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Kindness Over Cruel: Part 2

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Weeks had passed since that first conversation, and things between Y/N and Jonathan had changed in ways she never expected. What started as a simple “hello” had turned into something more—a quiet friendship built on shared moments between classes, late-night phone calls about movies and music, and even a few secret photography sessions after school. Jonathan had opened up to her in a way that made her feel special, like she was one of the few who truly understood him.

And what Y/N didn’t know was that, during those moments, Jonathan had developed feelings for her—feelings he wasn’t quite sure how to express. So he did what he knew best: he wrote. Quietly, over the course of several days, he penned notes to her, pouring out his thoughts. He wasn’t sure if she would feel the same way, but he hoped she’d understand.

One afternoon, he slipped a note into her locker:

“I know we’re just friends, but I can’t help feeling like you’re more than that to me. I don’t know if you feel the same, but I had to tell you... you mean a lot to me.”

Jonathan had hoped it would stay between the two of them, but unfortunately, someone else found out—someone who wasn’t too happy about it.

Dan, Y/N ex-boyfriend, had noticed Jonathan lingering around her more often. He’d seen the way she smiled at Jonathan, and it bothered him. He and Y/N had broken up months ago, but in his mind, no one else should be close to her. So when he discovered one of Jonathan’s love notes, anger flared up inside him.

One day after school, Dan cornered Jonathan by his locker. “So, you think you can send Y/N notes, huh?” Dan’s voice was low, mocking. Jonathan stiffened, already sensing the confrontation coming.

“Leave it alone, Dan,” Jonathan muttered, trying to brush past him.

But Dan wasn’t done. He shoved the note into Jonathan’s chest. “You think Y/N gonna fall for this? For you? You’re out of your mind, Byers. She’s way out of your league. She’s popular. You’re... well, you’re nobody.”

Jonathan clenched his jaw, his hands tightening around the strap of his backpack. He wasn’t the type to fight, but Dan’s words stung. He had always felt like an outsider, and now his insecurities were being thrown back in his face.

“She’s not like that,” Jonathan finally said, though his voice wavered slightly.

“Oh, trust me,” Dan smirked, leaning closer. “She’ll never go out with you. You’re just a phase. Someone for her to pass the time with. She’ll come back to someone like me eventually.”

Jonathan’s heart sank, but he kept his expression stoic. He wouldn’t give Dan the satisfaction of knowing how much those words hurt. As Dan walked away, Jonathan stood there for a moment, the crumpled note still clutched in his hand. Doubt gnawed at him, and for the first time, he wondered if Dan might be right.

But deep down, Jonathan knew he had to trust what he and Y/N had built. It wasn’t about popularity or being in the same league. It was about how they understood each other.

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Kindness Over Cruel- Part One

Jonathan Byers x Y/N imagine

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The classroom buzzed with the usual chatter as the teacher droned on about something Y/N wasn’t really paying attention to. Her focus, as usual, was a few rows ahead of her—on Jonathan Byers. The quiet kid in class. He sat quietly, his head bent over his notebook, scribbling something she couldn’t quite see. She didn’t know why she was drawn to him, but there was something about his quiet, thoughtful presence that caught her attention. He was different from the other boys in school. Maybe that’s what intrigued her.

She glanced at him every now and then, careful not to stare for too long. The idea of actually talking to him sent butterflies fluttering wildly in her stomach. She’d imagined it so many times—walking up to him, saying something casual, maybe even making him smile. But she never had the courage to make it happen.

Her friends, sitting beside and behind her, nudged her arm. “Hey, why do you keep looking at Byers?” one of them whispered, a teasing grin spreading across her face.

“Yeah, you’re obsessed,” another chimed in. “Why don’t you go say hi to him?”

Y/N felt her face heat up. “No, I don’t—” she started, but they cut her off.

“We dare you. Just go up to him and say hi. C’mon, it’ll be funny. You know how awkward he is.”

