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He was born to be by your side. It was his greatest desire, what he was meant to do. It's like being next to you came naturally to him, and he can't even remember how his life was before he met you. But what he can remember are the days you both spent together. Ridiculous conversations that, somehow, made so much sense to the both of you. So random, but yet holding so much meaning.

You were both laughing so hard. Walking by the shore, hand in hand. The sunset painting the sky with red and orange. Beautiful. So, so beautiful.

"When we grow up, we'll have a house by the beach" you said, swinging your arms together

"Says who?"

"Says me!"

He grabs your sun hat and puts it on his head, earning a small "Hey!" from you.

"And then we'll buy a cotton candy machine and make lots of cotton candies." He completes your thought while taking the final bite of his popsickle. You clean the side of his mouth (which was all smudged from the cold treat) and smile.

"Yeah, we can do that too."

You used to talk about your future a lot. More than the average couple, actually. Sometimes, you both reunited at your favorite cafeteria just to talk about life. How it was gonna be. How was gonna be your life together.

"A caramello cappucino with apple pie and a mint and chocolate milkshake, please" you said, and just hearing his typical order coming out of your mouth made him smile. Somehow, knowing you memorized his order made him happier than he could put into words.

After he paid (of course, he can't let you pay for your snacks. What kind of man would he be?) you both went to sit on a table right beside a window (you always loved looking out a window while talking, and he knew that. He knew you like the back of his hand). And like you couldn't handle the sound of silence, you started talking (and he'd never complain about it: he loved hearing you talk)

"We can have 3 kids, how about that?"

"I don't like odd numbers. Why not 4?"

"4 is too much" you said, sticking your tongue out and frowning your eyebrows (you looked so cute) "We can have 2, if the problem is odd numbers"

"2 is too little" he argued, and then sighed jokingly "Okay, fine, we can have 3"

You smiled, taking a sip from your milkshake

"Maybe after the third one, we can consider having a fourth, if you'd like"

And you knew he wanted to. Of course he did. He wanted to form a big, happy family with you. He wanted his future to be by your side. He couldn't picture a future without you. Which is why it wasn't fair. It wasn't fair at all.

"What's your favorite color? Mines yellow"

It hurts. He hates this. He hates this shit so freaking much. His heart feels like it's breaking, and his lungs are gasping for air. He can't look at his date without feelong absolutely sick, like he could literally throw up at the very moment. He can't help but think of you. How you were already talking about how many kids you'd like, and now he's back on the "knowing each other stage". It was so strange not seeing you.

"I'm sorry, please excuse me"

He can't spend a single minute here anymore. He's on the verge of dying, he's sure. And as if his body already knows exactly what makes him feel better, his feet take him to your house without him realizing.

His hand hovers upon the door, ready to knock on it. Life without you is meaningless. He needs you. He loves you. He loves you so fucking much.

"HHAHAHA Stop it!! Love, I swear, tickle me one more time and I will... HAHAHAHA"

He lowers his hand and walks away.

He loves you, that's why he's letting you go. He needs to let you go for your own good. You need to get over him (even though he's sure he'll never get over you)

He can't do this to you. Not when your new boyfriend treats you so well. Not when he fucked everything up. Not when he was the reason why you two broke up. He doesn't deserve you. He always knew you were too good for him. But now, he's doing you this favour to repay you for all the times you helped him. He's not going to disturb you.

Well, back to the talking stage, it seems.

GOJO SATORU, MEGUMI FUSHIGURO, CHOSO KAMO, Nanami Kento, Geto Suguru, TSUKISHIMA KEI, Kageyama Tobio, Oikawa Tooru, KUROO TETSURO, TODOROKI SHOTO, Bakugou Katsuki, Aizawa Shota (kinda???), SHINSOU HITOSHI, RIN ITOSHI, SAE ITOSHI, BACHIRA MEGURU, Chigiri Hyoma, KUNIGAMI RENSUKE, REO MIKAGE + any character you think fits this!!

~ A/N: not proofread!!

Masterlist

MASTERLIST!!

Various characters

• Drabbles

* I love my husband's bad days (fluff)

* I promise to find you in every timeline (fluff)

* Complementary colors (fluff)

* Death doesn't fright him (hurt with comfort)

* Sometimes, being selfish is alright. Not this time tho (angsty??)

