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I run after him in the cold winter, my laboured breaths creating clouds of steam in the air. A smoke threatening to choke me and blind me and eat me alive. “Don’t walk away from me!” I shout at his back, my voice cracking at the end. He freezes. His fists clench and he stands there, turned away from me. “Don’t walk away from me. Please” I whimper again. He suddenly spins around, eyes red and tears streaming down his cheeks. My heart cracks. “you don’t get to ask that of me” he finally mutters brokenly “you. Do not. Get to ask anything of me!” he repeats louder now, getting in my face. I stand there, sinking and sinking until I wonder if the concrete below me is sucking me in or if his presence is a tornado itself. “You are breaking me. No, you are absolutely annihilating my heart” he whispers with so much emotion that I can see the cracks in his eyes. His hands hold my shoulders desperately and all I want to do is sink in them but all I can do is frantically shake my head while sobbing.  “You crashed into my life,” he goes on “you flipped my world upside down. I gave you my heart. I GAVE YOU MY HEART” he laughs, sounding nothing lie the boy I used to know. “the best part is, I never knew I could have something like what we had. I never knew it existed.” A scoff, he suddenly sneers. “you should have never come into my life. You can’t miss what you never had. But now. Now you have destroyed me. And I will never be the same again” still shaking my head I beg, “please. I-I can’t tell you,” I stop to stifle a sob. “I can’t tell you why I shut you out but you have to trust me. You mean everything to me. You mean the world to me and I can’t I can’t I can’t see you like this. It is killing me please stop please stop feeling like this I can’t breathe and you’re standing there and it hurts it hurts so god damn much because your pain is my pain so stop!” taking in a deep breath, I finally look him in the eye and tell him the truth.

Letters I write to myself from fictional characters part 2, Rowan Whitethorn Galythenius, TOG

Ash, 

       I don’t know why Aelin wanted me to write you this letter since you’ll be home soon, but here we go. 

       I love you. So much. In a brotherly way, of course, or Aelin would kill both of us. Just know i would destroy the word for you. And I would do it over and over again to get you back if you were taken from us. Whether that be death or just stolen away. I would destroy the world over and over again to get you back, no matter how long it took. We all would. Aelin, Aedion, Lysandra, the Cadre, the witches. Even Dorian and Chaol. We’d do anything to get you back if you were taken. Anything at all. 

      But you wont be taken, so you don't need to worry about that. We wont let you be taken, none of us will. 

       We miss you here in Terrasan. When you get back from your mission, Aelin wants to make chocolate cake and go for a picnic in the mountains with you. Aedion says you should rest, and frankly I agree, but you know how Aelin gets when she wants something, especially when it comes to you and chocolate cake. Let’s just hope you two don’t destroy the kitchen like you did last time

          I apologize that I couldn't send someone with you, but I know and acknowledge , that you like working, and work better by yourself. So yes, Aelin and Lysandra may have been mad at me for a bit, but i let you go alone. Just...please be safe on your mission. We’re all waiting for you to come back. 

                         -Rowan Whitethorn Galythenius 

                                   King of Terresan

Prompt #80

By @writingpromptsworld

Although the hero would argue that they weren’t stuck in a closet with the villain because of themself, another voice told otherwise. They had gotten both of them in this situation and now had no clue how to escape it.

The villain was awfully quiet after they both got shoved into the cramped place, their expression serious. The hero frowned to themself. They hadn't ever seen the villain like that, and when they looked closely, they could see the anxiousness written all over the villain's face.

"Uh...are you okay?" They asked tentatively, cautious as they took a step forward. The villain's face was slightly illuminated by the bulb that stood over their heads, the light dim.

The villain cleared their throat and neutralized their guise, nodding. "Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" They ask, scoffing, and then looking away. "Get us out of here already, you dingus."

