#Oliver Henderson

[whatwherewhenwhohuh]

Sally Williams And Oliver Henderson.

Sally Williams and Oliver Henderson, our beloved ghost children would just look so cute in these. As soon as I saw this I was reminded of them. Immediately.

Image Credit: Lolita-wardrobe.

Im sorry for all the clothing from the same page but they just have such good lolita outfits!

[darkpeacemusic]

Pt. 6 of my CRP voice headcanons!

[bones4thecats]

Can I please ask for more Creepypasta characters with a kianna komori Reader

also you can decide what you want it to be about

A/N: This is the last Creepypasta/Horror thing I will be writing on this account, so after this is posted, the Taglists and Character Lists are being deleted for good. I'm sorry to all of my Horror lovers out there, including you, @nunezs-stuff, but I am getting so many requests for Record of Ragnarok and Twisted Wonderland in comparison to Creepypasta and Slashers. But, anyways, I hope you enjoy this!

Taking Them In ~ Oliver Henderson x Reader & Elizabeth Vasquez x Reader

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Humming rang through the forest as a young woman and two masked men crawled through the broken tree limbs that lay dead and mutilated on the floor.

"How much longer is this gonna take?" One man asked, looking at his two partners.

The other man sighed as the woman groaned in annoyance, he had asked that several times in the past 10 minutes.

"Look Jeff, we'll get there s-s-s-shit! Soon. It's not our fault that you decided to jump out at scare the fuck out of the k-k-k-k-cocksucker! Kids out camping." The other male replied, obvious annoyance and tiredness laced in his tone.

Jeff rolled his eyes as the woman motioned for them to stop moving.

"Did you hear that?" She asked, Jeff and their partner jumped to a halt and stood stiff.

"Maybe it was the goddamn burritos that old Tics-a-lot here decided to demolish back in the cabin!" Jeff said, causing the other male to bring out an axe and nearly cut off his hand as he chuckled.

"Shut the hell up you two. I think I hear a child." "Ooh, new torture victim kid?" "No dumbass, an actual child."

"Toby, you go around the back and check if it's a trap, and Jeff, you stay here and quit fucking talking." The woman said. Jeff gasped in fake surprise. "Me? Quit talking? You should know it's my talent, besides smiling and killing, of course."

The others looked at each other, rolled their eyes, and began getting into position.

The closer the female and Toby got to the sound's main area, the louder and more stiff the sounds became. It was almost as if the person knew that were coming, and was happy about it. But what child would be happy about two complete strangers approaching them in the dark forest?

" Oh what in the name of Satan?! "

Toby and the woman looked at each other and realized that the sound they were chasing had completely vanished, and now Jeff was yelling?! What were they dealing with, a demon?!

When the two arrived back to where Jeff was, they did not expect to see what it was...

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🎩 A child? What was a child doing out here, and was his hat holding Jeff up by the throat?!

🎩 He looked back at Toby and you, realizing there were more there trying to find him, so his trap was working quite well

" Who are you? "

🎩 You looked at his face and realized that from the hair covering his eyes and forehead, there was blood cascading down like rain on a car's window

" I'm Y/N, this is Toby, and that's Jeff. Now, can you please let Jeff down? "

🎩 He stared back at Jeff, shrugged and said he couldn't, you'd have to ask his hat, which he called Tom to let him down

" Tom, can you please put Jeffery down? "

🎩 The hat seemingly lightened it's grip on Jeff's neck before throwing him onto the ground with a loud thud

" Since I know your hat's name, what's yours? " " Oliver. "

🎩 You smiled and raised your hand for him to shake as Toby and Jeff stood there in disbelief, how did you calm the kid down that quickly?! He was about to kill Jeff!

🎩 It took quite a few questions before you coaxed Oliver into traveling with you guys, but when he started following you, he couldn't stop

🎩 He had never met someone who could tame his hat that fast, other than himself of course

🎩 You were special, and he didn't want to lose you, and you knew, you didn't want to lose him

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🛏️ You and Toby froze when you saw Jeff holding onto a low tree branch screaming

" The kid's got no legs, I repeat, the kid's got no fuckin' legs! "

🛏️ You noticed that the girl was holding onto a fairly bloody pillow, and it made you remember the nights where you would find slight blood of Yui's pillows from where those god-forsaken vampires hurt her

🛏️ Sighing, you walked up towards her and made sure you were moving fairly slowly, as she seemed to get spooked by Jeff's yelling

