst

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Peter Parker as your boyfriend

I wrote this with Tasm!peter parker in mind, but it works for any Peter i think

He’s just a fool for you

No literally, his pick up line (if you can even call it that…) was him asking you to hang out while stuttering and scratching the back of his head

But it worked!!!

He still gets tongue tied around you sometimes, but he’s still his cocky self

Strangers to friends to lovers

He definitely would pump his fist in the air after he successfully asked you out

Peter getting ready for your first date includes; Peter trying to ‘fix’ his brown hair, Peter borrowing his uncle’s cologne (imma cry one sec), Peter looking in the mirror a 100 times to make sure he looks good enough and May trying to reassure a nervous Peter

This guy actually loves going to a simple food stand with you. I have a feeling he’d dislike fancy restaurants

His protective side tells him he shouldn’t tell you he’s Spiderman

He wants to keep you out of the dangerous situations he’s in. But he’s also afraid that you disapprove of his vigilante life and leave him

You obv figure out he is Spiderman before he tells you. Probably before you were even dating

Cause you’re smart and he’s not good at hiding it-

You would probably walk in on him changing out of his suit. The look on his face is priceless when you barely react

^^^^ for scientific purposes this was the face

“What?!! You already knew?? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I wanted you to tell me when you were ready, Peter and besides you’re not subtle!”

Buying a first aid kit and learning how to treat wounds for when he’s injured (Cause that’s definitely not basic knowledge💀)

He makes you promise that you will call when you need him

It doesn’t matter where you are he will be there if you asked him to

Rooftop dates

Peter wants you to feel loved. He wants you to know how much you mean to him. You will be knocked over with compliments from him

Kisses, kisses, kisses, oh and did i forget to say kisses???

He’s better at showing his love with actions than with words

If you ask for a hug? You didn’t even finish your question and Peter already has his arms around you.

You look like you need a hug? He won’t hesitate to ask you if you need one

He just wants to be close to you? Peter uses his long ass legs to strut his way over to you

He stares at you with a lovesick smile all the time

“What?”

“Nothing, i just want to look at your beautiful face”

Peter is the type of guy to ramble about his interests to you. It will mean the world to him if you’ll listen. And if you want him to listen to your ramblings? He will. Even if it’s not something that peaks his interest. If it makes you happy, he is happy too

You and May would have a lovely bond. She is protective of you and cares for your well-being. Imagine waiting for Peter to finish getting ready for your date. While waiting downstairs you’re just chatting with may. Peter is finally ready to go, but now he has to wait for you to finish your conversation. He doesn’t mind of course. He loves it that his two favorite people are getting along

Imagine May talking about you to Peter after you first visited his house. She’ll definitely call you beautiful >>>>

Peter asks May for dating advice

May comforts and advises him after you had an argument :,(

A long story short: I desperately need a Peter Parker in my life

#spiderman #the amazing spiderman #peter parker #tasm #peter parker x reader #peter parker headcanons #peter parker thoughts #peter parker fluff #tasm!peter x reader #andrew!peter parker #mcu!peter x reader #mcu!peter parker #marvel #mcu!spiderman x reader

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This>>>>

I don't know if my ask got 'eaten' or not, but I did send it while I was on the road so I may have screwed it up anyway. My ask is based on your reblog of the 3 word sentences and if you care to, it's a twofer based plot: numbers 12 and 18 (just do it and you look lost) because I am a dithering decision maker except!! when I am going somewhere in which case my overconfidence gets me in trouble, something Peter knows too well himself. Love your writing!

unfortunately it did but I love this prompt so thank you for resending it!

Prompts can be found here

Peter is fairly sure that he's the one who's always late to everything. Every single seminar for this new Oscorp tech breakdown, he's the one who's five minutes late, and he swears it's not his fault.

It's just that he always happens to run into Spider-Man duties. He always finds another old woman who needs to cross the street, or a newspaper stand that has just been stolen from, and then after saving the day, he can make time towards catching the next subway train to Oscorp and hopefully run up the stairs, through the door, into the lobby, elevator, and then to the board room with a minute to spare. It always works out better in his head. 