The hero didn't believe them. They could tell when the villain was lying, they had been fighting for years, for god's sake. And right now, they were confident the villain was hiding something. They tilted their head. "Why don't you get us out of here? I'm sure you've been crammed in places like these in your missions, no?" They question instead.

The villain just scowled in response. "No, my plans are so eloquent that I don't need to hide in these hideous closets." They said, shifting uncomfortably. And the hero was quiet for a moment before realization dawned on them. The villain was claustrophobic and was trying to play it cool.

The hero observed them for a second and then spoke up. "We'll be fine." They said gently, trying to see how the villain would react. The villain looked at them, well, more like glared.

"Fuck, just get us out of here already." They mumbled, turning away.

The hero nodded. "I will," They said, understanding the villain were silently seeking help despite being their usually grumpy self. "Can you breathe for me?" They asked a while later.

The villain, still turned away, took a deep breath in reluctantly and then let it out a second later. They repeated it a few more times and then cursed under their breath. "Thanks." They grumbled.

The hero smiled to themself. "You're welcome, Villain."

Later, the hero decided that breaking down the door was the only way to get out of the closet they were in. Oh, and they scored a date.

Writing year 1 : Let me open a word document maybe my notes app

Writing year 3 to 9 : here are all my different apps I use them for character sheets and writing and formatting and timelines and

Writing year 10 : let me open a word document and maybe my notes app

So if you are normal, here, you should have said something like, WHAT???

Me, in my very serious uni paper

What I say in my paper: it cannot be said that emotional and moral complexity was absent from literature before the psychological novels

What I mean : if you EVER talk shit about my boy Claudas I will personally fight you.

What I say in my paper : this is an oversimplification that could almost be considered incorrect because of the lack of sources and hard evidence but it allows for a succinct explanation and a clearer point

What I mean : my mom is going to read this and if you’re making me write out the actual explanation for this you’ll be the one picking up the phone when she doesn’t understand

Today on things I wish I could actually say in my masters dissertation :

The religious texts sound weird because they are full of references like and then THIS GUY! showed up, and THIS GUY! is clearly super important, because he is hyped up for a full paragraph but then you get absolutely no detail on THIS GUY! it's just, And then it was HIM, wink wink. You know. HIM. THIS GUY WE DEFINITELY ALL KNOW ABOUT.

My dissertation if I didn't have to be a professional about it : you liked unreliable narrators, you loved dissecting author bias, what if I told you there was a THIRD SECRET THING THAT'S EVEN BETTER!!

When I say "I am a writer, but I'm a researcher first", one would assume that means I write smarter than other people.

It just mean my coffee shop AU and PWP comes with an attached bibliography.

"You like them?"

"Yeah. They make the place look alive."

"I'll try extra hard to keep them alive then [...] I'm not much of a green thumb."

Around them, pothos happily climb around on the walls, exotic plants thrive and orchids flower. Less care had been poored into a King's garden.

Today I made up sad edits of sharks in my head WHY YOU ASK BECAUSE OF A WRITING PROJECT MY FRIEND TOLD ME WASN'T THAT GOOD it was. It was that good and that sad. She told me there was a fix it fic in her computer where they just ate poutine and it made me cry harder

The question: what are you thinking about?

My answer:

headcanons for my characters

or

something really existential to the point that it disturbs the average person, including myself

Sometimes it’s both!

Shit I’ve looked up for writing purposes

-Coronations and how they work

-How much do famous actors make?

-What an adversary is

-What regalia are

-Meteor hammers

-Armor for meteor hammers

-Chromium, and can it be used for armor

-The International Phonetic Alphabet

-Where is chromium found?

-Two-handed swords

-Different types of daggers

-Plants with symbolism

-How to write emotional turmoil

-How to write mental breakdowns

-Survivor’s guilt

-The definition of emotional manipulation

-The definition of gaslighting

-The concept of wuxing and the character traits associated with each element

-Character traits associated with each zodiac in Asian mythology

-Monkey’s paw

-Real-life locations

-Money conversions 

-Possible ways for people to act when drunk

-Blade lengths for different weapons

-How to make ship names

"Why though?" You ask. I should maim and kill, you think. Join the army maybe.

