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Levi Ackerman x Best friend!Reader!with Toxic Parent!ModernaotAU

Warnings: toxic parent, parents divorced

Just got into an argument with my parent and I needed to vent so here you guys go 🙂‍↔️ Levi is the best best friend ever and I needed that last week.

Also very much so unedited LOL

Includes : levi, Hange, Erwin

AOT MODERN AU

Your parents had divorced when you were 17. Your sister was 13. Between graduating high school and helping your sister focus on her own studies you didn’t have time to mourn the loss. The loss was of your family, your mother.

 

In college is where you met your best friend, Levi. Erwin and Hange soon followed after.

 

It was two weeks in school. You were buried in quizzes, tests, and essays.

 

The library was full, and you were sitting at a table with four chairs. Your textbooks had taken over the table.

 

A few students had walked in and out of the library and you ignored them.

 

Until a hand slammed on your textbook.

 

You didn’t look up hoping it was a mistake.

 

Then the fingers began drilling as if impatient. Finally, a voice interrupted your thoughts, “um excuse me?”

 

You looked up to come face to face with a girl who resembled that of a typical high school bully.

 

I thought for sure we’d left that behind, you thought to yourself.

 

Choosing kindness you responded, “yes?” With a smile.

 

She began popping her gum, blowing a bubble before she continued, “My friends and I need this table.  There’s only one of you, so get up.”

 

You snorted, unable to take her seriously.

 

Her eyes narrowed, “Did I say something funny?”

 

You shook your head, “No sorry I just had something in my throat. I’m sitting here because the one person tables don’t have enough room for my textbooks.” You attempted to explain despite knowing you could have just said no and ignored her.

 

She stood up fully now, “Well maybe if you weren’t so dumb you wouldn’t need all this space to study.” She rolled her eyes.

 

You weren’t much of a bully and your own insults didn’t come easy. So, all you could do was stutter, “Uh…”

 

A new voice joined the convo. “Maybe if you weren’t a high school bully you abominable flamingo then we can all study in peace. Because you know, it is a study hall.” He spoke from behind you.

 

You turned your head just as the girls gasped. There stood a guy you could recognize from your other classes.

 

Levi something. The girl attempted to speak but shutting her up again he spoke, “You have an entire life to be an idiot. Why not take the day off?”

 

This time you couldn’t help but snorting. You caught it as your hand raised as if you were coughing. The girl glared at you but did walk away.

 

You turned to say thanks, but he was already walking away and towards a table where a blonde guy was sitting and a brown-haired girl. She was wearing glasses and waving dramatically at you.

 

Hesitantly you waved back. Despite the woman grinning and waving Levi didn’t look back.

 

You smiled at the memory. The next day, the girl tried to stop you in the hallway. But the girl who you learned was named Hange swooped in and dragged you away ignoring them.

 

She explained that if you were going to be such a target of bullying it would be smart to stick to them. You were exceptionally grateful. Most of your classes were with all three of them and if not at least one of them.

 

You were interested in becoming a professor and you soon learned they all were too. Erwin loved history. Hange science. Hilariously enough Levi and you both were interested in Literature.

 

Which is how you all ended up where you were now.

 

You and Hange were roommates. Levi lived alone and Erwin with his wife.

 

Petra Erwin’s wife had been out of town on a girl’s trip. So, you and Hange decided to have them over for an easy dinner.

 

Easy for Hange seeing as she loved to clean. You took on the cooking role often.

 

You’d already planned dinner and the beef was marinated ready for you to cook. You were currently picking up your sister as your dad was called into work for a Tech Reserve.

 

He’d be gone for the week.

 

You’d been listening to Ann your sister talk about her latest situation. She’d been laid off from her job with no warnings. It was a simple cleaning job she did 3 times a week. It was easy money and someone you all knew. She’d been working there for 3 years. And now at 19 she needed to start over. With a new resume and a new job. It hadn’t been a week since the message that your dad had pushed her to call every business down the street to see if they were hiring.

 

She currently wanted to work at a cafe, but he said no. Most of his reason based on paranoia alone. You attempted to give suggestions as to why he should let her work where she wanted but to no avail.

 

As you both arrived you parked the car in your driveway, “I’m going to call him, you can go ahead into the house. Hange is here,” you unlocked the car.

 

She turned to you uneasily, “if I can’t convince him, I don’t know that you can. And you know how he gets, why you moved out in the first place.”

 

You shook your head, “it doesn’t matter, I don’t live there anymore. He can't hurt me anymore. Besides, he must see reason.”

 

You both knew that wasn’t the case.

 

He was a great dad, he provided for all your needs and in days where you were short on money. He was there. Days you needed air in your tire, needed to borrow bug spray he was there.