He doesn't understand why Harry needs him there. Peter knows technology stuff like the back of his hand– he already understood what the seminar leader who oversaw the development of the new tech was saying halfway through the meeting, and basically put the concluding points together before the meeting was even over. 

Peter is nothing if not a good friend. Or employee who will be sent off with a strict warning if he doesn’t at least try.

This time, though? Peter has just made it to the subway station, and his glance catches onto a woman with a muted blue handbag, looking mostly competent and professional in a blazer, staring at the map, very obviously confused. He decides to be a good civilian and take a moment to help her. Just as Peter Parker, good guy who has two extra minutes to spare. Not because she happens to be a little more pleasant to look at than the rest of the passerby. She does really have bright eyes, though, and the way they catch onto every written detail of the map has Peter wanting those eyes on him.

Unfortunately, as she’s dithering and Peter approaches a little too slowly, about to work up the nerve to ask if she needs help, she suddenly mutters “Just do it! Who cares…” with a sudden bout of confidence, and she walks off towards the train heading North. The same train Peter is due to take.

Peter is kind of elated by this, even though he knows he’s a total dork and he doesn’t actually have the courage to speak to her. Even though Harry makes life sound like a romance movie– that apparently all it takes is the right conversation starter– Peter knows he can’t manage it. He’ll trip over his words and make the wrong jokes, and she’ll give him a polite nod while secretly dialing 911.

He’s just happy to have a commute crush to stare at.

The southbound train arrives from the opposite side of the road, and loudly beeps as the doors open.

Peter’s Spider-Sense goes off and he sees that a bunch of people are starting to exit the train, right into the poor woman who gets turned around a bunch of times and then looks utterly lost. Helpless. Eyes widening with the telltale fear of someone who doesn’t know where they’re going. 

Well, we can’t have that, can we? Peter decides to saunter up to her and be her hero of the day.

/

You are so horrible with making decisions sometimes. Unless, of course, it’s taking a new journey somewhere, with directions you’re not exactly familiar with– for some reason leaping into it headfirst works better, cements it into your brain better if you have to travel around these parts around later, and you usually have the time to figure it out.

Of course, this time you’re late. This time, when you need to present a great big presentation at Oscorp, where your big new tech job is, you’re late, and you had to be overconfident about figuring out the directions.

God, couldn’t you have just asked for help?

As you’re beginning to spiral– was it the north train, or the south, will this crowd ever dissipate properly, and is there time to look at your notes for your presentation on the train?– someone taps your shoulder.

“Hey.” A friendly looking guy with warm brown hair, and eyes, is staring at you, not unkindly. He pulls you aside, out of the crowd, and you’re thankful– but a little wary. 

“You look lost. Are you good?” The man has to lean in closer to you, and kind of yell-speak over the crowd, who are finally moving away to the above ground.

“Uh… No. I’ll be honest.” You cross your arms and huff, glad that someone could see that you needed help, and you feel a little happy that your saviour happened to be a smart, handsome guy who doesn’t look particularly judgemental, and you pull out your phone from your bag. “I’m trying to get to–”

“Oscorp?” He reads your phone and blinks, and then looks affronted that he spoke so soon. “Sorry. I just read your phone screen– I know that’s not proper etiquette. I’m going there too.”

“Uh-huh.” You fix your eyes on him, and Peter feels a funny twinge in his heart– something warm and soft as you size him up, making your own teasing assumptions of him. You half-smirk. “How do I know I can trust you? That you won’t just lead me to a random dungeon full of murdered women?”

You feel that you might’ve scared him off– you always come off a little too strong.

“Uhhhh, I was going to say I probably don’t look like a serial killer, but then again, you never know as a woman, right? Plus that’s some unnecessary bias and profiling on my part.” Peter fishes around in his pocket for his Oscorp ID, snorting at your joke, but also knowing that you’re not wrong to be concerned. “See? I’m Peter Parker. One of Oscorp’s biotech engineers.”

“Alliterative. Very cool.” You smile at him genuinely, glad to see that he is worth trusting, and he’s about to say something when the northbound train comes in.

