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trippinsorrows · 2 months ago

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dos oruguitas + au

authors note: just a short, random thing i came up with heavily based upon this ask as well as some others! it's just a 'what if' thing based off the two main characters from 'looking through your eyes'

words: 1.7k

warnings: angst and fluff

song inspo: dos oruguitas by sebastián yatra

Loving her was never the problem. That was easy. An almost second nature thing that Roman happened to stumble upon out of nowhere. The same way he serendipitously stumbled upon her. Young. Beautiful. So full of life. He found his initial interest rooted in her art, pieces that so beautifully depicted her home, a small village off of Isla Mujeres, tucked away from the busy hustle and bustle of the island.

Never was he one to gravitate to art, anything remotely close to the arts. But hers….it always called to him, the same way her soft giggle seemed to travel across the room and land his eyes on her, her smile so beautiful and focused on someone other than him, an ounce of jealousy arriving at this lack of being on the receiving end of an angel. Ten seconds of knowing her existence, and he was already spellbound.

That’s what she did to him. What she’s always done to him.

Her hand moves up his bare chest. Soft, full lips that he could kiss until the end of time press against his pectoral muscle. Laying here in bed with her, both naked and exhausted from lovemaking, there is no dilemma. No internal struggle. It’s just him. It’s just her. The world outside is a separate entity that doesn’t exist when she’s in his arms like this.

In her, he’s found a respite from the chaotic, violent life he’s lived. Almost forty years worth of trauma, of blood, sweat, and tears. And all it takes is a smile and laugh to almost instantly wash away the pain, strip away scars he always thought were permanent.

“What are you thinking about?”

So much and yet nothing. He’d love to clear his brain, to store away the forever recycling to-do list he walks around with as the head of the table. Would love to be able to enjoy the break he’s found in being with her these past few months. But, he can’t, he can’t because as beautiful as the time spent with her has been, it’s coming to an end that he can’t allow himself to think too much about.

He’ll back out. Find some sort of reason to either delay or avoid the inevitable. And it’s selfish. A selfish thing to do because her mother was right.

He doesn’t deserve her.

She’s too good for him. Too pure for his world. He’ll stomp out her light eventually and leave her with that same gaping hole created in him so long ago. Roman doesn’t want that for her. Can’t bear the thought of desecrating her innocence.

“Nothing.” To lie to her is painful, but to tell her the truth is an almost unbearable thought.

She lifts her head, chin on his chest, eyes focused on him, the moonlight seeping through the window highlighting the light brown of her irises. “Liar. I can hear you.”

There’s a tug in Roman’s chest. So well. In such a short time, she’s learned him so well. The same way he’s learned her. Learned her likes. Her dislikes. The spots that make her scream his name a little louder, spots to touch that make her nails dig a little deeper in his back. The same way she’s learned him, knowing when he’s come to visit her with the weight of the world. A weight she selflessly strives to help him carry, always encouraging him to talk with her, to lay with her, to find comfort in her arms as much as she finds in his.

“Nothing.” He strokes her back, another tidbit he’s learned she enjoys. Touch. She enjoys his touch. Craves it. Almost as much as he craves the feel of her body against his. “You worry too much about me.”

It’s said with a lightness reserved for only her, but a truth nonetheless. He sees it, the furrow of her brow, the way she reaches to stroke his face, kissing his nose as she murmurs something in Spanish.

Spanish….

It brings on a memory. A few weeks back. She’d asked for him to take her to another part of her home country, a place where they could be together without the fear of being spotted. Without her overprotective brother and anxious mother finding out about their continued courting.

Well, to her knowledge, it was still a secret. But, Roman knows better. Every word spoken by her mother dripping with an aching truth he can’t think too much about, as he opts to lean deeper into the memory.

A local artist singing a song in his native language, Solana leaned back into his protective embrace, that breathtaking smile on her happy face as she translates for him.

“Ay, oruguitas. Don’t you hold on too tight. Both of you know, it’s your time to grow…..”

He hums against her, kissing her cheek and asking, “what is that?”

Her smile deepens as she turns to look at him. “Butterflies.”

Roman says nothing at first, but it’s a fitting thing. An accurate description of just whatever this is he feels when he’s with her. “Butterflies….”

She nods, turning her focus back to the artist while he focuses more on the art in his arms. “It’s about two people falling in love but eventually having to let each other go.” Her smile gradually dims, and Roman is ready to move heaven and earth to bring it back. She turns into him, hands planted on his chest. “Roman….promise me we’ll stay together.” Her eyes lift to his, pleading and emotional. “I don’t care what anyone says about us. Not my mother. Not my brother. I–I love you, and—and I’m going to be with you. I’ll do whatever it takes. I’ll move back to America with you.”

His deep voice is thick with emotion he’s grateful the other patrons are not privy to, much too invested in the performance on stage versus the one happening in the back of the crowd. “This is your home, Solana.”

She shakes her head, lifting her hand to his chest, placing it over his heart. “My home is here. With you.” He shuts his eyes, so torn, feeling so deeply in only a way she can cause him to feel. “Promise me, Roman.”

The second repeating is firmer, more desperate, her need undeniable. It matches his own.

It’s all so complicated. Her family’s hatred of him, of who he is and what he does. His family’s mounting pressure to marry, to create an heir to carry on his legacy, to marry someone who is within the Bloodline allies.

Solana is not.

She would never get his family’s approval, most definitely not his parents or the elders.

The same way he’ll never have hers.

And yet, the words come out of his mouth without hesitation.

“I promise.” Never has he broken a vow, failed to live up to a promise, but there’s something in the pit of his stomach that makes him feel like that streak has just been broken with two words. It’s dulled, just ever so slightly as he lowers his lips to her. “I love you, Solana…..”

The memory is bittersweet, representing both the cementing of their love and the beginning stages of their damnation.

Her mother’s words circle back around, creating a new kind of memory, a warning he would be wise to heed to.

A prayer.

“I risked so much to take my children from hell, and yet you want to drag her back down there with you.” Her voice shakes with a conviction he admires to some extent, despite the cruel words she throws his way. “I’ve always prayed she would never end up with a man like her father. And yet here you are, somehow worse.”

He would never admit it, never confess the slap of pain that brings. Roman knows he’s a monster, knows he’s far from a saint, but he would never raise his hand to a woman or child the way Solana told him her family was abused.

He’s killed men for less than that.

“You're no good for my daughter, and you know it. Only heartache and pain awaits her by being with you. And it’s even worse now because you’ve made her fall in love with you.” Nina, a still beautiful woman who he sees Solana in, moves closer, hugging her shawl closer around her body. “If you love my daughter the way you claim to, let her go. Please.” She continues, twisting that jagged knife deeper. “What life awaits her with you? Hmm? She’ll never be safe. Your enemies will always go after her first and whatever family you two decide to make. She doesn’t deserve that, and you know it.”

He does know it.

He still does.

Solana shifts next to him, moving up to kiss his cheek, her fingers caressing his beard. “Well, I’m here to listen when you’re ready, papi.” His eyes shut, and she laughs already knowing the reaction the term will evoke from him.

“You call me that again, and I’m gonna remind you why you started in the first place.” Roman already knows how she’ll respond, the brief look of bashfulness followed by a mischievous smile as she goads him.

And sure enough, Solana ghosts her lips over his, her hand moving up to his shoulder as she anchors her body over his. “Papi…..”