• Smaus

* I tell everyone I love you (fluff)

Blue Lock

• Rin Itoshi

* Please, dedicate me a goal! (Hurt with comfort)

You really want your boyfriend Rin to dedicate a goal to you. However, he thinks that's unnecessary. Well, you'll have to prove him he's wrong.

* My girlfriend's little sibling (fluff, a little ""angst"")

Rin wishes he had a normal sibling relationship with his brother, Sae. Luckly, your little sibling won't have the same childhood as him.

• Isagi yoichi

* Loser! Isagi (fluff)

Just Isagi Yoichi being a loser when it comes to the girl he likes.

* Isagi with a s/o with thick thighs (fluff)

He loves your thighs. They're amazing, and the day he first slept on them will never be forgotten.

* First date syndrome (fluff)

Isagi's nervous for your guys first date. So, he asks for his friend's help. But was it really a good idea?

* Hair ties (fluff)

The whole world knows Isagi Yoichi's your boyfriend. And now, they wanna know more about how your relationship works and how he's a loser for you. And they discover that by your hair ties.

• Bachira Meguru

* Unlovable

Bachira used to think he was unlovable. That was until you came and proved him wrong.

• Smaus

* Them talking about you with their friend (fluff, crack)

Part 1: Isagi Yoichi and Hiori Yo

Part 2: Reo Mikage and Bachira Meguru

Part 3: Karasu Tabito and Chigiri Hyoma

• Various

* "Oh Mister Todd!" trend with the Blue Lock guys: Isagi Yoichi, Rin Itoshi and Bachira Meguru

Jujutsu Kaisen

• Inumaki Toge

* Undeserving (angst)

He doesn't deserve your love. You deserve someone who can speak to you. He can't do this to you. He can't be that selfish.

• Megumi Fushiguro

* Cafuné (fluff)

Domestic stuff with Megumi when he's tired from a hard mission.

Hopefully more to come!!!

Thinking about Bachira Meguru assuming he's unlovable.

Being called a monster for their whole childhood really makes a mark on a person's life and self-esteem. But for Bachira, they were unavoidable.

At first, he tried to ignore the mean comments and pretend he didn't hear them. Maybe that would make the loneliness go away. Maybe it would make the problems disappear.

"He's a freak!"

"Eww, don't get too close to Bachira! You'll get lice!!"

"He's stinky"

He heard the whispers. He just used to pretend he didn't. For both his and the children's sake. So he could pretend he was normal. At least for a while.

And, sometimes, even parents, grown-ass adults, called him weird. Shouldn't they set an example for their kids? They tell them: "Don't judge other people! You never know what they're going through!", but are always the first to talk shit about someone, even if said someone is a little kid.

"Poor kid. It's probably the parents fault."

"He says sees a 'monster'! He's probably schizophrenic."

"My son is afraid of him. Specially when he's playing soccer. He said he's very scary"

He tried to ignore them. He really did. He tried to smile through it all and treat people the same way he always had nevertheless: with respect. Because crying would make his problems real. He didn't want them to be real. And he was doing a good job at it! But one faithful day, he snapped. The final nail in the coffin.

"When I grow up, I want to be a football player, just like Zico!" 11 year old Bachira said, showing the whole class a drawing of him, Zico and his monster playing soccer together. His smile was as bright and blinding as ever, specially because he was talking about his passion: soccer. He loved it so much. It helped him escape the harsh reality for a while.

The class went silent. They used to think Bachira was weird, to put it slightly, but this? It just made him even more weird! They all knew that he could never be a football player. He was an outcast. A freak. He was a monster. And monsters couldn't live with humans. Nobody wanted a monster on their team.

And so, instead of clapping like they did with the other kids' drawings, the class started to laugh. It started out quiet, but later it turned into a full, loud laugh. All of them. And Bachira always dreamed of making everyone there laugh, but not like this. They weren't laughing with him or because of him, they were laughing at him.

"Uh? What's happening, miss?" He asked the teacher, confused and on the verge of crying. He couldn't cry here. Not in front of them, please. That would be another thing for them to laugh at.

He swears on his life that he heard the teacher laugh a little, before the adult crouched down to match his size, grabbed his drawing and put it on his desk, while the other kids' drawings were being stuck to the board with tape. And then, he heard one of the worst sentences he ever heard in his life. One that he knew would definitely keep him awake at night:

"Meguru, being a football player is too hard for you. Why don't you settle for something more real and reachable? Like a doctor or a lawyer?"