But after the divorce, your father began comparing you to your cheating mother.

 

As a teenager you were still reeling from your own mother’s betrayal not just because she cheated… but also because she abandoned you and your sister. You wished so desperately for an escape. So, the first mention of needing a roommate from Hange you began working hard. Putting your affairs in order and saving money. When you turned 21 with your first teaching position you were out.

 

The first few months were blissful. No more comparing. No more sly comments, no more backhanded compliments. Or ordering around. Or doing things the way only HE wanted.

 

Apart of you felt sorry for leaving your own sister behind, but you had the tiniest inkling she’d be fine. Considering she was the favorite child. No matter how much she or he tried to deny it. It was all in the way he listened to her, or heard her out, didn't interrupt her, and even treated her like an adult. There were no backhanded compliments or talking about her in front of others.

 

Ann shrugged, before taking her bag and jumping out of the car. You watched her walk up to your front door before you opened your phone.

 

There were a few messages from the groupchat. Erwin saying he'd arrived. Hange letting you know she'd taken the meat out of the freezer. Levi texting you and the chat he was on the way with dessert and drink.

 

Knowing you were attempting to distract yourself from your task you opened the phone app. You took a deep breath, sliding to the contact that read 'Dadmight' and hit dial.

 

As he answered, you greeted one another as usual. The formalities were out of the way. Then he asked what was up.

 

Shakily you spoke, “Dad, I know you’re her parent and you have a right to give her suggestions. But don’t you think Ann should work where she wants to work? I mean at the end of the day, you may help her with her resume, and teach her how to do an interview but wherever she gets accepted she’ll have to do the job on her own. You won’t be able to help her or give suggestions. So she might as well,-“ he cut you off. You instantly could tell he was upset.

 

“No. Hush your mouth,” he began his own spill. You zoned out barely hearing his words. But recognizing a few.

 

Disrespectful. On your own. Relationship. Stay out of it. So many words ran together and just like when you were younger you keep your face blank. Your body moved out autopilot as you opened the car door. The anger in his voice was always the same. However cool night breeze instantly woke you. reminding you of your intentions.

 

“Hello? Did you hear me? I said-“ he began again repeating everything. You listened this time. As he accused you of trying to destroy his relationship with Ann. As he said your tone was disrespectful and how just because you moved out you didn’t get to talk to him that way.

 

“I’m not trying to attack you,” you cut in attempting to diffuse the situation.

 

“Be quiet! I’m not done, don’t interrupt me when I’m talking to you,” you attempted to not zone. Because of this a lump in your throat formed. As you fought to keep from blanking out every little word felt like an arrow hitting your body.

 

He was silent now.

 

“Okay dad, I’ll talk to you later. Bye,” you hung up the phone. Before you could start sobbing.

 

Apart of you angry at his disrespect but also angry at yourself. You didn’t live with him anymore. He couldn’t punish you or burst in your room and demand a conversation. You were on your own. In your own space that you built with Hange.

 

And he still affected you.

 

None of these thoughts helped you. Within in seconds, you started crying. Your tears kept coming without cause. You ripped your glasses off and through blurry eyes you swiped on your phone again and pressed on a new contact.

 

The phone rang and rang and rang. Until finally someone picked up.

 

You heard a familiar but weak voice. "Hello?"

 

"Mom?" You asked albeit a little confused. Your voice was clear but barely.

 

She sniffed clearing her throat, before answering you, "Yes? What's wrong?"

 

You cleared your throat enough to ask, "Are you crying? What's wrong?"

 

She began protesting, "No no I'm okay, what's up?"

 

You shook your head, "No you're crying!" You lost it again the tears spilling over, "we can't both be crying," the tears fell even harder. Your head aching at the sudden onslaught of tears.

 

Your mom sniffled again, "I'm sorry. Me and your aunt just got into it. What's wrong with you?" You could tell she wasn't in her right mind.

 

Still, you answered her question as she had yours, "Dad and I just got into it. But I'll just call you later, okay? Feel better," you mumbled as she agreed and said love you.

 

The conversation ended and you were not feeling any better. In fact, you were feeling worse. You took your glasses to your shirt, attempting to wipe the stain of tears off, before focusing on the cold tears on your face.

 

You didn’t notice a car had parked on your street. Or that Levi was walking towards you.

 

He didn’t seem to see your face, “I got that disgusting wine you like so much,” he raised the bottle as you attempted to wipe your tears. But they kept coming.

 

He stopped as he finally got a look at you.

 

“Are you crying?” He was close now, “Who were you talking to on that phone call?”

 

Phone call? Christ did he hear me? Panic hit you as you started laughing uneasily, “sorry the moon is just so pretty tonight,” you pointed up only to come face to face with clouds that were covering the moon. From the looks of it, the moon had been covered for awhile.