Grow, it insists. Create something, you think. It pulls you toward your mother's fields.

Oh how the tables turn, it thinks. You think, 'what?'

Nevermind. The soil turns green under your fingertips and soon all the red is gone.

You crave blood, and you compel your wielder to obtain it. "Go, kill and maim" But a psychically deaf peasant found you, unable to compel them they shaped you into a plow. That farmer is now dead, and as a new human finds you they are compelled yet again "Go, sow and grow"

Day 2 of getting my phone taken away from me at night which forces me to make scenarios in the morning.

"How to make sex feel better"

So you put a pillow on the bottoms back and it would stretch the skin upwards therefore making it feel better.

- preferably better for females.

And then if you put it under the bottom the tops feels more pleasure since it's getting sandwiched twice

- better for males

I had a dream

someone I loved

had their heart ripped out.

We trusted the wrong person,

and they suffered for it.

I had a dream

i held them as they slept

praying for a pulse

head buried in their chest

I had a dream they shook awake

as if from a nightmare.

Their face said confusion

their eyes wild with panic

I had a dream I calmed them

Relief in my tears.

“You really were worried about me”

They said, weak smile on their lips.

I had a dream i held them in close

shaking in relief

their head on my chest

I slept

if only we met sooner

if only we had met sooner

i might be really good at golf now

and although you’ve been practicing

you’re still losing at mario kart somehow

if only we had met before

we might have two cats (or four)

we might have been to turkey

and brought home several more

if only we had met earlier

i’d be joining you at the football matches

then we’d go back, have some dinner

then head to bed where i give you back scratches

if only we had met a two years ago

which is when you first saw me

you might be ready

and maybe i would be too

but i guess now we’ll never know

Photo courtesy of New York Times

Moving

          “Isn’t it boring here, Noah?” Elijah complained.

          “Patience Elijah. Soon enough, a huge wind is going to blow us away from here.” Noah reassured him for the umpteenth time with an exasperated sigh.

          Both Elijah and Noah had been in Antarctica for many years, standing in the great vast of water, only moving a little by the winds that could have knocked any human down. Due to their great size, they haven’t been moving a lot recently. Elijah had been very impatient. He was just a bit smaller than Noah, he really wanted to explore the world.

But the winds weren’t cooperating.

          “Seriously Elijah? It’s better here. We can survive here before those dreaded humans come and destroy us.” Peppy piped up indignantly. She was the smallest ice berg there was. She was always annoyed with Elijah, for all he kept talking about was to explore the world and complain how boring Antarctica was.

          “I don’t think all humans are that bad! And I hate all the boring white here...” Elijah continued on and on and on. Peppy and Noah sighed in defeat.

          One day, Elijah and Noah were just chatting about their day. It was one of those rare days where Elijah wasn’t complaining the ice off about how boring Antarctica was.

That was when the howling started.

          It wasn’t audible at first, the wind wasn’t too strong, nor was the water current. But slowly, is started picking up faster and faster. It was like a blizzard, Noah and Elijah could barely see anything. Then they started moving little by little. They saw Peppy speeding past them, screaming as she went. Elijah and Noah started moving faster and faster. It was the biggest storm they ever had.

Then all light had disappeared.

          “Elijah! Wake up! Look where we have arrived!” Elijah groaned and woke up to bright light and warmth. It was really unlike Antarctica. Elijah gasped upon finding out where they were.

          They were floating in warmer waters next to colourful land! Well, not really colourful, but it wasn’t white! At last! Something other than blue and white! Elijah stared in awe. A red house stood further away, and another white house peeked from behind. What humans called ‘cars’ were standing around on the land. Human were looking at us and talking muffled words. “I think they’re talking about us!!” Elijah exclaimed excitedly. Noah didn’t say anything.