Her heart raced, not with excitement, but with embarrassment. She wasn’t like them. She didn’t want to make fun of Jonathan. But they were watching her, expecting her to follow through with their dare. They thought it would be some sort of joke—a quick laugh at Jonathan’s expense.

For a moment, she hesitated, feeling trapped between her friends’ teasing and her own feelings. But then something shifted. Instead of going along with their cruel plan, she made a decision. If she was going to talk to Jonathan, it wouldn’t be to mock him. She wasn’t like that. She wanted to be kind.

After class, she gathered her courage. Her friends snickered behind her, waiting to see what would happen, but she tuned them out. She walked up to Jonathan, her heart pounding in her chest.

“Hi, Jonathan,” she said, her voice softer than she intended.

Jonathan looked up, clearly surprised. He blinked, as if unsure whether she was talking to him or someone else.

“Hi,” he replied, a little uncertain but polite.

She smiled, feeling her nerves settle. “I just wanted to say… I like your photography. The pictures you take for the school paper? They’re really good.”

For a moment, Jonathan didn’t say anything. Then, a small, genuine smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. “Thanks,” he said, his voice quiet but appreciative.

It wasn’t much, just a small exchange of words, but it meant everything. She’d made the choice to be kind, to see Jonathan for who he really was. And in that moment, she was glad she had.

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Every Breath You Take: Part 4

The bell rang, snapping you out of your emotional haze. You took a deep breath, still sitting on the cold floor of the bathroom stall, your body drained from crying. You knew you couldn’t hide in there forever, though. As much as you wanted to disappear, there was something inside you, an urge you couldn’t ignore—a need to confront Steve.

The weight of everything—his betrayal, his guilt, the love you once had for him—was too much to carry alone. You had to face him, to let him know what he had done to you. And so, with shaky legs and a pounding heart, you stood up, wiped your face one last time, and walked out of the bathroom.

As you made your way through the hallways, students buzzed around, heading to their next class or outside for lunch. But your mind was elsewhere, locked on Steve. You knew where he’d be—he always went to the courtyard during lunch.

Your heart raced as you pushed open the doors to the courtyard. Sure enough, there he was, leaning against the wall near his usual spot, chatting with a couple of his friends. But he wasn’t laughing or smiling like he usually did. He looked distracted, glancing around, like he was searching for someone. Probably you.

You stormed across the courtyard, ignoring the curious looks from other students. Some people already knew what had happened, and the gossip had likely spread like wildfire. But you didn’t care. You weren’t going to hide this confrontation, not anymore.

“Steve!” you shouted, your voice sharp and loud enough to get his attention—and everyone else’s.

His head snapped in your direction, and the second he saw you, his expression shifted. Hurt, guilt, and something else flickered in his eyes. He stepped toward you, his hand reaching out slightly as if he could somehow stop what was about to happen. “Wait, I—”

But you didn’t let him finish. The anger you’d been holding back exploded out of you as you shoved him hard in the chest, making him stumble back a few steps. “You broke my heart, Steve!” you yelled, the words echoing through the courtyard.

Everyone had gone quiet. All eyes were on you now, but you barely noticed. Your vision blurred with fresh tears as you shoved him again, your hands trembling. “You lied to me. You cheated on me. After everything, after all we had... I loved you, Steve. I really did.”

Steve stood there, looking at you with wide, hurt eyes, his hands hanging limply at his sides. He didn’t try to stop you; he just took it, his expression crumpling with every word you threw at him. “I’m sorry...” he whispered, but his voice broke, like he didn’t even believe his own apology.

Your chest heaved, and the tears started falling again. You couldn’t stop them this time, not with everything pouring out of you. “Do you have any idea what you did to me? How much I loved you, Steve? How much you meant to me?”

He didn’t say anything. He just looked at you, guilt and pain twisting his features. It was clear that he was heartbroken too, but it didn’t change the fact that he had caused this. He had shattered everything.