He didn't understand. Some kids here wanted to be astronauts, others wanted to be models. Hell, one wanted to be a dinosaur babysitter. And their drawings were hanging on the wall, like they were going to be achieved. Bachira felt like no one believed in him. Like he was being put aside.

He then realized the problem wasn't what he wanted to do. It was him. Anyone could be a football player, but he couldn't. Because he was a monster. He was different from others.

And so, the tears began to fall. One by one, first from his left away and then from his right eye. His vision began to blurry. Left eye, right eye. Left, right, left right. Kids laughing, teacher laughing. His drawing on the desk. Left, right. Left right. He couldn't even see his own hands anymore from how blurred his vision was. He looked to his side. Left, right. The door. His escape. He needed to leave.

So, without second thought, Bachira ran towards the door. He couldn't care less for the teacher calling his name. He wouldn't come looking for him anyway. Nobody would. Nobody cared enough to do it.

He sat behind a tree, protected by it's shadow. He continued to cry. Hard. He put his hands in his eyes to try and stop the tears from falling, but he couldn't. He needed to let it all out. He just wished he had someone by his side during his breakdown. He really wanted a shoulder to rely on.

"Hey"

Maybe he was, indeed, schizophrenic. Because, the moment he looked up, he saw a girl he swore was too pretty to be real. The sunset made her have an angelic glow, and the wind made her hair flow just the right way. Her face was like a greek statuate, and he swore he could hear a soothing symphony playing in the background when he met her eyes: they were the most beautiful color he had ever seen, and he could imagine himself being lost and found in them. She was just too pretty. Too pretty to be here for him. And so, he managed to stop crying for a while and said, between sniffs:

"Did you lose a bet?"

The way your face contorted was almost comic.

"What?"

"Did someone pay you to come here? Where are the cameras? And how much was it?"

"I didn't lose any bet" you said, frowning. "I came here to check on you because I wanted to. I don't get why everyone laughed at you. Your dream is not stupid. Nobody's dream is."

"Even Richard's? He said he wants to be a dinossaur nanny" he said before he even thought about it. He then widened his eyes, because what if you were Richard's friend? What if you hated him now because he said something bad about your friend? What if he already screwed everything up? What if...

"Okay, you win. That one's actually stupid." You laughed. He made you laugh. This time, someone was laughing because of him. He felt like he was capable of everything at that moment. Your laugh was a sweet, infecting, honey-like melody. It made him wanna laugh too. He didn't realize it, but he had already stopped crying, and was now just staring at you with big, blown and unwavering eyes. His mouth slightly parted, like he was studying you and comitting everything about you to memory. Almost as if you were indeed an ilusion, and would disappear the second he blinked. He couldn't believe you were real. You were real, and you were talking to him.

After a while, you stopped laughing and finally noticed his intense staring. Suddenly bashful, your cheeks turned a bright red.

"I-I just want you to know that you shouldn't be ashamed of your dream. I think- no, I'm sure you can achieve it. You just have to work hard for it. I-I've seen you playing sometimes, and it's honestly amazing how focused you are. Bachira, I want to be your friend. That's it, if you'll let me-"

He hugged you. Hard. If it was any other time, he would have been afraid of scaring you off with the sudden hug, but he couldn't care less right now. He needed this. He needed a friend. You were just what he needed. You were perfect.

He started to cry again. This time, the first tear came out of his right eye. Right, left. His vision was getting blurred from how hard he was smiling. Right, left. Right, left. Your arms hugging him back. Right, left. The sound of the school bell, signalizing the end of the school day. People would see you and him hugging and you would probably be called weird by them for being next to him, but you still didn't break the hug. Right, left.

He didn't want to escape like he did during the class incident. No. He wanted this moment to last forever. He wanted time to stop, to be in your arms for eternity. He didn't want to pull away. He finally made a friend. You were his first friend.

Bachira Meguru used to think he was unlovable, but you proved him wrong. You proved he could, in fact, be loved. He wasn't a monster. He wasn't a freak. He was Bachira Meguru. Your best friend. And he wore that title with pride. Later on, he had the honour to be called your boyfriend, and he was even prouder of that one.