          They floated in the warm waters, not moving. Soon, night came and all the human went home. Elijah and Noah stood floating in the waters all alone. “Hey Elijah, I think I’m starting to melt...” Elijah looked over in a panic just in time to see a small chunk of ice falling down from Noah. It dropped own and splashed loudly in the sea.

Both looked at each other in horror.

Photo courtesy of New York Times

The dream

          I had the same dream over and over again. My sister would always be there to wake me up. She said that I was sweating and sometimes screaming. And yet in the dream I never scream at all. Every morning I would wake up to my sister’s calling, and the dream still fresh in my mind. But when I try to tell anyone about my dream. It would disappear, and I wouldn’t have anything to say. I could tell no one.

          It all happened after my mother’s death. She died in a car crash, a tragic death. I was still sullen months after her death, I could not move on, her death haunted me. She was the only person, besides my sister, who truly loved me and cared for me. She was the best mother, but now she was gone....forever.....

Except my dreams...

          I would go to sleep and wake up in an unknown place and the sky would be pink, which always reminded me of my mother, since it was her favourite colour. I would be standing on a wooden bridge that led somewhere. I would also find myself wearing my mother’s jacket, I took it from her to remember her. But instead of a pink jacket, it turned red. I would walk and walk and walk till my sister called me up and pull me back to reality. It was the same, strange dream every night. 

I didn’t know what was going on...

          One night, my sister was away to attend a party hosted by her friends. I was left all alone in the house. I had lots of work to be done and went to bed real late. But my sister still hadn’t come back home. I figured that she had fell asleep in her friend’s house. I lay awake, thoughts all on my mother. I missed her terribly, I really wished to give her one last hug. To feel her warm embrace. Her presence. My eyelids grew heavily, and I was pulled into the web of unconsciousness.

          I woke up. Again on the same wooden bridge and pink sky with pink and white clouds. With my mother’s once pink now red jacket. I stood up and once again waked towards the end. The only thing different was that now no one was there to wake me up. 

I reached a dead end.

          I found a beautiful mirror at the end. Unknown light glinted of the surface of the glass. I saw my face looking right back at me from the mirror. I picked up the mirror and sat at the end of the wooden bridge. I stared at it, uninterested. When the image of my face changed. It turned into my mother’s loving face! We looked very alike, I just needed long hair and blue eyes to look like her. She stared unblinking at me, frown curling up into a smile. I was shocked. It was a dream, but with my mother. I grabbed the mirror and shouted, “Mom! Can you hear me! Where are you? Mom! Mom?” I stared at the mirror. Mom’s face was just there, smile frozen in place.

“Henry, dear?” A soothing voice piped up.

          I whipped my head up and tears ran down my cheeks. “MOM! Oh my god mom I miss you so much!” I put the mirror down and got up. Mum was floating with beautiful white wings, about two metres away. “I know we haven’t talked in a while. Come to me.” She head her arms outstretched. I ran towards her, but she changed in a split second, to bloody eyes, shirt and wings... Everything became red around me. And after that split second, I fell into the red abyss, and darkness whisked me away...

Mother’s P.O.V?:

I looked down and couldn’t see him anymore. I smiled. That was another one who took something from the dead. I stared at the pink jacket o the bridge.

Who will be next I wonder?

Inspired by a Korean Urban legend made by ‘707′

Photo courtesy of New York Times

Another Chance

          My mom passed away right after I was born. My father was devastated, but he didn’t tell me anything about her death. I was too young and innocent. But of course, I found out sooner or later. I wasn’t that sad though, to be honest, I did not see my mom at all except in photos. Didn’t mean I was all that jolly either.

          I respected my dad. He wasn’t abusive or anything. He was nice, though he was a bit distant. It broke my heart to see him so depressed and sad, when he looked at pictures of mom. But I couldn’t help him. I tried, and it went horribly wrong. I told him it was alright and that mom was in a better place. He practically screamed in my face and threw a vase at me. It might’d flew an inch from my face. I felt the wind of it go by. Let say I didn’t say anything after that.