All resolve is broken as he kisses her, passionate and strong, just as the overwhelming love he has for her.

If only that was enough. If only it could withstand the countless impenetrable barriers between them. But, it’s not. He’s not sure what could, but right now, staring into her beautiful eyes, hearing her equally beautiful moans as he makes sweet love to her, he doesn’t care.

That is for tomorrow. A different day. Not now.

Not tonight. Tonight he’ll just hold her. He’ll hold her and love her. Love her until the love becomes not enough, until the weight of reality cripples him to the point where has no point but to let her go.

Because as he said, loving her was never the problem.

Loving her enough to leave her…..that’s the problem.

Dos Oruguitas

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talonabraxas · 3 months ago

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"Vishnu" ॐ Talon Abraxas

“Om Namo Narayanaya”

Narayanaya Om

This mantra is one of the most sacred and is frequently used in prayers, worship, yoga exercises, and meditation. Sanskrit hymns of eight syllables are sometimes referred to as Ashtakshara Mantra, or the eight-lettered invocation. It is believed to be so terrifying that several intellectuals and great individuals throughout history have gone to tremendous lengths merely to get initiation into the chanting from saints, spiritual leaders, and preceptors.

The mantra “Om Namo Narayanaya” calls Narayana, the ultimate protector, and makes a reverent bow to him. Even though it only means “I bow to Lord Narayana,” the connotation is profound nonetheless. The word “Om” is used to begin the invocation. This word’s sound vibration is timeless, acts as the foundation for all living creatures and non-living objects in the cosmos, and vibrates through every tiny particle of a single physical body as well as the vast universe. The singing of this mantra, which is hailed as the global sound, may produce vibrations that are all-pervasive and are considered to have tremendous potency and supernatural qualities. The phrase “Namo” is used to greet the Lord after that, and the mantra ends by accepting the holy name Narayana with the utmost reverence.

The Lord’s name has a special meaning. Although the term “Nara” often refers to a “human person,” it may also denote “water.” The word “Ayana” can refer to both the “ultimate objective” and the “resting place.” Narayana is said to be sleeping on the wide ocean at Vaikunta, his home, as is well known. Saints and seers therefore understand the term “Narayanaya” as the ultimate goal and last resting place that every soul or living thing strives towards.

Chanting’s Advantages

It can cause the confluence of sound and mind when recited precisely, with dedication, and with trust, resulting in the experience of divine consciousness and eternal serenity. Additionally, it is said that repeating the phrase 108 times while using prayer beads might help you reap its full advantages.

“Om Namo Narayanaya” is sometimes referred to as the “mantra of peace.” Reciting it may eliminate ignorance and unfavourable feelings like ego, wrath, and greed; remove barriers and diversion; and produce peace, calm, and love. Thus, this hymn is a very good candidate to serve as the slogan for world peace.

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chand-ki-priyatama · 7 months ago

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Ek khat ek captain dost ke naam

@paapi I friend you for life

Your name "MAYUR" typically matches your personality , the elegant, regal and disciplined vibes you give off damn....

I'll nickname you "WILLOW" the reason well...

And your communication skills , accent , vocabulary , please don't mind but I wanna steal all that bw I already told you this have'nt I ???

Although I can express all this on a call or text too but , I am a writer (Aisa mujhe lagta hai) and writers don't speak or write they bleed ink on paper , so these are my feelings for you in the form of a letter....

So ye khat aapke naam from your friend Kaya ek kaviyitri aur lekhika....

You are the only one who actually understood my persona rather than trying to change it....

Someone who feels like a mentor

Someone who is a therapist to me (I am sorry but I had to write this)

Dear Peacock Mayur,

I hope this letter finds you in good health , I never nicknamed you again cause the one I gave you didn't approve it , but you attribute alot to a willow , The willow tree symbolizes flexibility . A big part of your purpose in this world is to learn, grow, and evolve through challenging times of adversity. The willow tree is capable of bending in outrageous poses without snapping..... And that's you these are the attributes of your personality....

I still vividly remember how we first interacted on the server , when you were praising me in the rp server and then me as usual talking about shivji and you saying about mahakaleshwar and yeah ofc the chaar dhaam yatra.... You know you can sponsor my chaar dhaam I won't mind

And then making a Spotify blend with you just to get a 99 percent match like damn I never get this high match with anyone still it would have been 100 percent if not for Kpop cause I don't listen to that music....

And then having a VC with you and the first thought I had after listening your voice , how can someone have such a beautiful voice truly euphonious and your accent let's not go there otherwise this letter would end in me fan-girling....

I just love to interact with you like how can someone be so mature and understanding....

And kindly drop the secrets cause I am in dire need of being mature.....

"You are someone who's existence will always be dear to me"

Our friendship was something which I didn't even expect and it was something I could never even think of but yeah the most beautiful friendships are unexpected.....

We are always together in everything although not physically but whenever you see the stars and moon remember that they bind me together with everyone and whenever you feel alone just look at them somewhere I am doing that too...

They bind me to you

You are one of the most supportive person out there , I mean whenever I talk to you it doesn't feel as if I only know you for days....

You feel like koi fariyad song soft melody after tiring rock music....

How can someone be so perfect in every sense I mean how....

I won't associate you with a fictional character , cause you are a like a man written by a woman, perfect in every sense...

These are your vibes according to me :-

I still have alot to know about you.... yeah I know I speak so much that you don't get the turn to speak....

You know how I am talkative af , clingy , moody , irritating and to an extent thodi si nakchadi hu but that's how I am , I know I irritate you alot but that's how I am and that's why people leave me , so sorry for all the times when I irritated you....

And yeah I will throw a kdrama at you although I don't watch any except one which I only know so I'll throw king the land at you cause that's the only I have watched and I dare you to do what you said I'll not spare you.....

Now imagine we met and you know my obsession with Polaroids so think these pics as them...

I know deep down somedays you might also feel as if you are alone as if things are not going the way you want them to , somedays you might also feel pretty exhausted but just remember that its life ups and downs are bound to come , you'll always be a part of my prayers....

If you were a colour I'd say you as sage green cause people with sage green personalities Often are found to be perfectionists, with the great admiration for details. That is why they tend to be good researchers. Winning arguments comes easy to them and their strong-willed character makes them unwilling to accept the authority..... And yeah according to me you have all these traits....

अजीब दास्ताँ है ये कहाँ शुरू कहाँ ख़तम

I associate these lyrics to our friendship cause as I said unexpected in a way which I didn't imagine....

You are one of the most sweetest , kindest and beautiful being I ever met....

Last few days were tough for me so thank you for always being there for me and supporting me throughout....

I lost my faith in friendship way too early but thanks to you and few others that you revived it....

I don't know after writing this too I feel I am short of words , you have been there for me , for you friendships like this might not matter that much but for me it's something I'll cherish forever cause these aren't little things when I'll look back they'll be very beautiful memories....

Now imagine me playing a guitar and singing this song to you...

"Will you take a moment?

Promise me this

That you'll stand by me forever

But if, God forbid, fate should step in

And force us into a Goodbye

If you have children someday

When they point to the pictures

Please tell them my name

Long live the walls we crashed through

I had the time of my life with you"

I'll dedicate these lyrics to you.....

Just so you know I love you to the moon and back and will always appreciate and cherish your existence and our friendship.....