" Hello there, what's your name? " " Elizabeth, Elizabeth Vasquez. "

🛏️ Toby's eyes widened along with Jeff's before they began yelling the same question;

" The girl who died from their legs being chopped off?! "

🛏️ She nodded as more tears began falling. You turned around and glared at the two as Toby tried getting Jeff down, as he had climbed up higher while screaming in fear

🛏️ You looked back at the girl with a recognizable saddness and a bit of sympathy laced in said look

🛏️ She looked up at you as you reached out and hugged her, making her start to cry heavily

🛏️ This was the most affection she had gotten since, that happened...

" Elizabeth, may I call you Liz? "

🛏️ She nodded as you smiled gently at her, patting her head before standing up and carrying her in your arms

" Would you like to stay with us? I'm guessing you're lonely out here. "

🛏️ Once she saw how sparkly your eyes were, she remembered her mother, who would smile at her with the same look in her eyes

🛏️ She nodded happily as you chuckled and motioned for the boys to finish the mission as you both went back to the cabin

[creepywrites]

Ben

Warnings: death and cults.

After a big argument with Sarah, he ran away from home when he was 10, Ben had no plans and was just wandering until he met a recruiter and convinced him to go with her because she offered shelter and food.

Ben was slowly being indoctrinated, he realised quick to get a crumb of attention he needed to conform and fit in as much as possible.

he was drowned on his 12th birthday, and was excited but wary when he was informed he was going to be the first to be ascended and tried fighting back when they were drowning him.

After joining the eternity project he never saw his mum while alive again and never attended school, instead he was homeschooled.

Not many people took notice of his disappearance besides Sarah.

Because he was the first known to be successfully ascended they named the group after him, B.E.N.

During the ascension, he became the statue of elegy, unable to communicate to any of the others or interact with the new world.

This is because the leader knew he wasn't actually as dedicated and compliant.

His body was dumped and never found, because Sarah died, people completely stopped looking and his case was dropped shortly after.

Ben doesn't know he's dead and was wandering aimlessly, nearby where he died, confused and lost but feeling a connection to the place.

People often visit the lake and every time he hides away, too afraid to interact.

He loves legend of Zelda because of the puzzles and it was the series that helped him feel less lonely, one of the few games Sarah would play with him as well.

He really wanted to know more about his dad, even though he know he left them, Ben wanted closure.

He was a very lonely and insecure kid, people at school never liked him and avoided him, because of his lack of social skills he never talked to people with similar interests.

After Sarah saves him, he becomes Child Link, and Ben's spirit was able to separate himself from BEN when the Majora's Mask cartridge was reset.

Ben doesn't remember anything of what happened inside the game after the reset.

He's best friends with Sally and Lost Silver, Sally saw him and kept coming back to reach out to him, sensing his sorrow and convinced him to leave, believing she can help him.

Him and Lost Silver became friends very quickly, they met when Ben accidentally went into Pokémon silver.

His powers are intangiblability, hydrokinesis, super strength and teleportation. He can also go into games, he doesn't use any of them however.

The black goop from his sockets and mouth constantly drip down his face, it pours faster when he cries. He himself doesn't even know what it is, but tries to not question it.

Ben hasn't celebrated a single holiday since joining the Eternity Project, and couldn't celebrate much with Sarah, but does the most the can with Sally and lost silver.

Ben doesn't kill people, even though he easily can, he just wants to live his life and try to improve himself with his friends.

He doesn't surround himself with people that kill.

He collected a lot of things like stickers, magnets, and pins based on his favourite games at the time, mostly Sonic, Legend of Zelda and Mario.

He puts them on things to claim them.

He doesn't take drawing seriously, but he still likes doing it with Sally.

His favourite games are Legend of Zelda Ocarina of Time and Harvest Moon. However he likes a lot of other games, too. As long as there's some sort of action he'll probably enjoy playing it.

He enjoys Dungeons and Dragons, he used to play with Sarah. He's a big fantasy nerd in general.

Because he forced his way out of the cartridge,  he'll randomly start to glitch, appearing more like the elegy statue or child link for a few seconds to minutes, this usually freaks or worries new people that he meet's because they don't know what's happening.

Ben always unintentionally masked around the other members to try and fit in.

He doesn't mask nearly as much as he used to, and only really does it if he is with someone he doesn't know or like.