          It might be somewhat fine in the household, but high school, was hell.      

          I was 15, starting a second new year of the same school, with same people. I walked through the packed hallways with my head down and hood up. The kids there know me by a lot of names. ‘Emo Freak’, ‘Loser’, ‘Quiet Freak’, ‘Idiot’. You name it. I was the quiet kid of the school who barely had any friends. You think I should had speak up or something, right? I did, in fact. But it also went horribly wrong.  I tried speaking to some people, and tried to make friends but it just got me more enemies. I didn’t know why they hate me so much. But I could guess the suspect to be my eyes. Their purple, and they think is the sign of death. Which is stupid. I tried telling teachers, but they won’t do anything.

          Then on the 20th of October. Something life changing happened.

          Dad’s mental health must had gotten worse without me knowing. I come home to find dad...                                                                                                                                 ....in a pool of blood.

          News spread like bush-fire. Soon nearly the whole school knew that the ‘Emo Freak’s’ father had committed suicide. And what was disgusting is that they find it funny! The bullying got worse day by day. I got more depressed each day by each day. The demon and taken over my head and there was no more angels singing in my head. I grew colder and colder. Till the point where I started to think that grabbing a knife and killing everyone was better off. 

          I got up from bed and walked to the kitchen. Then something had happened, but it was a blur before I fell into darkness.

          I woke up in a bed. It wasn’t mine though. All around me was blue. Peaceful blue. I stood up and caught a door in my sight. It was blue except for the doorknob, which was sparkling gold. I timidly tip-toed towards to the door and opened it. I was immediately blinded by bright light.

          I shot up from my bed. The covers flew of my body. I was sweating profusely. It was all just a dream. I ran a hand through my hair and heard a familiar voice calling for breakfast. “MUM! DAD! Oh my god I’m so glad you’re alive!” Both gave confused and amused laugh and glances. “I had this dream and... Nevermind, It’s not important.” I smiled and ate my pancakes with my loving family. Then a voice sounded in my head, 

“You’re not hopeless Mandy. Don’t listen to others. Purple can represent anything. For you it would be hope. I’ll give you another chance to live. To change.”

Photo courtesy of New York Times

Hope

                   I met Hope in the rescue center for dogs. He was placed in a cage between two well groomed and beautiful dogs. He was very different from them. When I first saw him, I was shocked! He barely had any hair and he was skinny to the bone. While other dogs pressed their pretty faces onto their cage doors. He sat in a corner, away from the light. So I had to take a second look at the cage.

         When I first looked at him, I felt pity. I thought that the reason he stayed at a corner is that he had no hope on people adopting him. That was why I adopted him. And that was why I named him ‘Hope’.

         Hope was skeptical of me at first. He avoided me for the first few days. But I gave him space and time. Slowly, he warmed up to me after a week. He started to sit on my lap and lick my face. I gave him the adequate amount of food he needed, and if he wanted more I would give him. He was a sweet dog overall. But more time passed, and his hair or size didn’t seem to grow. The veterinarian said that it was harmless and he would be fine.

         Hope was a sweet dog. On bad days, he would snuggle at my neck and lick my tears away. On rare days, where I wanted to be alone in my room, Hope would wait outside the door till I got better. He was a patient dog and would be there to help me when I got hurt. Like a time where I fell and broke my leg and couldn’t move. Fortunately, Hope was there. Even for his small size, he managed to bark loudly enough to get my neighbor’s attention to get help. So I consider him my savior and comforter.

         Most of my friends favored him despite his appearance. Of course some still despised him. But still, I hosted a party at my house and sent invitations to all my friends. I smiled after I sent the last invite. This is going to change on how some would view my dear Hope. I then started getting ready for the party.