 

Levi’s expression turned deadpanned. As if he were saying, really? 

 

“Sorry,” you wiped the tears that had finally stopping coming, “dad and I just got into it. More like he laid into me,” you rolled your eyes.

 

You turned to your car, grabbing your own backpack from the back seat.

 

As you locked the door and began walking, he was in step with you. “You mean that heated voice was your dad?” His voice soured as if he couldn’t believe it.

 

You sighed, “Yeah. Well just now it was my mom. Before that it was my dad, I don’t think you’ve ever met him yet. He can be a bit of a jerk sometimes,” you turned to him now, “are my eyes red and can you tell I’ve been crying?” You asked hurriedly.

 

He paused. His eyes scanning your face. Before he could answer you assumed he was trying to find an easy way to say yes. Or a funny way knowing him.

 

“I knew it,” you turned your bag attempting to find a tissue, but he stopped you.

 

“No sorry, I was just admiring your beauty.” He spoke as if it were obvious.

 

You paused not expecting his direct words. Or the honesty. Before you could say anything else, he opened the door and walked in.

 

You could feel your cheeks warm but ignoring them you followed him shutting the door. You hung your backpack on the hooks where other purses and bags laid. You slipped your shoes off and your sweatshirt, leaving you in a pair of overalls and a frilly shirt. Sitting on the couch was your sister, Erwin and you assumed Hange was making drinks.

 

Your sister made a beeline for Levi pulling him an unwillingly hug. He humored her. And funny enough only her.

 

“Hey brat,” he pulled away from her.

 

You greeted Hange and Erwin and they smiled.

 

You grabbed the wine from his hand and headed straight for the kitchen. He followed behind you with your sister in tow.

 

She was sitting on the bar stools as you began washing your hands. You could tell she wanted to know how the phone call went.

 

Ann wouldn't be Ann if she didn't just say what was on her mind. And that she did.

 

"So, how'd it go?" She asked before popping a can of soda.

 

You'd already dried your hands and were rinsing out a glass of wine. Hange opened your 'disgusting wine' as Levi dubbed and was already pouring you a glass as you pulled out the beef you marinated just this morning.

 

You rolled your eyes, "How do you think it went?" You were annoyed, "then I tried to call mom and she was crying too! I told her we can't both be crying," you plugged in the rice cooker to prepare for the rice you were about to wash.

 

Ann snickered, "Not you both crying. What was up with her?"

 

You washed the rice in front of her at the sink now. "She said she got into it with her sister. I told her dad and I got into it and then I told her to get some rest. We hung up after that," you poured the rice out as your sister nodded.

 

Hange cut in with a glass of something, "I'm sorry did I just hear you say you got into it with your dad? I thought you left that behind," she leaned against the counter as you turned the stove on, throwing garlic with sesame oil in the pan.

 

You chuckled unamusedly, "Heh, yeah. See I did until he started being unreasonable towards Ann." You gestured now opening the pantry. You pulled the flour free so you could start on the Kimchi pancakes.

 

Erwin now joined all of you in the kitchen as Levi rolled his sleeves up preparing to clean up after you. You were too busy cooking and sipping to notice the small bit of trash you left behind. To Levi this was okay because it gave him something to do with his hands while you cooked for them.

 

Erwin set his beer on the bar pulling himself into the seat next to Anna, "How is he being unreasonable this time?" He asked curiously.

 

It had slipped your mind the last time your father truly got on your nerves you called Erwin. He brought you lunch at the day care you were interning at and listened to your agitated words. You were 19 at the time and your father had taken your car and your phone... all to make a point. You knew this to be the case because a few days later he'd given both items back. Erwin convinced you right then in there to NOT move out at 19 with only your recent check to your name. However, he offered his place as a refuge in case you ever needed it.

 

Thankfully, you had been able to hold out for a few more years.

 

Levi was surprised to hear Erwin's choice of words too. You'd chosen to keep Levi out of this part of your life, due to the fear that he and your father would become enemies. Of course, Levi never knew this.

 

As you remembered this, you came back from your thoughts to Ann explaining the situation. The others listened as she expressed her opinion on the situation. You poured the broccoli into a pan on the back of the stove, readying the sauce so it would steam just right.

 

"Do you want to tell us how the convo went?" Ann asked apart of curious but also cautious... between the two of you she was less likely to talk family business. You however had no qualms in this regard.

 

You mixed the Kimchi into the flour before setting the bowl in front of Ann. She pouted but got to work, as you leaned back and sipped.

 

"Yeah, so you know when I get excited sometimes I yell," you explained first.

 

Hange snickered, "Yell is an understatement. She was telling me about her latest enemies to lovers’ book in the car and I thought I lost my hearing."