His special interest is Pokémon and legend of Zelda,

His stim is kicking his legs.

although he's gained a lot of knowledge over the years, he still has extremely childish mannerisms. The more upset he is, the more child-like he becomes.

Seeing others enjoy what he no longer can brings feelings of envy and resentment.

The first few years he was trapped in Majoras Mask, he felt scared and betrayed, he hated anyone who was in the project, and wanted them to suffer.

But after Rosa and Sarah, that changed his mindset after realising it wasn't some evil plan by everyone involved and everyone was just as confused.

Even though he couldn't interact with anyone, Rosa was always talking to him when she could.

He had no clue Sarah was the one helping him.

Ben mostly keeps to himself because he is afraid to lose the friendships he has - he will only interact with others when they are in the right state to do so. He knows that the people he holds dear are very fragile emotionally and deeply traumatised.

He doesn't speak very often, only a select few have ever heard him say anything.

He's completely blind, Sally is the one who usually guides him along, because they are on the move a lot, he doesn't have time to know the layout.

In 2018, another Great Depression occurred, leaving many people jobless, homeless and a decrease in international trade. Many people died during this period until it ended in 2020, Ben was completely convinced this is what the Eternity Project was preparing for and thought it was the end of the world and they were going to die.

Ben still keeps up with new Zelda games and enjoys the majority of them.

He's always wet, his clothes clinging to gaunt features.

Ben likes the other ghosts but can only hang out with them for so long because of all the different smells are overstimulating.

He’s fluent in English and has an American accent.

[louisbxne]

new heartstopper season 3 stills!

[oneforthemunny]

santa claus is comin' to town |janitor!eddie munson x teacher!reader|

prompt: oliver's first christmas with you and eddie, since the adoption, is off to a not so great start. luckily, eddie knows exactly how to make both your spirits bright <3

read the entire janitor!eddie and teacher!reader series here!

contains: parents eddie and reader. oliver is adopted by you and eddie. past talk of parent trauma and neglect. a little angsty, a lot fluffy <3

“Ollie, look,” You nodded, pulling the young boy’s attention to the center of the mall, right outside the food court, settled in mounds of fake snow and twinkling snowflake lights was Santa’s Village. Children of all ages jumped with excitement, giddy at the chance to tell the man at the end perched on a red velvet throne, what they desperately wanted for Christmas. Their parents handing over wads of cash for a photo, a framed memory they could cherish for years. 

This was the first year you and Eddie would get the chance.

“Do you want to go see Santa?” You asked, grinning down at him with a smile so bright, it rivaled the lights around you. 

Oliver didn’t match your excitement. Instead he looked over solemnly, head shaking in a sad bob that had your stomach plummeting. “No, ‘s okay.” Oliver shrugged. 

You blinked, looking up at the lines. “It’s ok if you do.” You pressed gently, a soft smile to reassure him. He was still getting used to you and Eddie paying for everything, still skittish about it even after the judge made you his legal guardians. “I can go with you, if you want. I just want to make sure you tell Santa so he can get you what you want.” 

Oliver shook his head again, bottom lip jutting gently, small enough to have your face dropping in worry. “No, it’s ok.” He shook his head. “Santa never comes to my house anyways. I don’t think he knows about me, or he forgets.” 

“What do you mean, honey?” Your voice was strained with emotion, trying desperately to stay level, not to sound upset though your stomach was twisting in the most painful way. 

Oliver looked up at you through long, dark lashes. “He never came to my house.” He muttered, a tiny huff of a sigh that made you want to sob. “I’d always send him the letters at school, but he never came.” 

You felt every ounce of his disappointment, bore it heavy on your heart. Your throat constricted, unable to find the right words. What did you say to that? What could you say to make it better? You didn’t know, so instead you nodded, squeezing his hand gently, stopping for a cookie at the small corner kiosk and heading towards the music store Eddie was at. The once cheery, festive music felt mocking now, playing through the speakers. 

Eddie stood by the counter, strumming the newly repaired string of his guitar to test it. His face lit up, excited to show you how they’d fixed it, how much better it sounded now with a proper tune up. Instead, his smile fell. 

“Hey,” Eddie muttered, hand running over Oliver’s locks, ruffling them in an affectionate greeting that had him giggling. “What’s goin’ on?” 