         When my friends arrived, I could tell by their faces that I’d succeeded. I had placed paper moon and stars all around the living room. The walls were covered with wallpaper that were black and starry. Like a night sky or space. There, sitting at a table, was Hope wearing a small but majestic cape, sitting behind a sparkling crescent with the words: There is hope in every living creature.  I then turned to my gawking visitors and calmly said, “I don’t think I got into the origin on why I named Hope, ‘Hope’. He looked so helpless at the center. Like many people had rejected and made fun of him. I gave him hope when he had none left. I gave him food and shelter and love. And hope.” I took a deep breath. “Give him a chance. He may not be beautiful. But he needs love and hope. So give him a chance. Hope.”

         My friends all stared at me with tear-filled eyes...

Poly Bakusqaud x reader

(Prologue https://snugglebug-mj-blog.tumblr.com/post/660774123801296896/poly-bakusqaud-x-female-reader-prologue-your-the)

Part 1

it was a chill fall afternoon and everyone at UA was doing there own things since it was it was after school. Most students where already in their dorms or having to detention. Y/n was in the library with a third year working on a project Mr. Hizashi had assigned. We where making a PowerPoint of the stages of English writing. The third year was alittle to touchy for y/n liking she kept telling him she was taken but he wouldn't take the hint Y/n was to busy typing on the other side of the table she didn't notice the third year getting closer to her. Y/n jumped when she felt a hand on her thigh y/n quickly got up but the third year pinned her to the table y/n yelled and slapped the third year very hard across the face making him fall to the floor. "How dare you! I told you I was taken and I'm underclassmen!" Y/n growled grabbing all her stuff and quickly ran out of the library. As y/n ran down the almost empty halls the third year followed her. As she turned the corner she ran into a brick like chest she landed on the ground with an uff she looked up to see kirishima. "Pebble I was looking- Pebble are you ok?!" Kir panicked as he pulled y/n to her feet pulling her to his chest and locking his arms around her tightly. The third year came around the corner growing "get back her you little-" and meet a angry looking Kir "where you talking to my pebble like that?" he growled the third year "Nothing!" he said running off. kirishima looked down at me "Let's get back to the dorms. We can talk there ok?" he asked y/n nodded and they walked back to the dorms.

Family

family is not about blood, It's about who is willing to hold your hand when you most need it, its about having a shoulder to cry on the bad days, its about having someone there to listen when you break down.

"Family" isn't defined by last names or blood. Its defined by commitment and love! It's about standing up for someone when they need it the most. It means we have each others backs when everything goes down. It means choosing to love each other even on those days your struggle to like each other. It means never evening up in each other! You stood with me through it all! You are my family❤

writers in the shower: yess and that would happen mmm such a plot twist YES THIS MAY BE THE BEST THING I WILL EVER WRITE

writers when they’re about to write on the blank paper: tf was i gonna do again

𝐒𝐦𝟎𝐤!𝐧𝐠 𝐍𝟒𝐤𝐮 𝐰𝟑𝟑𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝟎𝐦!𝟑

The smell of weed filled the air, as dreams flew out the window. Kazuha had given up hope, ever since his friend had passed away, so he decided to get high to hopefully make his worries go away.

His eyes were red from crying, and from smoking.

He wrapped the naku weed in pieces of his poetry.

His plan was to get out of this damned nation with Tomo. However, the Raiden shogun had a change of plans; so did him..

He heard something behind him; but he honestly didn't give a shit anymore. Standing behind him was a short man, with choppy indigo hair, and a large hat. He sat himself across from him.

The man picked up the purple weeds, and curiously looked at them. "Know how to do it?" Kazuha asked. He shook his head. He grabbed the one in his hand and grabbed a piece of papers. Crushing it, then rolling it up.

"Then you light the tip and inhale." He showed him how to do it, carefully guiding his hands.

"There you go!" He cheered.

The men smoked for hours on end.