 

You blushed deeply, your facial expression showing embarrassment, "Thank you Hange for proving the point that everyone else knows, I'm sure. Moving on," you stirred the broccoli before leaning against a counter again.

 

"So, I'm not sure if I was yelling or if it was my tone."

 

Ann cut in, "your tone can sometimes come across crazy."

 

You ignored her and kept talking, "I basically told him that even though he's Ann's parent he can help her or give her suggestions, but at the end of the day she's going to be the one doing the work. We all know whether you admit it or not you or a lazy person," you paused looking to Ann who was now flipping the first kimchi pancake.

 

"I am."

 

You bit a chuckle, "So I told him wouldn’t it make more sense if you let her work where she wants to work... so then she'll actually want to work and then later she can move up." You took a deep breath pausing for a moment to put the beef on the hot stove.

 

Hange was impatient. "So, what'd he say this time?"

 

You rolled your eyes, "First while I was talking, he told me to shut up and hush up and of course I laughed. Then he went into this spill about how I disrespect him and how I shouldn't talk to him in that tone. He said that just because I've moved out doesn't mean I can ruin his and Ann's relationship and that I needed to stay out of it," you were frustrated now.

 

The cup you were holding had been set down now and you were gripping the counter in anger, "Ugh I mean what makes him think I'm going to want to respect him if he treats me like that. I feel like every time we argue he treats me like dirt. Whether or not that's his intention that's how I feel," you turned to Hange now, "and this whole thing just made me truly realize why I dislike conversation about conflict or telling you how I feel. Any time I talked to him or try to tell him my point of view it turns into him thinking I'm attacking him or trying to take away his 'deserved' respect as a father. And then I shut down as you know Ann and so after the whole conversation and he finally went quiet I was just like, 'okay dad, I'll see you later,' and I just hung up. Then I was crying... not because of what he said or anything but because I was frustrated with myself for allowing him to still get to me." You couldn't look anyone in the eye as your felt your own frustration dissipate.

 

Hange was the first to speak up, "I'm sorry. I understand where you're coming from. Maybe with time he'll see our point of view. I feel like every time you mention him I want to like punch him in the face. Your dad is an interesting person, that's for sure."

 

You covered your mouth in shock before laughing at her statement. You then flipped the beef over in the pan as your laughed turned into a snicker.

 

Levi spoke up next surprising you, "What do you mean you 'shut down?'" His face didn't give away what he was thinking. Apart of you felt grateful worried he would think you were overreacting.

 

You were unsure if you wanted Levi to know this other side of you. The side your father only brought out. Interrupting your thought Ann however replied.

 

"She does this thing where her face goes blank. I feel like it's to protect herself from what he's saying. It's almost like she's disassociating, which is not good by the way. You need a therapist," your sister pointed out as she always did.

 

You couldn't help but snort, "So do you. But at the end of the day dad has taught me something," you leaned against the counter now allowing the chicken to cook on the stove.

 

"What's that?" Erwin curiously asked.

 

You grinned, "Not to marry anyone like him. Ann already knows if my future boyfriend acts anything like our dad, to hit me over the head."

 

Hange snickered, "Has she had to hit you over the head yet?"

 

Somehow knowing you wouldn't answer truthfully Ann chuckled, "I've hit her over the head for a few guys with red flags but none thankfully as bad as Dad."

 

Levi folded his arms, "Who have you dated?"

 

You kept silent, but Ann however did not care for your embarrassment.

 

She began cackling. "Oh you never told them did you?" You covered your face, "It was Chad! Remember him, right?" Ann smirked turning to the others.

 

Erwin began shaking his head, "I had to step in for Chad. That was truly one of your darkest moments (name). Gotta say I was a tiny bit disappointed."

 

You rolled your eyes, "Okay Erwin we get it. I have horrible taste in men."

 

Hange shook her head, "Not just horrible. Chad was like downright disgusting y/n! What did he do? Bat his eyelashes?"

 

You cringed. "What?? Nooo!" You didn't appear to be convincing.

 

Levi sighed. "Chad as in the college dropout Chad? The Chad who got kicked out of school our senior year?" Even he had the ability to look disappointed.

 

You turned away from everyone, "It's not my fault, I took his flirting seriously! I've never been flirt with," you gestured to yourself as if that would help your situation by any means.

 

Hange closed her eyes and softly shook her head. "Okay y/n you're right. We're sorry, although please tell me Chad was the only one," she turned to Ann who didn't appear to be in your favor.

 

Interrupting the stories that were soon to follow you spoke up, "Alright who's hungry?"

 

You were thankful for the short distraction. However, you were not expecting to catch the eyes of Levi. A curious look in his eyes.

Levi didn’t have parents. His mother died when he was young and he never met his father.