“Hey, that’s us. Just two stops and then we’re at Oscorp.” Peter lets you walk ahead of him into the train, and you do so with some speed.

“Nervous?” He asks as the train starts going. He’s holding onto the loop for stability, while you lean against an arm rail. The train is kind of packed– and Peter is just a teeny bit happy for it, since it means he gets to stand a little close to you. He’s not trying to be a creep– you’re just cute.

“Very.” You shake out your hands, trying to chill out, and then reach inside your bag for your cue cards. “I’m starting out as a software developer– working on a genome editing program– and I’m doing a presentation on that today.”

“Oh, I’m in that seminar too. Although usually it’s just some dude presenting… not exactly someone like you.” Peter immediately facepalms, hiding in his hands for a moment before shaking his head, brown hair flopping about. “Sorry, I just mean… he’s not a cute girl, you know?”

Nice going, Parker. Peter groans and his hands remain on his face now, totally embarrassed by what he’s said.

“Oh–” You turn to him, but Peter interrupts you first.

“I’m so sorry. I don’t mean your looks are everything– I know how hard it is to be a woman in STEM, to get judged on things that have nothing to do with your credentials–” Peter swallows and sighs. “I’m not saying you were hired for your face– I’m sure you’re a very intelligent person.”

Peter feels your hand hesitantly touch his and move them, so he can get a look at your expression. You don’t look upset, just flattered, maybe with a hint of a laugh crossing your eyes.

“Hey, don’t worry. I didn’t take it that way. Good to know you’re not a typical STEM bro, though.” You read through your notes again, and Peter feels a bit of relief. “Thanks, by the way. You’re a cute guy too.”

You don’t know where exactly that came from, maybe an unexpected bout of courage bolstered by the adrenaline from your oncoming presentation, but it’s not like it’s false– this guy is very cute and you know you’re going to struggle if you have to work with him. You can’t quite look at Peter for the rest of the train ride, staring out the window. You catch a little grin on his face.

/

“So, genome editing, huh? That’s actually part of my work right now. Except more in the lab at the moment– working on synthesising frog DNA.” Peter shudders jokingly, and you laugh as you walk with him.

“Yeah, I’m basically the one who made the software program you’ll be using from now on. I just gotta make it easy for you guys to understand.” You inhale, and Peter can see that you’re still really nervous about your presentation. 

“Hey.” He gives you a comforting squeeze of the shoulder, in front of the building. “You got this.”

“Really?” You look up at him, bright eyes glassy with sudden fears. “But you don’t really know me, right? For all you know, I’m going to run out of the room with stage fright.”

“No way.” Peter grins, self assuredly. “You wouldn’t be talking to an almost stranger if that was true.”

“I mean… kind of true. I just don’t want to mess up.” You sigh and pinch your forehead, thinking it over.

“Okay, how about this?” Peter decides on something silly, but something that also allows him to shoot his shot. When else was a pretty software developer going to just fall into his lap like this?

He ignores that image. 

“If you don’t ace this presentation: who cares? People might be a little awkward about it, but they’re just people. It’s not a big deal.” Peter starts, and he sees you visibly brighten a little at that. “But if you do, you win something real special: a coffee date with Peter Parker.”

“Oh, I do?” You snort at his blatant flirting, but you can’t help but feel better with that potential date hanging over your shoulder. Peter Parker happens to be very sweet, at least so far, and you want to see just how far this could go. “Okay. I like the sound of that, but acing this presentation probably involves being there on time…”

You and Peter run through the lobby into the elevator– and you swallow your fears as you enter the boardroom, apologizing to the many developers and technicians about having to make them wait.

/

At the end of your very enlightening presentation– Peter knew there had to be no way he knew everything about this particular software since he had never tried it yet, and the fact that the original presenter seemed to be kind of vague on the details made it seem simpler than it was– you smile at him, and Peter grins back, knowing that he’s just won himself a date with you. 