The silence from the rest of the courtyard was deafening. You could feel dozens of eyes on you, watching this private moment unfold. Among the crowd, you caught sight of Eddie and Dustin standing near the edge of the group, both frozen in place. Eddie’s face was unreadable, but there was something in his eyes—a mix of shock and pity. Dustin looked like he didn’t know what to do, glancing between you and Steve with wide, worried eyes.

Your hands dropped to your sides, your energy completely drained. You had said what you needed to say, but it didn’t make you feel better. If anything, the weight of your words made everything feel heavier.

Steve’s eyes were locked on yours, filled with regret and sorrow. He opened his mouth to say something, but you couldn’t bear to hear it. You couldn’t bear to stay there any longer.

Without another word, you turned and ran. You pushed through the crowd of students, ignoring their whispers and stares, the tears streaming freely down your face. You didn’t know where you were going; you just needed to get away.

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Every Breath You Take: Part 3

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The next day, the familiar, chaotic hum of Hawkins High School felt different. You walked through the hallways, your stomach tight with nerves, dreading the moment when you’d see Steve. You hadn’t slept much the night before, the kiss with Eddie replaying in your mind over and over. It had brought you some comfort in the moment, but now, in the harsh light of day, reality felt more confusing than ever.

You were on autopilot, drifting from class to class, barely able to focus. Everything around you seemed muted, as if you were watching the world from behind a screen. Whispers and laughter echoed through the halls, but you felt disconnected, weighed down by the storm brewing inside you.

And then, it happened. As you turned the corner, you saw him—Steve, standing by his locker. His hair was perfectly styled as usual, but his face looked different. Dark circles under his eyes, a slump in his usually confident stance. He was talking to someone, but when his gaze drifted, he caught sight of you.

For a second, time seemed to slow. His brown eyes met yours, and you felt your heart clench. It was brief, but in that moment, you saw the guilt, the sadness, the regret written all over his face. He opened his mouth slightly, as if he was about to say something, but no words came out.

You quickly averted your gaze, pretending not to notice him. You couldn’t do this. Not now. Not after everything. Ignoring the pit growing in your stomach, you kept walking, your shoulders tense, and you felt his eyes on you the entire time.

But you didn’t look back.

The rest of the morning passed in a blur, the weight of that brief interaction sitting heavily on your chest. By lunchtime, it was all too much. You couldn’t keep it together any longer. The mix of emotions—Steve’s betrayal, the confusion with Eddie, the weight of the last 24 hours—it all felt too overwhelming to handle.

Without thinking, you ducked into the nearest bathroom, locking yourself in one of the stalls. The cold tiles and dim fluorescent lighting did nothing to comfort you as you sank to the floor, pulling your knees to your chest. And then, the tears came.

It was the kind of crying that hurt, deep and raw. You didn’t even try to hold it back this time. All the anger, the sadness, the confusion poured out of you, each sob racking your body as you buried your face in your hands. The bathroom was empty, the sounds of the school muffled beyond the walls, and for a brief moment, you allowed yourself to fall apart.

You thought of Steve again, the way he looked at you in the hallway. The guilt in his eyes. You knew, deep down, that he regretted it—that he hadn’t meant to hurt you. But it didn’t matter. He had. And now, no amount of guilt could undo the betrayal you felt.

Your thoughts shifted to Eddie. You hadn’t seen him today, but the memory of his kiss, his touch, was still fresh in your mind. Part of you wanted to run to him, to let him be your escape from all this pain. But another part of you wasn’t sure if you were ready for that. It was all so confusing.

As you wiped away your tears with the back of your hand, you heard the bathroom door creak open. Panic washed over you for a second—you didn’t want anyone to see you like this. But whoever it was didn’t speak, and after a moment, you heard the soft sound of footsteps leaving.