You didn’t meet his gaze, swallowing the burning bile that rose in the back of your throat, eyes downcast towards Oliver. “Hey, you alright?” Eddie muttered, his hand touching yours, calloused thumb gliding across your knuckles. “Somethin’ happen?” 

“No,” He knew you were lying, your voice tight the way it was when something was wrong. “Did you get it fixed?” 

“Yeah,” Eddie frowned, scanning your features carefully. “Are you sure-” 

“-Can I go look at the CDs?” Oliver pointed towards the aisles of CDs, hand gently pulling yorus for attention. 

You nodded. “Stay towards the front, ok? Where we can see you. If you can’t see us-” 

“-Then you can’t see me.” Oliver grinned. “I will.” He chirped, giddily skipping over to the CDs. Somehow, his innocent happiness made your heart break more. 

“Hey, look at me, baby.” Eddie muttered, knuckle brushing under your chin lightly, pulling your gaze into his. “What’s’a matter? What’s wrong?” 

You pressed your lips together to stop the shake you felt coming. “I, uh, I asked Ollie if he wanted to see Santa. Tell him what he wanted for Christmas so we could get an idea for him.” Your gaze wandered to the small boy, on his tiptoes to flick through the CDs in the rock section- the ones he was starting to favor since listening with Eddie. 

“He said,” You swallowed, voice quivering with emotions that you were trying your best to keep in. “He said Santa never visited him, Eddie. He thinks he forgets him every year.” 

Eddie watched your face crumble, turning away to try and compose yourself. His own heart dropping. Rushes of his own childhood, the hope that maybe this year Santa would visit if he stole the Borden’s lights, threw them up on his roof instead so Santa could see. He even kept his light on so Santa would know he was home, but still, he never came. 

Until he stayed with Wayne. 

“Does he,” Eddie ducked, eyes cutting around the store. “He still, like, believes in him and all that?” 

You paused, brows furrowing lightly. “Yeah, I mean, I think he does-” 

“-I got it.” Eddie nodded, finality in his tone. “I got it, baby. Don’t worry.” 

“Ed, wait, just-” You stopped him, eyes cutting to Oliver. “You can’t make him, ok? If he doesn’t want to, then we should respect that.” 

“I’m not gonna make him, baby.” Eddie smiled softly. “I got it, ok. You trust me?” You nodded slowly. You did trust Eddie, in every way with everything. 

“Then let me handle this, alright? Don’t worry about it.” Eddie pressed a soft kiss to your cheek, squeezing your hip lovingly, walking back to the counter to gather his guitar. 

“Hey, Ollie, gotta ask you somethin’, little guy.” Eddie hummed, strumming his guitar, tongue poked out in concentration. 

Oliver was in front of him, mindlessly playing with his own action figures while Eddie practiced, flipping Spider-Man off the couch cushions and launching him over the coffee table with pure childlike imagination. “Yeah?” 

Eddie watched him carefully, trying to play it cool, easy- not to scare the kid. “Mama told me something,” The beloved name you’d adorned before the papers went through. Eddie had christened you with it happily, grinning at the way it made you gleam when he’d call you it. “Said you didn’t want to see Santa.” 

Oliver stopped, action figure hanging in midair, eyes wide like he’d been caught doing something wrong. “Yeah.” Oliver said quietly. Eddie knew he was trying to read his tone, see if he was mad or upset. 

Eddie smiled at him softly, playfully throwing a hand out to him. “Dude, why?” He grinned. “You gotta tell the big man what you want for Christmas.” 

Oliver’s head lowered, dragging the plastic feet of the superhero across the coffee table. “Santa doesn’t come to visit me.” He mumbled. “He never has.” 

Eddie tried not to let his face falter. He knew it was coming, and it still hurt. Instead, he tried to remember what Wayne said, exactly how he’d said it and convinced him years ago when he was in Ollie’s shoes, hurt and disappointed. 

“He didn’t?” Eddie cocked his head to the side. Oliver shook his head, face falling. “That’s weird.” Eddie quipped, lips twisting in thought. He could feel Oliver’s eyes on him curiously, he wanted to play it up for him. “You know, I bet you’re not registered.” 

Oliver blinked. “Registered?” 

“Yeah, your parents,” Eddie cringed at the mention. “You, uh, you have to register everyone to Santa. There’s a lot of kids in the world, and he can lose count sometimes. If you move or if you have more kids, anything, you gotta get them registered so he’ll know. Kinda like attendance, y’know?” It wasn’t nearly as smooth as when Wayne did it, much more rambling, but Oliver’s eyes lit up. 