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Eddie Munson as your boyfriend

Just look at this silly little guy^

Being his S/O definitely wouldn’t be boring

He will wake you up at 2am to get some burgers cause he’s hungry

You are often at his band rehearsals. Gareth, Jeff and the other guy (who deserves a damn name!!!!) like you because Eddie goes easy on them when you are around

^^ This also applies to dnd campaigns

Eddie WILL be offended when you dislike/never read The Lord of the Rings. It would be his only mission in life to make you fully experience the beautiful masterpieces of Tolkien (Can you tell i love Lotr??)

He will keep making Lotr references till the day he dies (uhm- well.. nvm). But if you refer to it??? He gets weak in the knees. This man is whipped for you

Random staring contests

Eddie would try his best for you. He wants you to feel more than happy in this relationship.

He would read those magazines with shitty relationship advise. So he can be the ‘perfect bf.’ Deep down he knows that not every person loves the same stuff but he wants to impress you

He saves his money to buy you that one thing you really wanted

This guy is a hopeless romantic at heart

Imagine him trying to be romantic by making you breakfast, but getting distracted by some bird outside the window and messing up. You wake up to a guilty looking Eddie with two plates of burned pancakes in his hands

I do think Eddie can cook. He learned because his father never bothered to cook for him after his mother died and Wayne is not always home for dinner. He’s not some culinary chef, but he knows the basics. He just gets distracted easily ^

If you draw something on his arm, don’t be surprised when he gets it tattooed the next day. “Your art should be eternal, babe” would be his response if you question his sanity-

Eddie loves to talk about the things he’s passionate about. His thoughts race through his mind so fast his mouth can't keep up.

If you ask him about his dnd campaign?? You better be ready for hours of rambling (only if he’s 100% comfortable with you. He doesn’t want you to judge him..)

Cause he can feel a little insecure sometimes. He wants reassurance but is too scared to ask for it. Of course you are always there to tell him he’s enough

Eddie isn’t always good with expressing his feelings. He was never taught how to. Because of this you have had quite a few arguments. So to prevent this; he writes letters for you to read. This way he can take his time processing his emotions. The letters contain his messy handwriting only you can read and many crossed out words

#stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson hc #eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson thoughts #eddie munson x gn!reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson fluff

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Eddie Munson is a soccer mom.

Doesn’t matter what sport/instrument you play or what club you are apart of. He will be your hype man. Clapping and whistling so hard that the people next to him give him strange looks. He doesn’t care at all obv and continues giving you the recognition you deserve

Imagine him screaming at the other team while watching your sports match. Moving his hands around while cursing

Or him going to your orchestra performance/band performance even if it’s not his taste in music. You bet your ass he WILL be there.

And if you’re in the debate club; especially don’t imagine him going to your debates muttering to himself about how badass you are when you outsmart another person with your words

#i need him #stranger things #eddie munson #stranger things headcanons #eddie munson thoughts #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson hc #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson deserved better #eddie munson fluff

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If i had a coin for each time a protective nerd with a silly little camera falls in love with a beautiful, smart, and badass girl while he’s fighting monsters and being bullied… i would have two coins. That's not much, but it's weird that it happened twice

I mean-

#and they’re both traumatised… #stranger things #jonathan byers #nancy wheeler #the amazing spiderman #spiderman #tasm!peter parker #andrew!peter parker #peter parker #gwen stacy

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Robin Buckley would love your first language. She loves to hear your accent. She loves the way the words sound. And she loves staring at you while you speak.

We all know that she likes to learn languages. Imagine she learns a few phrases in your mother tongue as her way of flirting with you. She will practice for hours. Robin is obviously a nervous wreck when talking to pretty girls. But now she'll be less nervous because she's focusing on saying the words right! Even if she makes a few mistakes, it's the effort that counts. And if you flirt back? A rosy color spreads across her cheeks and she feels like the luckiest girl in the world

#imagine Steve having to listen to her rambling about you #stranger things #i love her #robin buckley #robin buckley headcanons #robin buckley hc #robin buckley x reader #robin buckley x fem!reader #robin buckley imagine #robin buckley blurb #robin buckley drabble #robin buckley fluff