 

After that his uncle raised him until he was old enough to do something with his life. His Uncle Kenny was never much of a father.

 

Apart of him wondered what his life would have been like if he had his mother to raise him. Or if Kenny had stuck around to actually raise him properly.

 

Alas he would never know and now that he’s older he wonders if his thoughts and feelings on his parents would have changed.. if they were still alive. He was sure you still loved your parents because he knew just as well as anyone else a simple argument would never change that. However, a part of him began wondering if parent relationships were as black and white as he thought.

 

And how many times have you had to deal with your father in this way. How many times had he not been here to hear what was bothering you and understand what made you cry and why.

 

You approached Levi noticing him now deep in thought. The others had plates and were entertaining one another with a movie. You could hear the familiar Kung Fu Panda 2 intro.

 

"Hey, here's your plate," you whispered setting in front of him.

 

He looked up shock briefly taking over him, "Oh thanks."

 

You nodded watching him for a moment. It appeared he had something to say, so you gave him a moment. Your plate was sitting in front of you, and you took a sip of the 'disgusting' (deliciously sweet) wine.

 

Levi picked up his fork pausing for a second, "So how often do you and your father get in arguments?"

 

You stared at him attempting to gauge his thoughts. Like always he gave nothing away.

 

You shook your head hoping to be as convincing as you could and answered, "Not often."

 

He set his fork down, his eyes staring holes into your own, "Please do not lie to me."

 

You sighed turning away from him as your felt your throat weaken. Of course you had to be emotional.

 

Taking a few seconds, you turned back to him. "These days? Maybe once a month. Being out of the house has made it easier on our relationship. He still has opinions on things which is what we end up arguing over most of time," you rolled your eyes, moving the food on your plate around.

 

Levi nodded slowly, "How long has it been going on?"

 

You closed your eyes at his question... it had been nearly 4 years ago and still you remember every detail as if it was yesterday... maybe I really do need a therapist. Ann would gloat at you agreeing with her words.

 

You opened your eyes to see Levi looking at you with nothing but patience, so you spoke.

 

"Well, I was 17 and anna was 13 when mom left us. She cheated on my dad, they got a divorce and she and left anna and I for a year. She went zero contact, and we had no idea if she was dead or alive, what she was doing, and where she was. During that time, our dad was dealing with the divorce in a not so healthy way. He took it out on us, not super bad but sometimes he would compare me to mom. He said I would turn out just like her and he spent many nights talking to Ann and I about the way mom treated him and about how she had abandoned us. Ann hated mom for a long time because of this. Of course, we did our best to help him... and then he took up drinking. He was never physical, just very cruel with his words. One day... I got tired of him treating us like his therapists and from then on Ann became his favorite child."

 

Your story like past came to an end and you took the first bite of your meal as Levi took in your story. You could see his hands tense and his jaw locked.

 

He bit the inside of his cheek as he looked up now staring you in your eyes, "Y/n what was Erwin talking about? When he said he had to step in."

 

Your eyes flashed in embarrassment, "Oh yeah that. Dad got upset because Ann took up for me over something stupid and he laid into her. I mean he was telling her to shut up and I snapped. I told him he couldn't talk to her like that, how he had the issue with me and not to take it out on her. I was 19 and he took my car away and he shut down my phone," you chuckled at the memory, "and that punishment didn't last but 3 days because I was working full time and he didn't want to have to drive me to work every day. I remember being so pissed off because after all of that... he pouted like a child for days, ignoring me until I apologized." You shook your head, your anger surfacing for a second.

 

"Sometimes he makes me so angry," You whispered as if ashamed, "and there were some days where I hated him so much. I couldn't even look at him and say 'I love you' back.... because I wasn't sure if I did."

 

You felt a hand rest on yours, but you couldn't bear to look at him because the nights previous tears were begging to be shed.

 

For the first time ever, you heard Levi apologize. Not because of something he did... but instead on behalf of your father. You shook your head, "Levi please... Don't apologize for something you haven't done. I'd ask him to apologize but he's too arrogant to think he's at fault. It's just something I'll have to live with," you turned your hand, both of your palms facing one another.

 

He gripped your hand tight. "Well, you won't have to alone, that's for sure." He squeezed your hand in his, the pressure assuring you of his words, "And for the record, I'm more apologizing for the fact I wasn't there." He lifted your hand to his chest as if holding it there would help him more.

 

You rolled your eyes attempting to fight off a smile, "It's not your fault again, I purposefully kept you out of the loop, so the first time you met him would be a neutral conversation for you."

 

"Too late for that." His lips barely lifted into a smirk, "Let's just hope your old man respects you otherwise we'll have a problem."

 

You sighed, shaking your head, "Of course we will."