He used to think he would never find happiness. That's why, the moment the ref blew the whistle signalizing the end of Japan U-20 against Blue Lock eleven match and securing Blue Lock's victory, he couldn't think of anything else besides his girl. He ran across the field to you. Because you were like a magnet. He couldn't be apart from you, or else it felt like the whole earth would explode. He was yours and you were his. You both were meant to be.

"You did it! I love you, Meguru!"

He laughed. A pretty, genuine laugh followed by a couple of tears, beginning from his right eye, of course. His mother was recording behind you both, the blue lock team was smirking and whistling at the sight of you two and the television was streaming the moment for the whole world to see. But neither of you cared about the extra eyes. You were the only ones on the world. You always made him feel like that, and he hopes he makes you feel that way, too.

"I love you so much. Thank you."

Thank you for being with me. Thank you for being there. Thank you for not leaving me. Thank you for accepting the title of being my girlfriend proudly. Thank you for being you. Thank you for everything. Thank you.

He then lifted you and spun you in the air, smiling hard. He brought your lips closer and then kissed you. A kiss full of emotion and love. So much love: raw and pure.

You proved he wasn't just lovable. He was also capable of loving. And there's nothing prettier than loving someone.

Bachira Meguru was lovable, and you made sure to show him that. You loved him, and he would do everything to keep it that way forever.

~A/N: there's a "saying" that says that if you're crying and the first tear is from the left eye, you're crying from sadness. If the first tear comes out of the right eye, they're happy tears!!

Masterlist

Ok, so I was wondering...

Edit: I just realized my dumb ass put coffe shop 2 times 💀

My Darling (I’m Not Coming Home)

B. Katsuki x Reader Explicit: Kidnapping, Assault , sexual assault, mind-breaking, torture, non-con, rape A/n: I was in the mood for hurt and no comfort so here you go loves <3

“Y/n, Y/n... you sure are beautiful, aren’t you?”

A strained whimper echo's against the cement walls, just hollow enough for the noise to come back and mock her.

“Oh princess, why are you crying?”

The cold felt like an illness-- prickling against her exposed skin until ever gust of wind from the air vent felt like a dagger cutting through her. The blindfold was just for their amusement she’s sure, but that doesn’t make it any less terrifying.

Footsteps echoed through the hall outside the cell she was bound in. Please just walk by. Please just, just keep going. Please, God, please..

There was no mercy in divinity. He took no pity on the fifteen year old girl, spared her no tragedy. There was no sympathy in the way her wrists ached above her, chained to the roof. There was no miracle in the hand that caressed her bare ribcage. He heard each of her prayers, every single one. Which is why, when the rustle of clothes stopped next to her suspended corpse, she wasn’t surprised when the body no longer felt like her own.

“Did you hear?” He stood behind her, whispering directly into her ear. “They stopped looking for you today,” he pressed a lock of her hair against his noes, inhaling the scent which was more dust than conditioner.

“I have you all to myself now,” his hands snaked around her lower torso, running small circles with his fingertips. 

God was barbarous. 

“Do you want me to touch you?”

He circled her like a vulture.

“I can make all the pain go away,” 

His hands ran along the bruising on her wrists.

“You just need to say yes.”

For the first time, in the five months she’s been there, Y/n changed her answer.

God is cruel, he unhooked the chain, a savage being, he caught her as her body tried to collapse on the floor, vile, he lifted her into his arms-- cradled against his chest as he walked her out of the cell, blindfold still in place, sadistic.

Y/n had no big plans for her first time. She didn’t want roses or music, not a huge fan of massage oil or being serenaded. No, all Y/n wanted was to be with someone she loved.  

Her boyfriend was a gentleman. Katsuki was good to her, ferociously protective and loved her with all he had to give. He told her he wanted to wait. Until we’re eighteen, he had murmured to her while they cuddled, when I know it’s what you want.

This man, this thing, whatever he was.. he wasn’t someone she loved. 

He laid next to her, both on their sides as she faced the wall. His index finger traced the curve of her side, over her hip and back up again. “You did so good for me, princess. Thank you so much.” He shifted, moving closer to her sheet-covered body. “I just knew we’d be perfect together.” He kissed the side of her head and settled against her, falling asleep.

It took her fifteen minutes to realize it. The cuffs-- made for blocking her quirk-- were in the basement. She was upstairs. I can run.