"My co-workers are such assholes! Can't even do they're damn job right.." The indigo complained. Kazuha listened to the man's tales about his boss, and how he worked with idiots. He had some sympathy for him.

"What are you doing out here anyway?" He asked. "The fucking shogun killed my friend, so I'm just out here mopingg." He gritted his teeth. "Oh don't get me started on that bitch, she's a fucking pussy, won't even leave her little safe place and sends her puppet to do everything for her!"

"I like you purple boy, what's your name?" "Kunikuzushi, what's yours weed boy?" "Kaedehara Kazuha, but you can call me Kazuha."

"Let's do this again, sometime." Kunikuzushi shook his hand.

Kazuha blacked out for most of the night, when he woke up, the man was gone.

ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛᴜʀɴ ᴛᴏ ʀᴏᴀᴅ ᴛʀɪᴘ

ᴀ ʏᴛᴛᴅ ʀᴏᴀᴅ ᴛʀɪᴘ

ᴄᴀʀ ɪ - ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀᴄᴅᴏɴᴀʟᴅꜱ

"Are we ready to go?" Shin shouts as the kids gather up into the car.

It was summer vacation so they were visiting Universal Studios. Sara sat in the passenger seat, Joe in the back with Kanna, and Gin in the middle. Kugie was staying back at home, she couldn't miss her threapy appointment. Since she was staying home, she could take care of the pets.

"Do we have everything?" He asked Sara.

She nodded.

"Let's hit the road-"

"I need to pee!" Gin shouts and hops out of the car.

He comes back after a few minutes.

"Now let's go-"

"I need to go to!" Kanna says and quickly gets out.

"I swear to-"

"Brb!" Joe shouted as he rushed out of the car.

He came back after five minutes.

"Let me guess, you need to go to, Miss Sara?"

"Yes actually!" She said as she hopped out.

She came back and buckled up.

"Shit I need to go now-" Shin runs to the bathroom, and ran back to the car when he was finished.

"LET'S FUCKING DO THIS!!" He yelled and stepped on it.

Halfway through the trip, the kids began to scream for McDonald's.

Well a child and teen.

"McDonald's! McDonald's!" Gin and Joe were yelling.

"Alright, alright!" Shin gave up and turned into the drive through.

"I want a happy meal, with nuggets, apple slices, and chocolate milk!" Gin told him.

"I want a big mac and sprite!" Joe shouted.

"Fries and a cheese burger, please, and thank you." Sara sighed.

Shin already knew Kannas order because he took her here when he couldn't afford to make dinner at home.

"How may I take your order?" The speaker asked.

"One black coffee."

"Will that be all?"

"Yes."

Everybody was in shock from the cruelty of Shin Tsukimi.

He pulled up to the window, paid, took a sip of it and left.

"Night; night." Joe grinned, and knocked Shin out with Gins cat pillow.

Sara took control of the wheel, "What the hell-"

They drove back to the McDonald's and ordered their food with Keiji's credit card; which Joe "borrowed" and when Shin finally woke up, Sara was driving and happily eating her big Mac.

It was late at night, you had your bags packed, and you were ready for his signal. That was when you saw him pull up to your window.

You opened it and shimmed through, dropping yourself into the back. You quickly moved to the front of the car.

"Eds!" A smile grew across your face.

"Y/n!" He gave you a hug, well as much of one as he could.

He started the car, it was loud as hell. You heard a door fling open and there your parents were, standing there shouting at you to come back.

You and Eddie drove off.

"Where are we going?" You asked.

"I'm taking you far away from here." He told you, "How does South Carolina sound?"

"South Carolina?! Wait, what about you?"

"I'm gonna stay in Hawkins, it's not safe for you there, so I'm taking you somewhere safe."

"But I don't want to leave you!"

"I promise I will visit, maybe we'll play some DnD once you find a good place to stay. I just want you to be safe, away from your crazy ass parents!"