 

You stood from the bar stool, prepared to put your plate away, but as always Levi took over. Without a word his eyes telling you to stay exactly where you were.

 

Afterall... cleaning was his domain, and you did really like to watch him clean.

 

 

Extra;

*kung fu panda 2 playing in the background*

*Hange, Erwin, and Ann were sitting on the couch halfway paying attention to it*

Hange: Ten bucks they're dating in the morning.

Erwin: Make it 15 and it's a deal.

Ann: Make it 50 and you're both on.

**

Levi: I do really like you but also if we confirm the dating rumors your sister gets some extra cash... which works for us both...

Y/N: Sooo are you doing this for the cash? Or because you like me?

Levi: Like is actually the biggest understatement... I love you.

Y/N: shut uppp

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Was there ever a part 2 to your lov x scarlet witch reader?

No I never wrote one 🙂‍↔️ but I may revisit it and refine a few ideas.

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girl dinner.

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I love when a book is so good, I can’t stop reading it

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*thinking about my sweet baby angel 🥰*

the angel in question:

24/7 nonstop

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Me as a Hero | Hawks x Gen Z!Hero!OC

[Facing the Public]

So I came up with this idea or concept that I really want to just have fun with. It's me as a hero but also as gen z and this series will more than likely include just different things, I think would be funny or interesting to explore in the MHA world. Season 6 really opened a lot up for some of these ideas so I'm really excited to see where this series takes me. For now, I've tried writing this with head cannons, but it is not an x reader until I can get my format together. This is going to be very unserious and kind of a word vomit, but I think it's a cool idea so yeah. I'm mainly using this as an excuse to write small ideas into a short story to get me back into writing :))

Hope you enjoy :))

Character Info

Hero Name: Atlas

Quirk: Atlas Moth

Physique: Chubby, 5'5

I personally pictured her as black/mixed. So do with that what you will.

Little background: Atlas became a hero very young. She graduated high school (UA) early due to the hero commission. Her moth wings give her flight, durability, and silk weapons that stem from her wings. As part moth she is naturally chubby due to her quirk Atlas Moth taking after the largest moth in the world. She faces daily criticism but does her best to ignore it. She met Hawks shortly after graduation and because of the similarity in their quirks they teamed up often and now work alongside one another as partners. She works at UA part time and is close with Class 1a. There will be very brief mentions of season 6 (not in great detail) just if you've seen season 6 you'll know what I'm talking about.

We find Hawks and Atlas after saving daycare students from a villain, but they were unable to prevent the substantial damage that was done to the school and the surrounding buildings.

A group of kids had walked by thanking Hawks and I profusely for everything we had done. I turned to Hawks and was not surprised to find him already looking at me.

"What?" He asked.

I just gently smiled, "that's why we do what we do. For them, for us." And a smile also reached his face.

Because of the work we'd both done I knew there was quite a bit of media coverage. A reporter in fact had walked over to us both, a mic in hand and a camera following.

Keigo grabbed my hand, and I knew exactly why.

The reporter seemed nice enough, giving a quick hello before starting with: “So Ms. Atlas civilians are confused about your original mission statement that you made when you first became a hero at 17. 'You promised us we’d be safe however the damage you’ve left behind shows otherwise.' Some people say. What do you have to say in regard to that?”

Hawks gripped my hand tighter, and I looked at him for the corner of my eye. He was shaking his head.

I know what he’s thinking. And I’m not going to listen :))))

Atlas: Well I’d say, “are you a hero?"

Reporter: Excuse me?

Atlas: Are you any of your critics out there heroes?

Reporter: I’m not sure I take your meaning.

Atlas: Well let me spell it out for you. A lot of you civilians have a lot to say about how a heroes job should be done but I don’t see any of you out here. Did you go to hero school?

Reporter: *Shocked and Silenced*

Atlas: Do you see this *points to fresh scars* or this *points to hawks fresh scars* if you can’t see it or just refuse to its blood. Blood, we spilled trying to protect all of you. Which should tell you SURPRISE we’re not perfect.

Hawks: Okay thank you so much, we gotta go Atlas, you know more bad people to put away.

Atlas: Wait wait I’m not done one more thing.

Hawks: are you gonna be nice?

Atlas: of courseeeee

Hawks: *rolls his eyes because how much worse could it get*

Atlas: Everyday you look at a hero and you think we’re more than you and that we’re better. But we’re human just like you, which means we’re all equals, and I can still beat your as-

Hawks: OKAY time to go. Thanks for the interview *grabs my hood and drags me away* We have got to work on your publicity!

Atlas: *screaming one more time* and if I hear one more person say something about my boy DEKU OR CLASS 1A ITS ON SIGHT!!!

Reporter: okay uh back to you at the station.