Y/n moved slower than ever out of the bed, carefully replacing her body with a pillow and shuffling out the door. She moved franticly, going from locked room to locked room, desperate to find the exit. 

The hardwood floor crept with her every step but if she could just find the right door.

There it was, the door out of this fucking house was right in front of her! She lunged for her, her hand flying in front of her, activating her quirk. A little further and--

The black and purple smoke that gathered around her palm pressed against the door, disintegrating it to ash. The sunlight was painful to see but it felt so good on her sickly skin.

She ran, one step, two step, three step-

“Where do you think you’re going, princess?”

His arm caught her wrist and his other wrapped around her waist, throwing her up into the air.

“No! No! No! Let me go! Let me go! Please! Please just- I don’t wanna be here! I just wanna go home,” 

He threw her onto the cement floor, grabbing the chains and yanking her wrists into place. “Forget something?” He asked, holding up the blindfold she’d thrown on the floor.

“Oh, princess,” he wiped a tear from her cheekbone, false sympathy portrayed in his forehead and eyes. “Don’t cry.”

“It’s a good day!” He stepped back, throwing his arms into the air-- “We finally became one! Together!” His arms fell but his smile stayed in place, disturbing with his otherwise furious features. “And now you’re mine.”

She stopped ‘praying’. While Y/n was never religious, the only time God was murmured in her head was when it was surrounded by curses.

There was a God, she’s sure of it, because she had no karma deserving of this. Fate had never bee this cruel. Perhaps destiny, she humored, but she knew destiny was just the word God used when he did something so terrible not even he, with his abominable sense of superiority, wanted credit for it.

Y/n had no clue how long she’d been in that house. No idea how many days passed, how far behind she was in school, if her boyfriend had moved on, if her parents stopped handing out flyers. She knew nothing. Nothing beyond the hand that sometimes soothed her face, sometimes did something very different.

The first time she willingly leaned into his touch he brought her grilled chicken. She cried when she tasted it. There were still days she flinched away, but she had learned to recover, to preen into his grasp. Her skin craved contact, longed for that connection. And he was here, willing to give it to her. 

“You’re so beautiful,” 

He said it almost every time he came to visit, whispered it like a prayer that, if spoken too loud, would break the intimacy of the moment. 

“Your hair is sacred,” he told her one day, running his fingers through the new growth delicately, kissing the crown of her head. 

But it wasn’t always good. Just as god was beastly and pathetic, so was he. A coward. 

“I can’t lose you!” He screamed, punching the wall.

“No, no, no, no, no,” he paced towards Y/n, running his hand from her neck to her chest, back up to cup her face. “Not you, princess. You can’t leave me.”

He held her tight against himself. “I’m so sorry my love, I’m so so sorry. I love you so much Princess, and I swear I'll make it up to you. I love you.”

He kissed her, pushing hard against her swollen lips and Y/n was pretty sure she could feel tears on her skin. And then he did it. 

The sickening crack reverberated off the walls. Y/n screamed, screamed so loud that her head felt like it was going to explode.

“I’m so sorry,”

The next crack didn’t hurt during that moment, the cold took over her once again, but this time it wasn’t an illness. It was a security blanket. For the first time in her imprisonment, Y/n was glad to have been suspended from the roof. Even if her wrists had been popped from their socket for a month, at least she wasn’t using the things beneath her.

She threw up over the floor- couldn’t breath as everything she ate spilt from her mouth, the smell only made her puke more. He shushed her, rubbing her back in the way Y/n always thought Mina might when they were older after drinking. 

“It’s okay, it’ll be okay.”

“Katsuki?”

He leaned against the cement wall, looking at her with a sympathetic smile. “Hi, Y/n.” He took in her form, “Are you... are you okay?”

She winced, “You’re not real.”

He huffed out a smile, “I hate how observant you are.” He cupped her face softly, pressing his forehead to hers, “Couldn’t you have given yourself this delusion? Even just for a minute?”

She shook her head.

“Why?”

She craned her neck to look towards his crimson eyes-- “Because I don’t have to imagine you. You’re going to come find me.”

She gasped in a puff of air, the pain in her legs were agonizing, put the familiar darkness told her she was awake. She was alive. A smile pulled at her lips-- god might be a coward, but Katsuki wasn’t.