You took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down. Maybe you weren’t ready to face Steve. Maybe you weren’t ready to figure out what was happening with Eddie. But sitting here, crying on the bathroom floor, you knew one thing: you couldn’t avoid this forever. Eventually, you’d have to confront the mess of feelings swirling inside you.

But for now, all you could do was cry and hope that, somehow, you’d find the strength to move forward.

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Every Breath You Take: Part 2

Part 2:

The kiss lingered, soft but charged with an intensity neither of you expected. When you finally pulled away, the room seemed to exhale with you, the weight of the moment heavy between you both. Eddie’s forehead rested gently against yours, and his breath came out in a shaky exhale.

“I—uh, I didn’t plan that,” he muttered, his voice low, almost apologetic.

You blinked, still trying to process what just happened. “I didn’t either,” you whispered back, your fingers unconsciously tracing your lips, which still tingled from his kiss.

There was a long silence. You could feel Eddie’s heartbeat racing under your palm, still resting on his chest. He pulled away slightly, giving you space, his eyes scanning your face as if searching for any hint of regret or uncertainty. “Are you okay?” he asked cautiously.

You weren’t sure how to answer. Were you okay? Steve’s betrayal was still fresh, and your heart felt bruised, but here was Eddie, who had shown up when you needed someone most. And he wasn’t Steve. He didn’t lie. He didn’t hurt you. Maybe it was the rawness of the night, or maybe it was that Eddie had always been there, a steady presence you hadn’t fully appreciated until now.

“I don’t know,” you admitted honestly. “Everything’s... a mess.”

Eddie gave a half-smile, rubbing the back of his neck, clearly as uncertain as you were. “Yeah, well, life tends to be that way, doesn’t it?”

You let out a breathy laugh despite yourself. “That’s one way to put it.”

The weight of everything that had happened with Steve suddenly surged back. The betrayal, the hurt. It wasn’t gone just because Eddie kissed you, but the sting felt a little less sharp now. You sighed, sinking back into the couch, your emotions a confusing jumble. “I just... I don’t understand why he did it. I thought I was enough for him.”

Eddie’s expression softened, and he scooted closer again, this time his hand finding yours. “You are enough. Don’t ever think you’re not.” He paused, his voice growing firmer. “Steve... he’s a good guy in some ways, but he’s also scared of commitment, scared of not living up to his own expectations. That’s on him, not you.”

His words hit you hard, settling into a part of your heart that had felt fragile all night. You swallowed, feeling tears threaten again, but this time it wasn’t from betrayal—it was from being seen. Really seen.

“I don’t know what I would’ve done without you tonight,” you said, your voice small.

Eddie gave a soft chuckle. “Probably cried a little less if I wasn’t here to kiss you unexpectedly.”

You nudged him playfully, a smile breaking through despite the heaviness of the moment. “Maybe.”

The room fell into a more comfortable silence after that, the awkwardness from before easing away. You sat next to each other, your hands still entwined, finding comfort in the quiet. Eddie didn’t push for more, didn’t ask for anything else. He just sat there, steady and present, giving you the space you needed.

Finally, you broke the silence, glancing at him with a hint of a smile. “Eddie, thank you. For everything tonight.”

He grinned, that familiar mischievous glint returning to his eyes. “Anytime, sweetheart. But, uh, let’s just pretend I planned this whole knight-in-shining-armor thing. Might make me look cooler.”

You rolled your eyes, but your heart felt lighter. Maybe things with Steve were over, and maybe that would hurt for a while. But sitting here with Eddie, you realized that maybe—just maybe—this unexpected turn wasn’t a bad thing at all.

As the night deepened and the quiet of Hawkins settled in, you leaned against Eddie’s shoulder again, feeling, for the first time in hours, that everything might be okay.