“You do?” Oliver asked, setting Spider-Man down completely. 

“Oh, yeah.” Eddie nodded, setting his own guitar down on the stand. “I’ve been meaning to call anyways, make sure they were sending me a form down so I could let them know that you’re here now. Let me just call really quick.” 

Oliver followed him, close on Eddie’s heels into the kitchen, where you were cutting carrots for the soup. “Hey, babe,” Eddie called, opening the junk drawer by the sink. “Have you seen the phone book?” 

“The phone book?” You frowned, turning to look over your shoulder at them. “It should be under the coffee table.” 

“No, the one for the North Pole.” Eddie muttered, eyes lifting to yours, shooting you a wide eyed look. 

You paused, tracking his sharp side eyed glance to Oliver, who’s eyes were wide and hopeful, hanging on Eddie’s every word. “Oh,” You squeaked. “Um, I think I put it in the address book in my purse.” 

Eddie fumbled through the contents of your bag, swiping the floral printed contact book with a sloppy grin. “Ah, found it.” He muttered, tongue poking out when he thumbed through the names and numbers. 

“Can I see?” Oliver asked, rising on his tip-toes to look over the edge of the book. 

“Hey, no way, c’mon.” Eddie shook his head. “Santa only gives it to parents. So we can call when you’ve been bad, or when we move and stuff. Can’t give it out or he’ll be mad.” 

Oliver hesitated, scanning Eddie’s face carefully. He was a little suspect, but Eddie said it so confidently, it was hard not to be convinced- hell, you were convinced, listening with careful amusement from the kitchen. 

Eddie pulled the phone off the hook, dialing the number with a covered hand, winking over at Oliver playfully. The line rang and rang and rang, until-

“Hello?” 

“Hi, this is Eddie- sorry, Edward Munson.” Eddie said cheerfully into the phone, just like he would talking to a customer service rep. “I was needing to talk to someone about registering a new house to Santa’s route.” 

There was a pause, the rustling of the line on the other end. “Eddie, what the fuck- are you high?” Dustin Henderson’s confused voice rang from the other end. 

Eddie grinned, jaw clenching at annoyance he tried to hide. Thankfully, Oliver didn’t seem to notice, eyes shining with awe at the phone call. “Yeah, we were just needing to talk to someone about registering our house for Santa to stop at.” Eddie’s tone was clipped behind feigned cheerfulness. “We have Oliver living here now, and we wanted to get the form sent.” 

“Eddie, what-” Dustin laughed on the other end. “Are you messing with me? You’re messing with me.” 

“Yeah, just a second-” Eddie covered the phone, leaning towards Oliver. “Ollie, can you grab my wallet? By the bed?” 

Oliver nodded, scampering down the hall. Eddie waited before turning, cradling the phone close to his mouth. “Henderson, play the fuck along, ok? I told Oliver I was calling the North Pole.” 

Dustin laughed, a loud cackle of a laugh, full belly and entertained. “Why? What are you doing-” 

“-Because Santa has never visited him.” Eddie hissed lowly, ceasing Dustin’s laughter. “And I am trying to get the registration form just to make sure we get added on Santa’s route, so Santa will be sure to visit us this year.” Eddie’s tone lifted, changing instantly back to that cheery tone he had before when Oliver ran in. 

“Thanks, bud.” Eddie grinned, taking the wallet. “Just my license number?” He hummed, flicking it open. 

“Eddie, I’m-I’m sorry, man. I thought you were messin’ with me-” 

“-Yeah, it’s W23-016.” Eddie cut the other man off through gritted teeth. “And it’s Oliver Munson. He’s eight, and his new address is 172 Azalea Lane in Hawkins, Indiana.” 

The line was silent. “What do you want me to do here, Eddie? Like pretend-” 

“Yeah, if you can send the form here, that would be great.” Eddie fought back an eye roll. He should’ve called Steve. “And my wife wanted me to ask, can Oliver go see Santa now and tell him what he wants, or should he wait until after we mail the form back?” 

“Uh, now? Is that what you want me to say? Dude, why didn’t you call me before so I could prepare-” Dustin huffed. 

“Great. We’ll get that filled out, and we’ll go next weekend.” Eddie smiled over at Oliver, heart swelling with warmth over the irritation he felt. “Thanks so much for your help, Nog. Have a good one.” 