You sat in silence for a lot of the ride, he stopped by some drive thrus to get something to eat. You willing ask some fries, and stole some of his.

You were five hours in and you had to take a piss.

"Eds, can we stop by a gas station real quick?" You pleaded. He turned into one.

"I need to get gas anyway, go get some snacks for us!" He called out as you ran off inside.

You picked up snacks, two slushies, and some water. You paid and ran out to the truck.

You and Eddie hit the road, he thanked you for his slushie with a kiss on the cheek. You both talked, laughed, and flirted.

"You know I love you, right?" He said out of nowhere.

"And I love you too.." You couldn't help but stare at all of his little details. His demin jacket, hellfire shirt, rings on his fingers, and his tattoo that you can just barely see.

You had fallen asleep during the ride and when you woke up, you and Eddie were cuddled up. You looked around, you were inside the car and parked inside of a lot.

You counted the cars driving by until you realized there was a police car driving near. You ducked your head into Ed's shoulder.

"Eddie, we need to go." You whispered.

He woke up, startled at how close you were.

He turned on the engine and began to drive.

The cop was following behind the truck.

"How far are we?"

"Just two hours."

"Let's lose him in traffic.'

He began to weave in and out between cars. When traffic cleared, the cop car was gone.

You both cheered as your trip came to a stop.

He stopped in front of a runaway shelter and gave you his number.

"I love you, I'll visit whenever I can!" He shouted before he drove off.

Your heart was pounding in your chest.

A/N-

Basically I'm pumping out Eddie fanfictions cause I'm on a road trip of my own. So sorry if this was rushed.

𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐇𝐚𝐰𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐬 // 𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐌𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧

𝘌𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘔𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘹 𝘔𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

It was a late Saturday night, your parents were out of town so you decided to invite the dungeon master; Eddie Munson, to your house. You've known him since middle school and have been friends ever since.

Your plan was to binge horror films and help Ed brainstorm some ideas for the next campaign. You weren't in his club but on rare occuasion, he would come to you to try and rope you in.

The door bell echoed through the halls, you rushed to the door and opened it to see Eddie with his unruly hair and hellfire shirt.

"Conners, what's up?" He pulled you in for a hug.

"I've been waiting for hours!" You complained.

"Sorry, got held up with the others!"

You both entered the house and brought him down to the basement, "Whatcha wanna watch? Nightmare on elm Street, Halloween, The Shining-"

"Let's try Halloween." He sits back on the couch.

You put the tape in and began to played it loud and clear. The movie started up, and you already started making your unnecessary comments.

"What kind of dumbass- JEEZ!!" You cringed at the sex scene; these movies never really scared you, only THOSE scenes did..

"Are you okay? We can turn it off if it makes you uncomfortable." You felt comfort through his words.

You turned it off and just stared off into space. However you looked back up to see Ed staring at you.

"Dude, you're so handsome-" He blurted out of nowhere, you both bursted into laughter.

"I'm honored to hear that from the one and only Eddie Munson." You liked hearing his name over and over again, it gave you a warm feeling.

You both started to watch nightmare on elm Street but you were so focused on the guy across from you. So you decided to take your shot.

"What if we made out?" You awkwardly asked, realizing you probably screwed that up.

"Really?" He asked.

You scooted closer and he put his hands behind your head. You connected your lips and you slowly went deeper. You loved this goofy ass man with all of your heart.

You heard a door upstairs swing open and heard footsteps stomping around.

He broke the kiss and ran for the window, "See you at school," he winked, squeezing his way through it. You watched as he ran for his car.

You listened to your parents walk down the stairs, "We're back."

Your dad grumbled, "There weren't any girls over, right?"

"Just me, sir." You chuckled as he slammed the door to the basement. They would never know..

so real for this

the problem with reading and writing leading to a strong vocabulary is that you tend to know the vibe of words instead of their meanings.

if I used this word in a sentence, would it make sense? absolutely. if you asked me what it meant, could I tell you? absolutely not.