Hello! I hope this ask find you well, I am writing this first part of the ask with much care since in the following paragraph i'll be Very Normal About Your Works:

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE I NEED A PART 2 OF THE CHARLIE FIC HOLY SHIT IT WAS SO GOOD OH MY GOD. HOW DO YOU WRITE THIS GOOD.

How does it end? Does Charlie try to contact reader again? Does she still love him? Would reader accept her attempt at getting back together? How does Lucifer react to the news of reader leaving charlie? How does Vaggie feel knowing she inadvertently cause charlie to lose her S/O? So many options

If you want to make a part 2 I will wait happily wait weeks or months if I need to. Thanks for reading my ask and have a good day!

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Warning: Author rant, BEWARE!!!

ANYWAY!

News regarding part 2! I’m still tryna figure out how the plot and stuff is supposed to be. I’ve gotten multiple requests asking to see how Lucifer, Charlie and Vaggie would react and such among a few other things. Kinda trying to pick the scenario that would make the most sense to me. As I’ve stated in my previous posts, I don’t really know how to write for characters that aren’t Lucifer since I’m not that familiar with them, but I try to make sure that their personality is as close to canon as possible.

REGARDLESS!!! I’ve got a vague idea of how Charlie is going to react, how Lucifer will react to the reader leaving since he really liked them too. I’m still trying to figure out how to go about it in general.

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"It was a little mistake"

Eddie Munson x GN!Reader

Genre- Angst

Show- Stranger things

Warnings- Angst (no comfort), kind of OOC Eddie, terrible writing, L Eddie

Word count- 1,671 words 8,727 characters

Author note- hey guys so I guess the original post of the first part disappeared!! So here it is again (SECOND PART IS STILL UP!!)

For some people, it came as a surprise when they heard you hung out with the freak of Hawkins. You were surprised when others were surprised. Did it just not seem like you would? You weren't popular, but you guess you weren't really an outsider either. You never talked to kids who were considered popular or not many who were considered losers-- unless Chrissy Cunningham was considered popular and Eddie Munson a loser. You usually talked to Chrissy at parties when Jason was with the team, and she saw the chance away from the crowds of people when she was near you. With Eddie, you two started hanging out after grabbing the same Black Sabbath cassette tape.

"Uh...I had this first, so I'll just take it," you said, tugging it towards yourself.

"Actually, I'm pretty sure I had my eyes on it first, so it's definitely mine." He pulled it towards him.

"Dude, I grabbed it first. Just give it to me."

"If I can't have it, nobody can." He gave one last tug with all his strength and threw the tape on the floor, breaking it into what looked like a million pieces, then realized he had it just in his hands for a few seconds and could've taken it.

"You break it, you buy it," a voice yelled, then having you two run out and run to your cars, driving off. The next day, bright and early in the morning, Eddie Munson saw the one and only guy he saw at the music store, and it got even worse seeing you starting to walk up to him. "Munson is it? Eddie Munson" you asked, with just a hint of annoyance in your voice. Were you stalking him now? Oh god, you probably knew every single thing about him. Every secret. Everything! "Hello?" you waved your hand in front of his face to have him snap back into reality. "Yea, that’s me," the man with the birds' nest in his hair said.

"You owe me ten bucks."

"Even better... I'll take you to a little fun game." He didn't really have ten bucks, so he decided why not invite this cute person to something even better than 10 bucks! His dnd campaign!

Eddie didn't really tell you what he meant, but after school, he met with you at the room where they had their meetings, and to be honest, you never really looked at this room, seeing all the stuff for maybe theater. You saw a table surrounded by guys that had the same shirts as Eddie did, saying ‘HELLFIRE CLUB’ with a devil or demon it looked like and other things.

You never really talked to any of the people here, but you knew some of them just by their names. Mike Wheeler is the brother of Nancy Wheeler. Dustin Henderson hangs out with Steve Harrington. Lucas Sinclair is on the basketball team. Gareth’s talked to me a few times. The others you had no idea about, but you looked for a free chair and, luckily, it looked like Eddie had put one out for you! You sat down in it and looked at the game that was set out on the table. The whole game, you were confused and confused about how this made up for your ten dollars.

After that day, Eddie made it up to you after you kept asking for the 10 dollars, and he just bought you the cassette tape at that point. You did continue to hang out with the Hellfire Club and became friends with them all, still keeping your place as not a loser and not popular. Now, after a few months of keeping that place and hanging out with the club and Eddie outside of school, you started to develop feelings for THE Edward Munson. You weren't in some little romance movie, so you definitely couldn't just tell him straight up, so maybe give hints?