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Every Breath You Take: Eddie Munson X Y/N Story

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It was late, and Hawkins felt unusually quiet as you sat alone on the couch, staring blankly at the TV screen. The news from earlier kept playing in your mind on a loop: Steve had cheated on you. The boy you'd trusted, the one you thought cared about you, had betrayed you. You weren’t even sure how to process it all—heartbroken didn’t quite capture it.

A knock on the door interrupted your thoughts. You didn’t feel like talking to anyone, but when you opened it and saw Eddie Munson standing there, his eyes filled with concern, a part of you felt relief. He must’ve heard through the Hawkins High grapevine. Everyone knew everyone’s business in this town.

“Hey,” Eddie said softly, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation. “I, uh, heard what happened. Figured you could use a friend.”

You nodded silently, unable to meet his gaze, afraid that if you did, you’d break down right there. But Eddie, always perceptive, noticed. Without saying another word, he sat next to you, his presence alone comforting in a way you hadn’t expected. He wasn’t loud or his usual teasing self. Instead, he was just... there, quietly offering the solace you didn’t even know you needed.

For a while, you sat in silence, the room filled only with the low hum of the TV and your shaky breaths. Then, finally, the dam broke. Tears streamed down your face, and you found yourself spilling everything—how hurt you were, how stupid you felt for trusting Steve, and how empty it left you feeling.

Eddie listened patiently, nodding occasionally, but never interrupting. When you finished, exhausted and drained, he spoke up, his voice a soft rumble. “You don’t deserve that, you know. He’s an idiot. You’re... you’re worth so much more than what Steve can offer.”

His words were sincere, and somehow, they reached deep into the ache in your chest. Before you could stop yourself, you leaned into him, your head resting on his shoulder. Eddie stiffened for just a second, surprised, but then he wrapped his arms around you, holding you close. His scent, a mix of cigarettes and cologne, was strangely comforting, grounding you in the chaos of your emotions.

“You’re gonna get through this,” he whispered, his lips brushing against the top of your head. “I promise.”

When you finally pulled back to look at him, his dark eyes were soft, filled with something you couldn’t quite name—something that felt like more than just friendship. Time seemed to slow, and before either of you could think it through, Eddie’s hand cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing away a stray tear. His gaze flickered to your lips, and for a moment, you both hesitated.

But then, he kissed you.

It was soft at first, almost uncertain, as if he wasn’t sure if you wanted this. But as soon as you responded, kissing him back, the world around you disappeared. All the pain, all the betrayal, all the hurt that Steve had caused melted away, replaced by the warmth of Eddie’s lips, his touch, his presence. This kiss felt like an escape, like the beginning of something new—something that maybe, just maybe, could heal you.

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July 7, 1949 - July 11, 2024

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John and Paul, Hey Jude recording season; 30th July, 1968.

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Billy Hargrove - Chapter Eight: The Mind Flayer (2x08)

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Amor Tumbado

***Mentions of drinking & getting drunk ****

One Saturday night, you and your friends decided to go to a Mexican rodeo. You just ended a two-year relationship and all you wanted to do was remain at home and listen to melancholy music, but your friends wouldn't allow you. They forced you to go the Mexican rodeo instead.

You guys were on time to find a parking spot. They reviewed your id's before you and your friends entered the rodeo.

So you and your friends ordered a couple of beers. You never drank in a club before, so this was your first time doing so at a rodeo. maybe perhaps a nightclub. You remember opening the can of Corona you had on hand and drinking it. As you drank it, you thought of your ex-fiancé and a girl that was involved in his life incident from the night before. Screw that.

You swallowed and gulped the alcohol liquid down your throat while thinking about your ex fiancé and that girl.

Getting drunk helped you forget about it. It was still fresh and damaging in both your head and heart.

You remember thinking, ''Guess what? I'm at the rodeo, which means I can flirt or even dance with gorgeous boys.'' But you noticed it was the alcohol talking. With a single can of Corona, you were immediately drunk. Yes, you got easily drunk.’

you got another alcoholic beverage from your friend, this time it was a Mexican alcoholic beverage called Modelo. you drank the entire can and was soon really drunk. Not too wasted.