Later at UA

Class 1a was spread out in there dorm common room around Hawks and I. We'd brought treats for them as usual. They knew me both as Hawk's hero partner and there HR instructor (ironically).

Kirishima: I know we’re supposed to respect the public and all that because that's what you taught us but WOW ATLAS THAT WAS SO MANLY

Aizawa: I should be scolding you but I can’t lie. I’m proud of you.

Bakugo: Heh them idiots had it coming!

Atlas: See hawks it wasn’t all that bad

Hawks: Atlas, you told the civilians that you can still beat them up and you told them they could catch your hands?? What part of what I just said is not THAT bad?

Midoriya: Thanks Ms. Atlas but you didn’t have to ruin your reputation for me.

Atlas: Don’t worry Izuku I’ve just been waiting for the right time to speak my mind. Besides you shouldn’t have to take all there crap. You’re doing your best and that’s all that matters. All of you. Just because they’re the people you’re meant to save doesn’t give them the right to talk bad about you. Any one of you could have become villains and then they’d really have something to say but you didn’t. All of you choose the high road. For whatever reason.

The class soaked in your words.

Atlas: Now me personally you know being a chubby hero with a cute quirk I’m already publicly criticized so I could care less what the public thinks of me. But you know that’s just me. Each of you will have to decide how much of the public life you’ll let dictate how you live your life. But that’s your decision and yours alone. Okay now I’m off my soap opera.

Hawks: Don’t worry. It was a pretty cute one watching you get all passionate.

Atlas: Shut up Keigo

Girls of class 1a: aweeee

Hawks and I finished the night as we usually did, me in the kitchen cooking dinner for everyone with Sato and Momo. And Hawks losing a game of uno.

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I won't even lie to you I've been wanting a way to voice my frustrations with the civilians from season 6. In all movies and shows I've always personally disliked the civilian's reactions when the hero makes a mistake (examples; transformers dark of the moon, Captain America civil war, Batman Vs. Superman). While it is realistic it still pisses me off.

Anyways that was super fun. I'm excited for other ideas I have. Next one will more than likely be x reader because it just flows better that way.

Thanks for reading my ideas byeeeee :)))

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Just finished mha season 6. And yes I’m behind okay. Like leave me alone.

Just have a few things to say uhhh

I couldn’t be a hero. Cause someone in public would come up to me and call me a false hero and I’d slap the ever loving crap out of them. Anyone would say something about Deku and it would be overrrr. Don’t play with me.

Ochago is THAT girl. That is all.

Bakugo’s apology????

Dabi is bat crazy. And idk I find it hilarious.

Twice did not deserve his end.

Class 1a has come so far. It’s unreal??? I’ve read so many reaction short stories and books and I love them so much because just imagine season 1 class 1a seeing themselves in season 6???

I used to have a crush on hawks just based on looks when I started season 1. And then I lost interest when I didn’t see him for like 3 seasons?? But I’m in love. I was a shigaraki girly. And let me just say. He did his thing. He did his thug thizzle (His voice change in season 5 ruined my lifeeee) But idk hawks???? Is just so boyfriend???? And baby hawks>>>>>

And I feel like season 6 is FanFiction or something because that entire season gave me everything I wanted to explore in an mha world. An assassin who worked for the hero commission??? Check. Deku as a vigilante??? Check. Shigaraki having a power increase??? Check. Tartarus having a prison break and all the villains getting loose??? Check. The list goes onnnn.

And did I look back at my old FanFiction seven though I’m an adult who no longer has the time to write??? Yes. Did I start writing a prologue to a book I’ll never finish?? Nooooo what are you talking about? Have faith in me. (Yeah… I did)

Yeah for now that’s all I got. I’m sure I have more thoughts but I’m tired rn.

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Hi. miguel is absoLUTELY Spider-Man. He had a whole comic series called Spider-Man 2099. He was the first Non Peter Parker Spider-Man. Anything you see about him not being Spider-Man is incorrect.

Okay I guess what I saw was him not being Peter Parker but still considered Spider-Man.

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!!!Across the spiderverse spoilers!!!

Okay I just watched the movie at home. I got to see it 4 times in theater and hopefully everyone’s seen it now. I’m just curious about everyone else’s theories. I’ve seen a lot of different good ones.

I’m mainly curious about what everyone thinks about Miguel, is he telling the truth? Who’s gonna die in the next movie? Any theories for how the next movies plot is gonna go? Any plot twists? Extra side points I could have missed to give me a hint in the movie.

I’m gonna just give a small rundown of what I think.

I don’t think any of the spiders are gonna die just for the simple fact that they’re not mentoring anyone or anything so if they do die (Gwen, hobie, pav, the whole band basically) who’s gonna replace them.