“Oh, wow, use my ninth grade dwarf name. Real mature-” Eddie didn’t wait to hear the rest of Dustin’s whining, slapping the phone on the receiver. 

Oliver was bouncing, practically exploding with anticipation and excitement. You thought your heart might burst at the sight. “They’re sending it over.” Eddie clapped his hands. “Told you it was easy, Ollie. They said you just have to sign something when it comes, and we can send it back off to the North Pole, and can go see Santa next week.” 

“Wow,” Oliver beamed, smiling at you. “Thank you.” He muttered, barreling into Eddie’s side, squeezing his thighs in a tight, loving hug.

“You’re welcome, bud.” Eddie smiled, patting his head affectionately. “Can you go put my guitar back in the garage? In the case, please? Make sure to fasten it.” 

Eddie waited until Oliver was running back into the living room to slide over to you. Your eyes shining with adoration, awe. “That was the sweetest thing I think I’ve ever seen, Ed.” You muttered, arms wrapping around his torso. “I don’t think I’ve ever been so in love with you in my whole life.” 

“C’mon,” Eddie blushed, rocking you gently, a half stepped sway. “Not gonna let the kid have a bad Christmas.” 

“How did- How did you even come up with that?” You blinked, chin resting against his chest. “That was genius.” 

“Well, gotta give credit to Wayne.” Eddie shrugged. “He, uh, he did it first. When I came to live with him the first time after my mom passed. Dad hadn’t got me a gift since she died, too fucked up to remember the whole Santa thing. So Wayne told me it was because he forgot to register my house after we moved. I believed it. Made me feel better thinkin’ my dad just forgot to register the house, instead of forgettin’ me, y’know?” Eddie muttered, voice dropping lowly. 

Your heart ached in the most uncomfortable way, squeezing him tighter into your chest. “It was sweet.” You whispered, arms circling around his waist, pressing a kiss to the soft fabric of his t-shirt, right over his heart. It made him flush with heat. “Thank you for that.” 

“Baby, do you have construction paper?” Eddie asked, sliding into your classroom. It was still early, the sun just barely lifting into the grayed Indiana morning sky, frost still fogging at the windows. 

“Um, in the cabinet in the red drawer.” You pointed to the arts and crafts area, neatly organized safety scissors and crayons tucked away. “What are you doing?” 

“I got this idea last night. Ollie’s real excited-” Eddie paused, scanning the classroom for the little boy. 

“He went down to the gym with Mrs. Bronski.” You waved it off lightly, passing out the morning activity papers to each of the spots. “Excited about what?” 

“Excited about Santa this weekend.” Eddie muttered, flipping through the stack of construction paper, shimmying out a sheet of red and green. “Anyways, I got this idea about making the form. I found these letter stamps and ink pads in the art room, asked Lois if I could borrow them and she’s letting me. I think it’d be better printed like that so it look more legit, ya know?” 

You beamed, smiling brightly under the fluorescent lights of the classroom, making Eddie’s heart skip. “Yeah, that’s- that’s really sweet, Ed.” 

Eddie paused, shoulder’s tensing slightly, that familiar wide eyed, scared look creeping into his features. “You- It’s stupid, isn’t it?” He asked, voice tight. “I, fuck- sorry- I just, I dunno I thought it would be cool. Better than… It doesn’t matter. That was too much, I’m sorry, I just got excited-” 

“Eddie, what?” You lifted a brow, tone steady and calm, like it always was when he’d spin out like this. “Ed, I think that’s a great idea. I think it’s really sweet, and I think Ollie will love it.” 

Eddie scanned your features, looking for any reason not to believe you- a quirk in your lips, a blink that felt off, anything. “Are you sure? It’s not… too much?” 

“You think I’d judge you for doing too much?” You tilt your head to the side playfully. “I’m jealous I didn’t think of it because it’s perfect, Eddie. All of it. You’re just,” Your breath hitched, heart fluttering at the sight of him. “You’re just a really good dad, and it makes me so inexplicably happy that I get to be with you. Watch you be a good dad, and a good husband, and just be with you. I’m so happy with you.”  

Eddie blushed, cheeks reddening at your words. If you weren’t in school, the looming threat of HR surrounding you, he’d push you up against the poster board, make out with you right there. 