I'll dedicate these songs to you and it's voice notes well I'll send them to you....

Now I think I have spoken enough

So signing off Willow aka peaco Mayur

With love always

Kaya 💗

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tytarax2 · 24 days ago

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Song: Una Noche sin Pensar by Sebastian Yatra

The moon casts a silver glow over the deserted beach, the soft crash of the waves filling the still night air. The world feels far away as you stand there with him, the warm breeze gently tousling your hair. His hand is on your waist, firm but tender, guiding you closer to the water’s edge.

Tonight is different. There’s no need for words, no need to think—just the raw, unspoken connection that lingers between you both. He’s been patient, letting the tension build as the two of you have danced around this moment all night. Now, standing under the stars, the weight of everything that’s happened between you both feels distant, left behind with the world you’re momentarily escaping.

"You don’t need to hold back tonight," he says, his voice low and commanding, sending a shiver through you. His grip tightens slightly, his gaze intense as he looks down at you. "Let it all go."

You nod, feeling the way your body responds to his words, the trust you’ve placed in him as he takes control. There’s something freeing about it—about not having to think, just to follow. His hands move with deliberate intent, trailing lightly down your arm before pulling you closer against him.

The sound of the waves crashing behind you fades as your heart pounds in your chest. His fingers tilt your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze. "Tonight is for us," he whispers, his breath hot against your skin. "No one else. Nothing else."

You can feel the unspoken promise in his words, the reassurance that, for this one night, the world can fall apart, and it won’t matter. Because here, with him, nothing is broken.

Without warning, he pulls you into the water, the warmth of the ocean lapping at your ankles as you stumble slightly, but he steadies you, his hold unyielding. "Trust me," he murmurs, his lips brushing against your ear. "I’m going to remind you of everything we are."

There’s no room for doubt as his hands explore your skin, possessive yet tender, like he’s piecing together every part of you that’s been shattered. You surrender to him completely, letting him take the lead, knowing that in this moment, you’re safe in his hands.

As the cool water swirls around you, he presses his forehead to yours, his voice barely a whisper. "No one will ever have what we have."

Kinktober

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glaciertea · 4 months ago

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Masterlist here

Tales the Songs Weave

Ch.25<< >>Ch.27

Notes: Taking a peek into a therapy session for Miguel.

Chapter 26: Spreaded Wings in the Winds

Word count: 2.7k

Shades are drawn down, and a lone lamp covers most of the area that the person sitting adjacent to the hulking man needs.

Time was ticking, and so were his thoughts. His eyes always looked at the ceiling, but today he chose the ground, taking in the sounds of flipping pages or tapping on a screen.

She was efficient, but Dr. Penelope never makes him feel like he's some sort of guinea pig to be studied under some microscope. He was always grateful for that.

“I'm always ready to continue on. Now that I know I'm not necessarily confined to this one singular event, I want to venture on, but there's these moments where I look up to the sky, waiting for that bleak, multicolored death.”

There was a slight pause. “Have the nightmares been coming back from the last time we spoke, Mr. O'hara?”

His eyes closed for a second, and he enjoyed the silence before fluttering them back open.

“I did have a couple.”

“How many in the span of two weeks?”

He tilted his head. “Maybe three? Four? Between three and five.”

She notes it down and reviews older observations. “And I assume you've been practicing the exercises?”

“Yes. She helps me out when need be, but I've been mostly trying for myself.”

“And you've expressed your concerns about Mrs. O'Hara attempting to jump in when you want to practice it alone, like I've asked, right?”

He softly laughed. “Yes, she gets worried every time, but I told her it does make me slightly more nervous if she tries to intervene sometimes, so she understood and will let me be if needed.”

“That's good. Now, have these nightmares been related to your thoughts about the world disappearing?”

He's glad to have gotten used to that clock. At first, it was the most obnoxious and irritating noise in the world or in all of the multiverse.

But now, it's a strange comfort.

“Yes. Because it switches between Gabriella and mi Lun- my wife. Or there are moments where the two merge, and I'm doing everything in my power to keep them alive.”

Miguel fidgets with his wedding band, twisting it back and forth. Soft breathing matches up with the clicking of time.

“Would you like to discuss the most recent one?”

Biting his tongue, he debates. Dr. Penelope places the notebook to the side, providing that much-needed space.

“This time, they were together. Not merged, but separate. Mi osi- Gabi, was holding her hand, and they both had this look of calmness to them. Like they were... happy.” More twisting of the ring. “The world around us was disintegrating, and I was screaming, begging, and commanding them to stop standing there and let me get them to safety.”

A pregnant pause, then a long sigh. “But they kept smiling. Hand in hand, smiling and telling me it's going to be okay. That things were going to be okay.”

“Did you still try to run for them?”

He shook his head. “I—I didn't.” He swallowed back the lump, the stinging settling in. “My brain was hounding me to ignore what they were saying, that they didn't understand the danger they were in, but my body... My body decided to stay rooted to the ground. I couldn't move a muscle; I could only watch as the colors came closer and closer. I needed to save them, but... but I didn't.”

The pen scratched on the pad. “It sounds like you were in a battle with yourself. The internal conflict of being at war with oneself.”

Miguel hummed. A mixture of needing to repair these infringements or allow the problems to heal naturally without integrating himself into a mess that's technically not his fault.

“I feel as though the control that's been primarily dominant has been shifted. I have my moments where I feel indecisive, and I can never feel if that's a good thing or not.”

She wrote something down and nodded to let him continue.

“When I get that way, I don't feel that resonating anger. I do feel hopeless in a sense when it's out of my control. Like the other day, when mi Lu- ah, my wife, was cooking up chicken in the oven, she needed to bend over to get something.

“Now this was before she forced me to go sit down and relax, as I didn't want her standing on her feet for so long, but I was willing to compromise.”

“And what was that conclusion you came to?” A click of a pen.

“If she really needed help, she would call for me. But here's the thing about mi coraz- my wife. She can be unyielding at times. Trying to redirect her is like trying to stop an unstoppable train heading full force into a wall.” A smile was on his face.

“Once her mind is set on something, she will do it. She won't ever say it out loud, but I can tell when she's thinking it.”

A shift in the seat. “So when I saw her struggling, my brain went to ‘make her sit down, whether she likes it or not. She is clearly straining herself.’ And I went into it with that mindset I wanted to suppress, but it got to me.”

Dr. Penelope was scribbling down on her notepad when she turned back to him. “Your aspect to garner that control?”

“Yes. I did manage to talk myself down, but by the time I was over there, she was already sending me back with the item in question in her hand.” He ran his hand through his hair. “I think my problem is that I'm still not used to not doing everything. I do have someone who is willing to help and even take some of these burdens and blame off of me when something goes wrong.”

He lays back.

“I believe that my mind keeps wanting something to go wrong. Not like a small glass of milk spilling on the ground. That's a mess anyone can clean up, but something more devastating.”

More notes are being jotted, typed, and jotted. He always amused him when she used both the holopad and a generic pen and paper.

“Do you think it'll be a fatalistic outcome?”

“I don't think it's that. Possibly? More like anything that can go wrong will go wrong.”

“Murphy's law.”

“Yes. That's the one. I'm aware it's a morose, fatalistic view, but that's the philosophy that wants to keep sneaking in. It might be a fatalistic look when I say it in the open.”