But even more drunk than before. If that makes sense. When you were drunk, you remember dancing with one of your girlfriends. You guys were drunk and dancing on the dance floor with everyone. While you guys were drunk, you had a great time dancing with her to loud Mexican music.

While you guys were dancing, a couple of men approached us and asked if they could join you and your friend. you politely declined them and continued dancing with her.

You also remember seeing a cute guy at the Mexican rodeo while you were drunk. He looked white, but he had the most beautiful brown eyes I'd ever seen in a man. No, not at all. You weren't not kidding. You seen brown-eyed men before, but this one had the most beautiful brown eyes I'd ever seen. He was wearing a hoodie and looked to have been by himself. He was cute. When you walked past him to use the restroom, you noticed him standing alone, watching people dance. You pointed to him and told one of your friends, ''He was incredibly cute and I wanting to ask him to dance with him, but I was really shy.''

Your friend encouraged you to go dance with him. But you were shy. 

Just then, a couple random males approached you, one of them asked you to dance. Again, you were uninterested and politely declined them.  They wouldn't take no for an answer, and they continued to push on to dance with you. 

You thought that the only way to get rid of the guys was to lie to them and say, ''I was married to a white guy.''

So you tried that, and guess what happened? They kept pushing the idea that they wanted to dance with you. They even asked for your phone number, which began to frustrate you.

You even tried your hardest to convince them to go to one of your girlfriends because she was divorced. Her spouse had broken up with her, and she was depressed, much as you were when you and your ex-fiancé broke up.

They finally took no for an answer and headed to one of your girlfriends after what seemed like a long time to get them away from me. 

I'm not sure what he and your girlfriends talked about, but after he left, one of your friends told him that she would think about dancing with him and that she needed some time to think about it. Wow, I wish you were thinking about applying that excuse.

Anyway, you noticed that you had seen the cute guy in the hoodie before. Yes, that's the one you thought was white. lol.

You saw him in the crowd again, and a part of you wanted to invite him to dance with you. You were still drunk, and you desperately wanted to ask him to dance with him. 

He was sitting close to where you were sitting at on the couches earlier, and you couldn't help but gaze at him. He had such a lovely face and wonderful brown eyes. Why not look? you were single and still hurt from your ex-fiancé and the girl he was with, so why not?

''I swear to God, if the same random guy who asked me to dance with me comes near us again, I'm going to walk away and try to talk to the cute white guy with the white hoodie,'' You warned yourself.

So, what do you think? That same random creep weird guy from before approached you and wanted to talk to you, but you gently pushed him away towards one of your girlfriends and stood up and walked away. 

You stood in the crowd near the cute guy in the hoodie. You looked at him again, pretending to watch people dance. 

You had to decide to approach him and tap him on the shoulder. 

You thought he was white, so you whispered in his ear, and you asked him ''If he had a girlfriend?'' In English.

He whispered in your ear and asked you in Spanish - ''Did you mean to tell me if I had a girlfriend in English?''

''Yes. That's exactly what I meant.'' You replied in Spanish in his ear.

Holy crap. You didn't expect him to speak Spanish. You assumed he was simply a white dude. He didn't appear to be Spanish.

''I don't have a girlfriend,'' he replies. "Do you have a boyfriend?" he asked in Spanish.

''No I don't have a boyfriend.'' You told him in Spanish.

''Nice.'' He stated this in Spanish.

In Spanish, you remember telling him that he looked hot and had beautiful eyes. Remember, this was during your drunk state. You stumbled through your words.  You wouldn't have had the courage to tell him this if you wasn't drunk.

''You don't speak a lot of Spanish, do you?' He said it all to you in Spanish. 

You gazed at him with cute puppy dog eyes and shaking your head no sadly. 

''That's OK. ''From where are you?'' he inquired in Spanish.