You started to sit closer to him.

You left little flirty words when talking to him

Tried nicknames

You got kinda touchy (put your hand on his mostly).

Nothing.

You even told him "I like you."

He laughed it off. He laughed at your confession.

Now you were in your room, laying in the middle of your bed, arms and legs spread out, wondering if he liked you back. He never stopped smiling around you. He was always calling you cute names... but then again, he did those with basically everyone he got along with. You rolled over on your stomach, groaning in a complaint, then kicking your mattress over and over till your legs hurt. Something came to your head. It’s like 6 pm. Eddie is probably setting up for hellfire. Alone. You rushed to get up and put on your slippers because of how much you were in a rush, then ran out of the house and got into your car to drive to Hawkins High School even after you left like two hours or three ago. You saw Eddie's van and parked next to it, getting out of the car and stuffing the keys into your pocket. Going inside the school, you heard muffled arguing, so you walked towards it, seeing the slightly open door to the theater room, but when you were going to walk in, the mention of your name made you freeze.

"You said they told you they liked you as a joke? Well, do you like them? " you heard Micheal Wheeler say

"Like them? [your name]? Are you joking right wheeler?" Eddie laughed, "They’re not my type. Let's say I like people who give me some space. That is the opposite of them. They’re always near me like if they aren't they’ll die! There's no way someone could be into that." The group laughed, continuing to completely shit on you. The way you act, the way you dress. The people you spoke to. Every Single. Thing. How could you be so stupid to think Eddie would like you? The only reason the two of you started talking was that you told him he owed you ten dollars. If you hadn't gone up to him that day, you wouldn't have spoken a word to him and he wouldn't have to you either. You could feel tears filling your eyes just threatening to come out if you didn't leave.

You did end up going home and face-planting into your bed, instantly sobbing into your pillow with the things the club had been saying were repeating over and over in your head, basically being imprinted into your mind. The one thing that stuck out to you the most was what Eddie said before you left "Meeting them was a little mistake. Trust me. I don't want them here any less than you guys do. I feel bad for anybody who dates them," his voice said, filled with hatred and annoyance but a small bit of regret that you didn't pick up. That's when you left, so that’s all you had heard, and you were glad you left since you don't think you could take anymore.

The next day felt like the devil himself planned this day. You got up and took a shower bright and early in the morning, then did whatever you did before going off to school, and when you got to the parking lot, it was getting filled with student cars and people getting dropped off. You drove into the parking lot quickly, taking a parking spot that someone almost stole from you. You got out of the car and ran your hands through your fingers, walking to the school doors. "[Your name]!!" someone called, but you ignored it and continued walking through the halls. "[Your Name]!" was called out again, so you turned your head and saw the metal head walking towards you with his hands in his pocket and a smile on his face, acting like he was innocent. Like he didn't hate you. Like he didn't even say your whole friendship was a mistake and he didn't even want it to happen. Sometimes you just wanted to choke him till his face turned blue, but you didn't let your thoughts get the best of you or you’d end up in prison.

All day he had been trying to get your attention, but you either walked in another direction, hid around corners, or simply just ignored him, acting as if he didn't even exist. Now on his side, he didn't know what to do. He tried walking beside you and talking, but you didn't even breathe his way. Not even a little side-eye. What did he do? Did a rumor come out about him? Did you just not feel well? Did you not want to be friends? He saved a spot for you at the hellfire’s table right next to him..no show. He was even saving an extra drink for you. Last night they didn't finish the campaign due to all the talk about you, so he told everyone to come the next day so they could get a little further, probably just for an hour. It was after school and he left you a note in your locker that said they were having hellfire if you wanted to come. You read it... then threw it away.

While the guys were at Hellfire, he stared at the empty seat that had been left for you. Where were you? What did he do?

A week has passed. Then 2. Then 3. Then, somehow, it was 21 weeks, 147 days, 3528 hours, and 211680 minutes without you. He tried to make it up to you. He did. You told him a month later in a little paper but never spoke to him again. He bought you a few things to make it up to you, but none worked. He missed your smile. He missed your laugh. He missed how on little movie nights you’d add some random candies to the popcorn. He missed you. He made the biggest mistake ever. Losing you