Dr. Penelope removed her glasses and scooted up in her chair, folding her hands in her lap. “Did you know that the law has been skewed?”

“It has?”

“Mhm. The original saying got misinterpreted by somebody. An air force was conducting research on high-speed jets, and Murphy griped about some of the technicians. He originally said, “If there's any way they can do it wrong, they will.” Eventually, it began to spread around the base, stating that if things go wrong, it's Murphy's law, and here we are.

“But funny enough, he later stated that it was meant to be ‘If it can happen, it will;’ in a more motivational sense, not the latter. Because, guess what? That mindset they held that not everything would go wrong, but it could go wrong, worked, as there is now safety in the skies and on the roads we drive.

“The truth is, things may go wrong; it will happen, but there will be those who keep trying to find that positive component. It's all about how you go about these things. It's more of a motivational perception that many don't realize. It's how you handle those situations.”

“I've been told that by two important people.”

“I can take a guess, but we will discuss that another day.”

She went over her notes and took several seconds to cross-examine from the screen to the paper. She turned to the clock and nodded her head.

“For your homework, I would like for you to take someone's word when they assure you they have something under lock and key. The only time you may intervene is if they are actively expressing their need for any help.”

His fangs popped out along with a grunt. “I will try my best.”

“That's the best thing you can strive for.”

The twinkling jingle alerted them that it was the end of the session. Miguel sat up and stretched his back; a satisfying pop drifted in his ears.

“Would you like to add more time for today?”

They were over their usual forty-five minutes, and he needed to get home.

“No, not today. Thank you, though.”

“Of course, I will see you at the same time next week, right?”

“Yes, I will be here. And if I don't, she will make sure I'm here front and center.”

A wispy chuckle parted from her. “I know she will. By the way, how is Mrs. O'Hara coming along? I think I last asked about her a few weeks ago.”

“Seven months in. She's trying and fighting, but I can tell she has moments where she's ready to reach in and rip it out herself.”

“I don't blame her. Do you know what the gender will be?”

He shook his head. “Keeping it a surprise; besides, I don't think we really care; we just want the baby to be thriving and happy.”

There was fondness behind that lopsided grin. “It's been a process, but I can surely say I have seen the progress made, Mr. O'hara.”

“You can?”

“Mhm. From when you first got in touch with me, I felt that apprehension in your voice. Then, when you came in for the first appointment, I will never forget that.”

“Yeah, she did most of the talking for me.” A mutual laugh.

“She did, but you did find your own voice, as we wouldn't be here now.”

He did with the much-needed push.

“Do you believe you've made progress?”

He blinked, claws folded, his forearms resting on parts of his thighs and knees. “I…”

He was transported into that spaceless void, and the only thing in sight was the question.

Has he developed and improved over time? He's never really thought about it.

Dr. Penelope scooted back into her chair, ready to hear any of his thoughts.

It was still for about two minutes.

“I think I have.” His heavy brows lowered, ready to jump back into the mindscape, when Dr. Penelope waved her hand.

“See this as extra credit. It's not mandatory, but it's there if you'd like. Think about how you progressed over the course of time. Rather, it may be one week or a full year; see how far you have come. You may ask fellow friends, your wife, or whoever, but most importantly, I want you to take into account how much you have grown and accomplished.”

There must be growth within him. “Yes ma'am. Thank you, Dr. Penelope.”

“No need to thank me; this is for you. I'll see you next week, Mr. O'Hara. And tell Mrs. O'Hara, I said hello.”

“I will. Have a good rest of your day.”

Stepping out of her office and into HQ, Miguel debated if he should go through the building and talk to the others, or take it easy on himself and chat with them another day.

Taking his watch out, he checked the time and the location to make sure it was set to home.

“I think I'll give myself ten minutes here. Yeah, I can do that.” And with that, he made his way down the long corridor.

• • •

Swishing to the beat of the song, a low buzz didn't keep the same notes or try to harmonize with it. It did add a visionary ambience as you thought of a multitude of swirling colors and shapes.

“Mi Luna.” You could hear the tiny smile in his voice.

“Mi Estrella.” He could definitely hear the giant, sizable grin in yours.

You placed a pot filled with uncooked rice in the sink and waddled to turn to your husband, arms held out.

“Chicken teriyaki and jasmine rice?” Miguel sauntered over, delicately pulling you into a hug, minding your protruding belly.

“With fresh cabbage, squash, and carrots.”

“Mm, suena muy delicioso.” He placed a lingering kiss on your forehead until he made his way down to his knees.

“No me olvidé de ti, mi pequeña estrella fugaz.” He rested his palms on either side of your stomach, planting tiny kisses all over. “Mis galaxias.” His lips stayed for a few more seconds before standing up.

“How did it go?”

“It was pretty nice. It took a minute to get back into it, but it went well. And Dr. Penelope says hello. But how have you two been doing? Have they been giving you any trouble?”

His fingers dipped to your underbelly, diligently massaging any harboring pain.

“Besides the many cases of flutters and the endless, rampant kicks, it's been going okay today. I think they might have tired themselves out. I swear, I'm going to put them in kickboxing or track and field.”

“If they have my speed, good luck with the second option.”

You blew a raspberry at him, causing him to crack up laughing.

Going back to the rice and cleaning it, Miguel took in the rushing faucet, your voice droning, following a note to the next from the current song, and the peaceful atmosphere of birds chirping and winds breezing from the opened window he now spotted.

His heart was at ease.

“Mother keeps hounding me about the gender of the baby. My gosh. One call claiming it's for an update, when in reality it becomes a thirty-minute lecture about the ‘importance of knowing your baby's gender,’ and blah, buh-blah. I'm shocked it's been her; it's usually dad who does those weird ramblings, but–”

“Mi Luna, do you think I've progressed?”

You turned the water off, tilting your head up to him. “Do I think you've progressed?”

“Si. I'm sorry for interrupting you.”

“No, no, it's okay. I would rather rant about that later on. Now on to your question.” You were facing him again, arms folded over your stomach. “Do I think Mr. Miguel O'Hara has progressed? In the past month or year and a half?”

“Year and a half.”

“Hmm, let me think.” You purposely ran your pointer over your wedding band and looked to the ceiling. “You say what's on your mind a lot more easily; you still hold things in, but everyone is allowed to keep some thoughts and sentiments to themselves.”

You winked, making you both grin. “You have gotten a lot more patient. An example will be whenever Peter or Ronnie call and start their craziness. I notice you exude that forbearance, which is really good.”

A thumbs-up, but Miguel knew you weren't done. “You still have moments, but you do ease up on yourself if something goes wrong.” You bob your head and tap your chin.

“You have gotten to understand your self-worth more, and it's so amazing watching you get here and continue to grow every day.”

That warming smile was always there as you took his hands and had him put them on your belly, your hands on top of his. “You have progressed so much, mi Estrella. I am so happy for you, and I will continue to be no matter what. I will walk down the path with you every step of the way. My star is seeing that he is bright and wanted like the others.”

Thud.

“Thank you for giving me these opportunities. For giving me this life to do my best, not only for you, for this little one, or for the ones who are or will be around me. But for me.” He felt fluttering. A sense of gratitude. A sense of profound joy and bliss. “Te amo, mi estrella fugaz.” He rubbed your tummy.

“I love you, mi Luna.”

“I love you too, mi Estrella.” Your lips met in a deep kiss.

“Need help with dinner, mi corazón?”