You informed him that I was from (your town). He said he didn't know where that was.

I inquired about where he came from. He claimed to be from a few mins away from the rodeo. He inquired as to how far (your town) was from his house.

You informed him that it was an hour distant. He exclaimed, ''Oo.'' 

He inquired how old you were.

You told him I was (your age) years old.

''Oo,'' he repeated again.

''Oh dear, this does not seem good,'' You thought.

''How old was he?'' You asked.

He told you that he was 23 years old.

''Okay, 23 isn't an awful age'' you thought to yourself.

He returned his gaze to the leaving crowd after the conversation. 

You asked for his phone number. You wouldn't have asked him if you hadn't been intoxicated.

''Yes,'' he replied. You unlocked your phone and handed it over to him so he could enter it.

He entered his phone number and handed it to you.

''What's your name?'' he asked.

''My name is (Y/N). What is your name?'' You asked him back.

''My name is Hassan. '' He told you.

'Wow, he looked white.'' You thought to yourself.

''I have to get going,'' you said.  My buddies were waiting for me outside. 

''You have a good night,'' you said. He gave you a nod.

You noticed you had two missed calls from friends. You went to the exit and called one of them.

''Hey, where are you?'' You asked on the phone. 

''We are right here,'' they responded as you approached them. 

You made my way towards them.

''I apologize for that.'' you informed them.

''It's all right,'' they said. 

You noticed Hassan walking towards his car outside. You would love to see him again.

As you guys texted each other over three hours that night, you were overcome with emotions of love…

You and him texted on WhatsApp every day and you guys were texting back and forth.

The only issue you had with Hassan was that he lacked trust. He insisted on you telling him the truth and nothing but the truth. He said it over and over again. When he kept repeating it, it irritated you.

He told you one day that he saw your Facebook page and accused me of being with your ex-fiancé. You reminded him that you and your ex-fiancé had broken up. Because he didn't trust you, you deactivated your Facebook account. Then he asked why you deleted your Facebook account, and then he told you that he had trust worries and that he hardly knew you and didn't want a relationship right now.

You were hurt because you wanted to be with Hassan. you wished you could be with him. You wished to be his girlfriend. You desperately wanted to be his wife.

You wished you could be in his support. You wanted to be his and his alone. You had no idea you would fall in love with him. You were head over heels in love with him. Why didn't he feel the same way about you? You desperately wanted to be his wife. You wished you could be his girlfriend and then convert into his wife. You were charmed by his man.

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Almost that time of year again. Here is a little ghostface!eddie moodboard.

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Justice for George folks!

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Paul McCartney and John Lennon on longing  -

1. A moon or a button by Ruth Krauss 2. The Long and Winding Road: The Beatles (Lennon-McCartney) 3. Dead Poets Society (1989) dir. Peter Weir 4. Paul McCartney at Glastonbury 2022 5. Euripides, Grief Lessons: Four Plays by Euripides: tr. Anne Carson 6. A Meeting by Wendell Berry 7. Stand By Me (1986) dir. Rob Reiner 8. Paul and Linda McCartney interviewed by Joan Goodman for Playboy magazine 1984 9.  The Triumph of Achilles by Louise Glück 10. Brokeback Mountain (2005) dir. Ang Lee 11. Famous Blue Raincoat by Leonard Cohen 12. I Loved My Friend by Langston Hughes

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attention to all steve/eddie writers.

i know i’ve seen a few posts like this floating around today but it’s been brought to my attention that a fic of mine has been copied word for word by @/spookyppl i’ve messaged the author however do not and will never condone this behaviour. i saw that @stevenose had the same thing happen to them and you can go view their post.

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mine was posted nearly two months before and it’s clear this person is going around stealing work from authors. i don’t want anyone to be sending hate but this is a message for you all to go and check to see if your fics have been stolen. this has made me so incredibly upset and angry and it should be obvious that this is a disgusting thing to do.