“Thank you.” Eddie muttered instead, looking down at his work boots, cheeks burning with the praise. “I, uh, I- yeah, I feel the same way, y’know. About you, and you’re a good mom- the best mom.” You rolled your eyes bashfully, grabbing his hand, squeezing it softly. 

“Hey, lovebirds,” Steve grinned, head ducking in your doorway. Eddie rolled his eyes, scoffing with exasperation. “Gotta go get the kids. Do you want me to walk yours up too?” 

“No, I’ve got it.” You smile politely. “Thanks, Steve. I’ll be right there.” 

Eddie was already reaching for your lanyard of keys, dropping them in your hand, pressing a sweet, parting kiss to your cheek quickly. 

He worked tirelessly in his tiny janitor’s closet, pulling out a broken ruler to make sure it was lined correctly, taking breaks in between the lunch cleanup and fixing a ceiling light, until it was perfect. 

Oliver was thrilled when Eddie came home, the bright red paper in his hand. “Guess what came in the mail today, Ollie?” Eddie sang in a silly tone, a grin so wide and dazzling it made you want to melt. 

Oliver signed the dotted line with careful, slanted handwriting. You thought you were going to cry seeing him sign Oliver Munson beaming with pride at the last name that was all his now. 

Eddie snuck it back into your bedroom after going to “mail the letter back”, neatly laying it in your bedside drawer. That night, the two of you lied in bed, looking over every careful detail of the paper, your own prized possession. 

“How long did this take you?” You muttered, fingertip tracing over Oliver’s pen scrawled signature, lip trembling all over again. 

“Not too long,” Eddie’s chest rumbled under you, lips pressed into your hair, holding you against him as close as possible. “Worst part was trying to make sure I didn’t miss a letter or something. I started on green but fucked up Santa. Spelled Satan, so had to start over.” 

You laughed, a small, watery giggle that had Eddie’s grin on you tightening, an affectionate squeeze to your hip. “Yeah, that might have him confused.” You beam, head lolling back on Eddie’s shoulder to look up at him. “He was so excited though, I don’t think he would have cared.” 

Eddie’s lips curled in a soft smile, hand moving to cradle the back of your head, pulling you in for a sweet kiss- the kind that left your head reeling with devotion, letting him press you back into the pillows, body sliding on top of yours. 

“Wait,” You panted, tapping on his chest gently. 

Eddie frowned, rolling off of you. “‘M sorry. I thought you wanted to-” 

You placed the paper back in your bedside drawer, neatly tucking it under a book so it wouldn’t get crinkled. “I didn’t want it to rip.” You smiled softly, flicking off the lamp. 

Eddie could see your eyes, glowing with that devious hint that had his heart jumping with excitement. You crawled over him, legs straddling either side of his hips, your hands in his hair this time, pressing him into the pillow, pinning him with a feverish kiss that left him reeling.

[two-martians]

i AM the #1 green ranger defender and no one can say otherwise

[bored-boring-and-tired]

guys i have very important question here /j. which fruits/vegetables would each heartstopper character be? i need to figure it out for: charlie, nick, tao, elle, tori, michael, isaac, oliver, tara, darcy, and imogen. oh and also alice

[heartstopper-0bsessed]

can we please take time to appreciate this goddess of a women?! she doesn’t get enough credit for the whole heartstopper series, she’s genuinely so gifted. i hope she understands how many lives she’s touched all around the world, she’s truly so incredible.

[ilovealiceosemann]

First looks at Season Three!! 🍂🍂

[louiisaa]

the new heartstopper season 3 pics had me kicking my feet and sobbing simultaneously im so excited

[dandandanny]

About to go into Heartstopper Season Three (again)

Can't believe after I have finished this season I would have finished all three season 26 times. WTF!!!

I haven't watched anything like this since Buffy the Vampire Slayer.

My obsession is a little OTT, but it doesn't bother me in the slightest. Maybe it should. But, I'm OK with that.

I might take a little break from it after this season though. I will watch "Winter" (S3 E5) on Christmas day and read This Winter too. That will be it until the new year. If I have the will power.

[xoxonxo]

70 days until my happiness is fulfilled

[disastardly]

Every Green Ranger is at least a little bit queer. This is both true and non-negotiable.

Except Joel. Joel Rawlings, Sky Cowboy, is thoroughly and unwaveringly heterosexual. In fact, he's the only straight person on his team.

[purple-afternoon]

Happy valentines day💕

[yorit1]