“Nope. I got it, so you go ahead and do what you have to do.”

There was no need for rebuttals, as he pecked your cheek and went to go read his books about gardening.

The field is everlasting. The smells of soothing lavender and the golden bounce from the sun to the already bright marigolds.

His path was grueling and treacherous, bound no matter how much he wanted to escape.

Now, he sits in the flowers, with daisies, tulips, and more sprouting, watching the birds and butterflies who finally left their confined space to fly free.

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@prozacgooble @sanguwuxyoonbummy @ella-janehaven

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kiliinstinct · 7 months ago

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🤍 Shuffle Playlist Game! 🤍 Tagged By @pencilofawesomeness Rules: you can tell a lot about a person by the music they listen to. Put a playlist on shuffle, list the first 10 songs and then tag people to keep it going!

Usually I have my playlists set to fanfics/characters - but my spotify does have the liked list that compiles it all together, so I'll just use that:

'Lady of Worlds' - Miracle of Sound

'Floating' - Aviators

'Two Oruguitas' - Sebastian Yatra (Encanto)

'Rides The Shoopuf?' -Nobuo Uematsu (Final Fantasy X)

'Spectrum' -Florence + The Machine

'The Crow The Owl And The Dove' - Nightwish

'Trivia 承 : Love' - BTS

'Undead' - Hollywood Undead

'Through The Ghost' - Shinedown

'C'est La Vie' - Weathers

I'm sorry, were you expecting consistency in my music? Me neither.

Guess I'll Tag a few: @phoenix-before-the-flame @notsofluffyunicorn @classysassy9791 @teleiapotami @ayyden-apoloe @genavere+ anyone who wants to steal this i guess

#Kili Memes #the amount of video game music #rock #kpop #jrock #celtic #folk #is insane on my likes #pretty sure theres old 90's nsync on here somewhere too-

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corrodedseraphine · 1 year ago

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dos oruguitas | #1 stupid caterpillars

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

chapter summary: For most of your lives, you were convinced that nothing could separate you. You and Eddie against the world. However, the world did not give up, throwing worse and worse challenges at you. TW: tiny mention of blood (reader cuts her hand), mention of death, heartbreak

the story is also avaliable on ao3

masterlist | eddie munson masterlist | general masterlist

song that I used: Sebastián Yatra - Dos Oruguitas

another story! The first chapter is just about some importnat events from Eddie and reader's past, the real plot will start in chapter two, but I felt it was kinda important to mention these things first! I hope you will like it! The feedback is highly appreciated here 🥰 Also huge thank you to @i-me-mine for prereading and checking if everyththing is okay, you are amazing ♥

"But we don't want to go to bed yet!" shouted Eddie pretending to be offended.

"Tía, por favor!" you said grabbing the woman's hand and sending her a puppy dog look.

"I know what you're doing, little bug, you're not going to soften my heart by talking to me in Spanish." Mrs. Gómez laughed quietly. "Your dad and your uncle will kill me if you're sleep-deprived tomorrow morning when they get home from work. And I don't think we want that, do we?"

"Ughh, fine!" you replied, and together with Eddie you went to bed in his bedroom. While Wayne and your dad were out on their night shifts, your neighbor came in every night to take care of the two crazy kids. The men were always shocked at how she managed to control the two of you, who were like a ticking bomb. Sometimes they had the impression that you listened to her more than to them.

"Tía Beatriz?" asked Eddie as he covered himself with a blanket.

"Yes?"

"Will you sing to us?"

"And what would my caterpillars like to hear?" she chuckled.

"You know what!" you giggled.

"As long as you sing with me."

" Dos oruguitas... " you began without needing much encouragement. Singing lullabies has always been your favorite part of the evening.

" Enamoradas! " Eddie added quickly after you. Mrs. Gómez, to Wayne and your dad's satisfaction, has always woven a little Spanish into your daily conversations. Your small and receptive as a sponge brains always assimilated every new word without a problem, especially when all the songs she taught you were in that language. Over the years spent under her care, the two of you became almost bilingual, and it's no surprise that later in high school it was the only subject in which Eddie always earned good grades.

Dos oruguitas enamoradas Pasan sus noches y madrugadas Llenas de hambre Siguen andando y navegando un mundo Que cambia y sigue cambiando Navegando un mundo Que cambia y sigue cambiando

Dos oruguitas paran el viento Mientras se abrazan con sentimiento Siguen creciendo, no saben cuándo Buscar algún rincón El tiempo sigue cambiando Inseparables son El tiempo sigue cambiando

Ay, oruguitas, no se aguanten más Hay que crecer aparte y volver Hacia adelante seguirás Vienen milagros, vienen crisálidas Hay que partir y construir su propio futuro

Dos oruguitas desorientadas En dos capullos bien abrigadas Con sueños nuevos Ya solo falta hacer lo necesario En el mundo que sigue cambiando Tumbando sus paredes Ahí viene nuestro milagro Nuestro milagro Nuestro milagro Nuestro milagro

Ay, mariposas, no se aguanten más Hay que crecer aparte y volver Hacia adelante seguirás Ya son milagros, rompiendo crisálidas Hay que volar, hay que encontrar Su propio futuro

"And now good night mis oruguitas " She kissed each of you on the forehead and left the room turning off the light.

"These caterpillars are stupid." said Eddie after a while. "If they love each other they should never split up. Never."

"I dunno, Eddie. Dad says life is hard, maybe they had to do it?" you replied looking at the ceiling.

"How can life be hard? Like math?" he mused. "But even if math is difficult we help each other with it together." he added after a moment.

"Maybe those caterpillars weren't best friends like us?" you asked turning sideways, facing him. "The song says they will come back together as butterflies," he said.

"If they're going to come back anyway, why leave at all?"

"You're right, they're stupid." you concluded. "We are smarter, aren't we?"

"Let's promise each other we'll never be as stupid as them and we'll always be together." he extended his pinky finger in your direction.

"I promise." Without hesitation you grabbed it with yours.

6-year-old Eddie didn't know what the future held for him. All he knew was that he wanted to always have his best friend by his side. Unfortunately, fate, as always, likes to play tricks.

If you had to choose your best memory it would definitely be on the podium. You would give anything to return to carefree evenings of singing lullabies together.

Now, ten years later, staring at the gray tombstone, you didn't know if your cheeks were wet from tears or rain. You didn't care, because the pain you felt in your heart was indescribable.

"I can't believe she's gone." you howled. The lump in your throat barely allowed you to breathe let alone speak longer.

"She will always be with us." said Eddie grabbing your hand.

"I miss her, Eddie."

"I know, so do I." He himself was unable to hold back tears. "But she will always be with us, in our hearts." He hugged you tightly.

"We have to go now." said Wayne walking up to you with your dad. "We'll be back tomorrow, I promise."

"Goodbye, tía Beatriz." you whispered and looked one last time with eyes full of despair at the neat GÓMEZ inscription on the marble slab.

The night after the funeral you spent locked in Eddie's room singing all the songs she had taught you sobbing and getting drunk with the bottle of vodka you had stolen from your dad's cabinet. When Wayne found you hunched together on the bed in the morning, he did nothing. He knew he should, but seeing you lying cuddled up together, he didn't have the heart to wake you. Your back almost melted into Eddie's chest, his one hand was under the pillow and the other hugged you tightly. Your fingers were lightly intertwined, and there were plenty of tissues lying around you. You had just lost the woman who had helped with your raising from the very beginning, the talk about drinking alcohol before the age of 21 could wait.

When Eddie woke up he felt his whole body go numb, only after a while he began to feel the pain that was literally everywhere. Opening his eyes slowly, he squirmed as he tried to adjust his vision to the dim light coming from his left side. Slowly he turned his head toward its source. It was a small bedside lamp he associated with your desk. It was not your room, though. As his gaze ran downward he noticed how an IV was embedded in the bend of his hand, even lower was your hand holding his. You were sitting right next to the bed strangely bent over a chair, asleep. A book lay on your stomach, and the thumb from your other hand served as a bookmark. He began to look around further. He was in the hospital. Why was he in the hospital? Only after a while did the events of the previous day begin to occur to him. The Upside Down, the bats, your and Dustin's screams...He had survived. He didn't know by what miracle but he survived. You had also survived. You were by his side now. He felt tears coming to his eyes, he had no idea if it was from pain, shock or any other reason, he just wanted to cry. He involuntarily squeezed your hand waking you up.

"Oh my god Eddie!" you said immediately reacting to the sight of his open eyes. "Don't move, I'm going to get a doctor!" you blasphemously ran out of the room. He didn't even have the strength to show his displeasure that you disappeared so quickly.

For the next hour, the doctors and nurses harassed him with all sorts of tests and questions, and he felt much more tired than he expected when they finally left him alone. Fortunately, they gave him painkillers that made his pain relatively bearable.

"I called Wayne's work, his boss said he'd let him out early today, so he should be in in about an hour and a half." you said as you walked back into the room and sat down in the chair again grabbing his hand. He turned his face slowly toward you, feeling terribly weak, but he didn't mind. He knew that with you he could be vulnerable. "I don't know if I want to kill you or hug you now." you said pressing his hand to your lips and kissed gently.

"I had to...protect you." he whispered.

"I thought I had lost you, Eddie. I thought you were gone." Not holding out, you began to sob.

"Sorry..." his voice was barely audible.

"I don't know what I would have done with myself if you hadn't woken up." The despair on your face was breaking his heart, he didn't realize he had started crying himself until you got up from your chair and leaned over to wipe the tears from his cheeks. "It's okay to cry." you said. "Cry as much as you need to. But I beg you never to leave me again." He would so much like to reach so your cheek now and return the favor but his hand seemed too heavy.

"Can you...hug?" he asked without taking his eyes off you. His eyes begged for your closeness.

"I don't want to hurt you Eddie." you said sitting down next to him on the edge of the bed.

"'I'm fine, not hurting, please." How could you disagree? As gently as you could, you helped him lift himself up and sat embracing him with your arm, his head fitting perfectly into the gap between your arm and your head. You placed your one hand where his heart was to feel his heartbeat and grabbed his hand with the other. Reminders that this is not a dream at all. Feeling your weight by his side, the boy felt safe. He was possessed by peace. Home. he thought, smiling slightly with one corner of his mouth.

"Not going- not goin' anywhere." he muttered and used all his strength to raise his pinky finger in your direction, which you immediately caught with yours. Now your hands lay just above his heart. "Song?" he asked feeling his eyelids slowly getting heavy.

"Which one?" you laughed quietly.

"Y'know..."

"Dos oruguitas enamoradas, pasan sus noches y madrugadas..." you began quietly at the same time moving your hand to his hair and began stroking it. Your quiet singing filled the room, with his eyes closed he imagined that instead of a hospital bed you were lying as you always did in his trailer. Whenever he thought of safety and home the same scene appeared before his eyes. Always the same way cuddled up on his bed together humming lullabies before going to bed. Damn anyone who would only try to say that you are too old for them. There is nothing better than lying in your arms and listening to your quiet, warm voice and soothing touch. He wished he had the strength to tell you, but sleep was much stronger, momentarily cutting him off from reality.

Noticing that he was asleep, you stopped singing and kissed him on the top of his head. "I love you, Eddie." you muttered into his hair. That night you promised yourself that as soon as he got better you would finally tell him that love on your part was not entirely platonic.

"Eddie? Steve? Do you copy?"

"Sup Wheeler?" Eddie asked while chewing on a slice of pizza. When they heard that this time, instead of a movie marathon together, you wanted to spend a "girls'" night with Robin and Nancy, they decided to spend a "guys'" night at Gareth's garage with Jonathan, Argyle and the guys from Corroded Coffin.

"Can you come get Robin and y/n?" asked Mike.

"What happened?" asked Steve. "They figured they couldn't have a good time without us?" he smirked.

"Uhh...I guess they drank too much wine? Nancy passed out on the couch and the two of them are sitting in the garden right now and crying." Mike definitely didn't know what to do at that moment.

"Wait- Are they crying? What the hell happened there?" Steve's amusement quickly turned to concern.

"I have no idea! Can you just come get them?" he sighed exasperatedly.

"We'll be right there." Eddie said.

When they arrived you were still sitting in the garden on the grass. You were hugging each other and an already empty wine bottle stood between you. The night silence was broken only by the sounds of your sobbing.

"Hey! What happened?" Steve quickly ran over to you, followed immediately by Eddie. At the sight of them you burst out crying even more, and they only looked at each other even more confused. "Are you hurt?"

"No." replied Robin for the two of you. You were certainly not physically hurt. You could say that when Nancy dropped out of the game the topic of conversation with Robin descended into very private matters. You didn't even know when she was crying into your shoulder because of Vicky, who doesn't reciprocate her feelings, and then you admitted for the first time to anyone about being in love with your best friend.

"C'mon, what happened?" asked Eddie for the second time.

"Nothin'," you muttered into Robin's shoulder which you clung to.

"I'm pretty sure it's somethin' since it brought you two to tears," said Eddie.

"Nobody loves us!" Robin snapped. "We're like two hopeless losers."

"I love you Robin!" you said lurking. There was far too much wine in your bodies.

"And I love you!" she replied. You weren't able to count all the I love yous you said to each other that night, however, it wasn't the kind of love you were now crying over. It was a friendly sisterly love.

"Aren't you forgetting someone?" Steve chuckled. You both lifted your heads to finally look at the two boys in front of you.

"I think they need to be reminded, Steve." Eddie added.

"We love you guys." Steve removed himself next to Robin.

"We love you both very much." Eddie took up a passing seat next to you.

"Not that way, dingus!" Robin groaned.

"I know, but that doesn't change the fact that we still love you." he laughed, and then both of them trapped the two of you in a big shared hug.

"Time to go home, you drunks." Eddie said after a while.

"You're a drunk yourself you...drunk!" Robin replied, which caused the metalhead to laugh even more.

The road passed you in silence. First you drove Robin to where Eddie and Steve escorted her all the way to her bed, the next stop was Steve's house and finally your trailer where he entered as if he was at his place following you to your bedroom. Tired and sad, you threw yourself right back onto the mattress.

"You okay?" he asked laying down next to you.

"Yes." you muttered into the pillow.

"You're not very convincing." You knew he was smirking now. You could hear it.

"I'm unlovable." you whined.

"That's not true." he said. "Hey, look at me." He put his hand on your shoulder and gently pulled you to the other side, but you resisted. You didn't want to look at him now. You also didn't want him to look at you, even though he had seen you in a much worse state many times.

"Okay... no looking." he sighed. "A lot of people love you y/n." he began gently stroking your back. "I love you, your dad loves you, Wayne loves you, Robin, the kids, even King Steve loves you! Who would have thought?" he laughed lightly. You, on the other hand, were not laughing.

"But you don't love me the way I want you to love me." the words came out of your mouth faster than you had time to realize.

"What do you mean?" he asked puzzled.

"Nothin' ugh!" you banged your fist on the mattress of the bed. You felt too irritated to talk to him about you now and face rejection. "Can you just sing to me?" you asked already more calmly.

"What would you like to hear?" he asked embracing you from behind.

"You know very well what."

"Of course I know" He laughed again and began to sing about the two caterpillars from whom the two of you were supposed to be smarter. But were you really?

"I can't believe that this time next month we'll already be in Indy." Robin said, smiling. You were lounging by the Harrington's pool on deck chairs taking advantage of the last days of warmth. "Have you thought about what to do about staying yet? My offer still stands, at least I won't have to look for some stranger who wants to live with me."

"I don't know, Robin. It's not that far at all, I could take the train to come to classes every day and come back..." you sighed. "Won't you miss it?"

"After all, we're not going to the end of the world, we can visit them or they can visit us every weekend, together we'll be able to afford a bigger apartment, so even if they wanted to visit us with these little shrimps everyone would fit in."

"But-"

"Okay, no more pulling the wool over my eyes. We both know who is the reason you don't want to move out." She sent you a communicative look.

"Just- We've been inseparable since we were kids! We see each other every day, I can't remember the last time there was any extended break between us, he's my best friend and it's hard for me to imagine that he'll suddenly be gone."

"Are you sure we're talking about friendly feelings here?" she raised an eyebrow.

"Oh Shut up! Even if, then what?"

"It's that you should finally tell him about it!"

"I will tell! I was going to do it today when we get home."

Eddie was late as standard. However, none of you suspected that this evening he would also introduce you to the reason for his delay.

Still sitting on the deck chairs, you laughed with Robin as you watched Dustin and Will shooting each other with water pistols in the pool. Jonathan and Nancy were sitting across from you, while Steve and Argyle were guarding the grill and the rest of the kids were playing in the pool. Suddenly you saw Eddie's van approaching the driveway. Gareth, Jeff and Simon were the first to jump out, followed shortly after by Eddie. After a moment, a girl came out from behind the car, and with a quick step she approached him and intertwined their fingers. You were not prepared for this sight. No one was. Everyone watched in shock as the couple approached you. Eddie was saying something, probably introducing her to everyone, but your heart was too loud to hear anything. It was ringing in your ears, the girl offered you her hand, you shook it smiling nervously.

Three hours have passed. You felt bad, you felt uncomfortable, suddenly all the joy you had in you has disappeared. All of a sudden the amount of people around you has become overwhelming. Three hours have passed, and you still can't remember the girl's name. All you can do is watch as every now and then she sneaks little kisses leaving traces of her blood red lipstick on Eddie's face. His hand on the cut of her waist, the moments when he whispers something in her ear and makes her giggle. She is beautiful. The most metal girl you have ever seen. The most metal and the most perfect for Eddie, who loudly compliments her every now and then in front of everyone. Argyle offers you a piece of meat straight from the grill but you are not hungry. Steve asks if you want something to drink, which you also refuse. Despite the fact that you ate only a light breakfast today you don't feel hungry. In fact, you feel nothing but a strange unpleasant feeling in your stomach. There's too much. Everything is too much. Taking the opportunity that no one is paying attention to you you go home straight to Steve's room. The blinds are still shut, you quickly walk over to the window to close it and muffle the happy sounds from the garden. The sight of the two of them did not disappear from your eyes, clenching them tightly you took a step forward without noticing the shoes lying next to you. Stumbling over them you lost your balance, in panic you grabbed the dresser, but this did not stop your fall. Along with you fell a glass vase shattering into pieces.

"Nonononono, shit..." you began panickingly picking up the pieces. The bigger one cut your hand leaving a small blood stain on the carpet.

"Y/n?" you heard Steve's voice. He stood in the doorway looking at you in shock.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I tripped and tried to catch something-"

"Why are you crying? It's just a vase." You didn't even realize you were crying. You automatically raised your hand to your cheek when you felt pain on your palm. You forgot about it. Now the blood was also on your cheek. Embarrassed, you thought you must look comical.

"Shit, you're bleeding. I'll be right back, wait."

"Steve-" you said before he could leave.

"yeah?"

"Can you go get Robin, please?"

Without a word he jogged off downstairs and returned a moment later with everything he needed to take care of your cut and a friend at his side.

"It's too late." you said when you saw her. "Too late." She was quickly on the floor beside you.

"Let me see your hand." interjected Steve. Without a word you handed it to him. While he was engaged in patching up your hand you cried into Robin's shoulder. "I think you're not just crying over a broken vase..." he said after a moment of silence interrupted by your sobs. "You don't have to tell me anything if you don't want to, just remember that you can count on me." He squeezed your hand gently when he finished.

"Thank you, Steve." you said quietly. "I don't want to go back there."

"We can stay here." Robin said. "I bet Kind Steve has a super comfortable bed for us to lie down on." she said with a smile wanting to comfort you.

"It's pretty comfy, but in the guest room I have a TV and an even bigger bed." he said. "I'll smuggle you some movies and food if you want."

"Why is there blood on the carpet?" the voice of Max surprised you.

"Something happened?" El quickly stepped out from behind her. "Why are you crying?" she asked. "Are you hurt? Are you in danger?" she asked looking around the room for a potential threat.

"No, nothing, calm down." you said. "I tripped and broke a vase." you pointed to the shards of glass.

"That's why you're crying?" she still had trouble understanding others, so she was always barraging you with questions. You couldn't blame her for that. You were proud of how she was always eager to learn everything and try to understand.

"No, that's not why." You shook your head. "But don't worry about it, please."

"It's because of Eddie isn't it?" interjected Max crossing her arms over her chest.

"Did Eddie hurt you?" El immediately asked.

"No, he didn't." replied.

"But he brought a girl here. And that hurts her."

"That girl is pretty." commented El thoughtfully.

"Yes, she is very pretty." You nodded, feeling another wave of tears come to your eyes. Seeing this, understanding appeared on Jane's face.

"You...love Eddie." she said slowly.

"I was blind for a month and I could still see how much you loved that idiot." commented Max.

"Max!" Steve hissed.

"What, he's an idiot if he prefers to sit there with her now!"

"Can I hug you?" a sudden question from El silenced them.

"Of course you can." You opened your arms.

"That girl is pretty..." she said hugging you tighter. "But not like you. You are prettier, and very warm. She is cold, I don't like her." She and Joyce developed a system that allowed her to talk more easily about her feelings about other people. When she said someone was cold, she wanted to let you know in a gentle way that she felt uncomfortable around that person.

"She looked at us as if we were intruders, she didn't say a word to us from the very beginning." Max rolled her eyes. "She really thinks we're kids that Steve has to babysit and that's the only reason we're here, when Jonathan tried to tell her we're part of the group too she laughed at him!"

"Okay, enough." Robin said. "Together with y/n I'm not going back down, you can stay with us if you want, but that's the end of this topic."

"Deal." The girls smiled broadly and the four of you moved to the guest room. Spending the rest of the evening there and falling asleep isolated from everyone.

The weather matched your mood. Heavy drops of rain pounded the roof of the trailer from which you and your dad slowly carried the cardboard boxes under a little canopy. Your dad borrowed a small truck from his workmate so that he could easily transport all of yours and Robin's belongings straight to your new apartment in Indianapolis. Eddie was awakened by a knock on the door of his room.

"C'mon son before it's too late!" Wayne entered after waiting a moment. "Oh." He was surprised to see that his nephew was not there alone. Fortunately, the girl next to him was still sleeping. "Sorry, I didn't know you had a visitor." He said almost in a whisper.

"Well, now you see." Eddie sighed. "What's too late for?" he asked sleepily, wiping his face with his hands.

"I thought you wanted to say goodbye to y/n before she leaves."

"Where is she going?"

"To Indianapolis?" asked the man clearly confused.

"But she starts college in a week."

"That's why they're leaving early to get the apartment ready." Did Eddie not know anything? Wayne had actually noticed a huge lack of your presence since Eddie started dating Samantha. However, he didn't know it was that bad.

"She'll probably help Buckley and come back, I'll see her later," he said.

"Son, she and Buckley girl are moving out together. You really didn't know?"

Suddenly there was not an ounce of sleepiness in him. He quickly got to his feet, put on the pants that were on the floor and ran to the living room window, from which he had a view on your trailer. The sight of the pile of boxes next to the front door took his breath away. What was going on? You were supposed to stay here in Hawkins and commute to Indianapolis by train. What changed and why didn't you tell him anything about it? Clenching his fist, he tried to control his breathing which was becoming more rapid and irregular.

He pulled on a sweatshirt that hung on a hanger next to him and stormed out from the trailer. He didn't care about the rain, it was boiling inside him. Immediately behind him with a quick step walked Wayne.

"Can we talk?" he said through his teeth, stopping in front of you. Not expecting his presence, you stood like a stone staring at him with big, surprised eyes.

"It's alright, kid. We still have plenty of time, a little break will do us good. I'll go make myself and Wayne some coffee." Your dad said and they both disappeared into the trailer.

"Come on." said Eddie grabbing your wrist and dragging you back to his. "What the fuck y/n?!" he asked irritated when you found yourselves in the living room. "Are you moving out?!" You didn't answer anything, which upset him even more. "You were supposed to stay here! You already had everything planned! Why didn't you say anything?!" he was raising his voice with each word.

"When was I supposed to tell you?! We hardly see each other at all! We don't talk!" you exploded feeling that his anger was unfair.

"And whose fault is it?! You're the one who suddenly started skipping all the meetings without even saying why, and now this! You just wanted to leave like that without saying a word!"

"Is it really so bad that I want to finally move on?! Everyone is slowly starting to put their lives back together after everything that happened to us! Everyone moves forward, you move forward! You can't expect me to stand in the same place all the time and just look at everything from the side! You have no right to do that!" There have been arguments between you and Eddie, but they have never been as serious as now. You never raised your voice at him. You never yelled at him like you do now, a yell that caused a sore throat and waterfalls of tears running down your cheeks.

"Why can't you move on here?!" he too finally began to shout.

"Because I can't! I can't! Be-because-"

"What the hell guys?" a sleepy girl's voice interrupted your shouting match. She was standing in the doorway from Eddie's bedroom dressed only in his T-shirt and underwear. The sight of her in this place and in this condition was like a critical blow. The final nail in the coffin.

"Nothing." Eddie snapped. "Just go back to bed, I'll be back soon too." Feeling your heart break in half you looked him straight in the eye.

"You're putting your life together, Eddie. Let me do it too." you no longer shouted. Now your voice was filled with pain.

"You are the one who is breaking our promise, y/n." His lower lip began to tremble.

"You're right." you said, not quite believing it. "It's my fault, I'm sorry." You took one last look at your best friend. Your Eddie, whom you had come to love more than anyone else over the years. The anger on his face disappeared, only sadness remained. A shrill sadness and big eyes full of tears. Right now, in his home, where you shared many amazing and happy moments together, a scene of separation was playing out. Two caterpillars who were always supposed to be together somewhere along the way lost their common direction ending up on a road where you can't see the connection. They are forced to go their own way alone.

When he didn't speak for a long while you turned around and left. When Wayne and your dad saw your tears you lied that it was because you would miss them. Not wanting to worry you even more, they pretended to believe you.

Your first night in the new apartment should be exciting. You should enjoy the new beginning. You should have enjoyed moving forward, but you couldn't, feeling that your adventure had a missing piece that nothing would be able to replace.

"Come in!" Robin exclaimed as you knocked quietly on the door to her room. Without a word you sat down on the bed looking around the white and so far empty walls. "What's up?" she asked sitting down next to you. You looked at her unable to get a word out. Pressing your lips into a thin line, you shook your head. You couldn't say what was happening. Words couldn't describe how you felt. "Hey, it's okay." she said like she was reading your mind.

"Can I sleep here today?" you asked quietly. The fact that you didn't want to be alone right now was the only thing you were sure of at that moment.

"Of course, my mattress is much more comfortable than yours anyway." she laughed. "Do you need anything else to make you feel better? We can watch some movie."

"No." You sighed.

"I can sing you a lullaby, I remember you once mentioning that it calms you down." In truth, you appreciated her efforts, but it wasn't a good idea. Lullabies were something yours and Eddie's. Only yours. At least that's what you thought. An unwanted thought ran through your head as to whether he was singing them to her, too, and you squirmed at the thought. "No more lullabies, Robin. Never again."

Since you left, Eddie's life began to turn upside down. One of the positive things was that he got a job at a music store and was able to occasionally earn extra money as a mechanic from a local garage. The work was well paid and enjoyable. Even his co-workers seemed to be friendly to him.

Unfortunately, that would be enough good things. Less than a month after you left, Samantha left him without a word. This made your absence even more unbearable.

Your goodbye wasn't one of the best, after your leaving you didn't call once, so he didn't do it either, explaining that you didn't leave him the number to your new apartment, but he knew it was just a poor excuse, because if he had just asked everyone would have given it to him. Robin often came over on weekends, but you didn't do it once. When Steve and the rest of the team went to visit you he never had the courage to ask if he could join them. All he did was occasionally ask your dad how you were doing when they saw each other. The man, however, always answered only with short sentences that everything was fine. You, on the other hand, avoided any talk about him at all costs, and over time everyone began to respect this and the subject of Eddie was not brought up in your company.

Months passed and he still could not come to terms with how your fate had turned out. Unfortunately, the biggest shock was still ahead of him when, getting ready for work one morning, he heard a loud knock on the door. Wayne, eating breakfast, sent him a questioning look, to which he just shrugged his shoulders and went to open it. He found no one there, looking around he didn't see a living soul. Only when his gaze traveled downward did his heart died. He grabbed onto the doorframe to keep from falling over. A rather large cardboard box was lying at the doorstep.

"What's this?" asked Wayne approaching from behind. The contents of the carton also almost knocked him off his feet.

The younger Munson slowly knelt down to pick up the piece of paper with the message with a shaking hand.

When I found out, it was too late. She has no name. -S

He watched in disbelief as the little eyes began to open. Little chocolate button eyes. Just like his. There was a baby. A little girl wrapped in a blanket lay quietly in a cardboard box looking at her dad's pale face.

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