I do think Miguel has to die. He’s too far gone. Like he’s done some crazy stuff mannnn. How is he gonna go back to being good friendly neighborhood Spider-Man with not only a body count (I know Spider-Man’s killed before but mannnn he got like 100+ people on that list) but also morals that just won’t fit who he is anymore. Also side note: I know a little bout his background. How he’s not technically a Spider-Man and all that about alchemax but I never read the comics or played the video games myself.

I’m curious if he’s gonna die like realizing he was wrong or will he just die. Like maybe he’s killed protecting miles and he’s like “I’m sorry I was wrong” and then he dies. (I don’t want him to die because I love him and he deserves some chances but also like come on now)

I can’t wrap my head around Miguel being right as far as the multiverse goes. I feel like he’s partly right but something isn’t adding up. Miguel has to be getting his information from somewhere. And why would marvel admit to a multiverse with rules about innocent people who have to die because the story says so. While having Spider-Man the literal hero whos morals rest on being the friendly neighborhood hero and who helps the little guy at the center of this multiverse story. And we know Spider-Man isn’t just gonna let his people die right. SO LIKE WHATS THE PLAN???

I also know and agree with earth 42 miles being the prowler but not a bad guy. (I think they confirmed that) and this reminds of the fact that Miguel at one point said that there’s a world out there without a Spider-Man to save them but earth 42 miles did what he needed to do. He took care of his own okayyyy.

Also can we just talk about the fact that they’re admitting a spiderverse exists which admits to the Spider-Man heroes that they’re just stories. Which also just again points to the fact that we exist. Like is marvel ready for the heroes hypothetically to start asking “why does my life have to go this way?”

To top it all off. The third movie has at least three plots. First miles has to get away from or convince earth 42 miles to help him. Gwen and the others have to find miles. Then they gotta deal with Miguel in the mean time. And then also deal with spot. And figure out the truth behind the anomalies. That’s a lot of to do’s on the list.

With all of this in MY MIND IS BREAKING THINKING OF THESE POSSIBILITIES.

Anyways what are your thoughts? I hope I made sense. 🫡

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Something that’s definitely talked about a lot is being bigger sized. But growing up I didn’t see a lot of dark skinned women on media so unfortunately I hated being black. And I also happen to live in a southern area where everyone’s type is skinny and white. So I didn’t get any attention which technically I don’t need to know I’m good enough or pretty because of boys attention. But sometimes it’s nice right?

And then when I was 11 I was diagnosed with a chronic illness. Taking steroids and infusion medication which made me gain more weight. So there’s just something about being curvy, black, and chronically ill that as I get older now at 20 I wonder if I’ll ever get over that. I love fashion, buying clothes and actually wearing things that fit me. And seeing all these beautiful girls and they’re amazing outfits on social media really makes me happy. But every now and then I’m reminded by how lonely I am. Because even just at 20 it seems everyone around me is dating and or married. It has had some kind of relationship or situationship.

So I’m just saying all of that to say that I’m better than I was. I’m comfortable in my skin and I love my style. But some days I’m reminded of how lonely I am. Even at work my coworkers talk so happily about they’re husbands and boyfriends and how easy it is to be happy. And it feels like a slap to the face every time.

How badly I want someone. Someone to make me smile and laugh. Someone I can be unashamed with. Someone who brings me any flower even wild flowers because they know I just love flowers. Someone I can make lunch for and surprise on my days off. Someone who will surprise me with the best place to watch the stars because they know every time I get home late enough I take a moment to look at the night sky. Someone that will hold me when we argue to remind me that he doesn’t hate me. That it’s okay because I know it’ll never be perfect.

I just really feel like I got the bitter end of the deal sometimes. And now I have to start infusions again and who’s going to want to spend the rest of there life with a constantly sick girl. If they didn’t try to get close to me before they definitely won’t now.

Anyone relate?

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one of things I’ve learned that I wish my younger self knew is that being cool is overrated. and not in the way like “just be yourself that’s good enough” no.

we want to be cool because of how society treats cool people. and maybe because of how we treat cool people. but I’ve noticed that societies view of cool changes. everyday something is uncool. everyday something becomes cool. between music, style, movies, books, everything and everyone has a standard for cool. i tried for a LONG time to look cool. act cool. feel cool. i put so much time in effort into trying to fit in. and now looking back i just wish someone told me. being cool today is not the same as it was a year ago. so why bother trying to be “cool” when you have to keep changing to fit the rules of cool?

and I say all of that to say I think being cool is being happy. i think being cool is having fun. i think being cool is feeling good. i think being cool is being who you wished you were (or would become) when you were young. because all that matters about being cool is being yourself. so maybe it is in the way that being yourself is cool.

i say all of that and believe all that BUT acting on that is hard. some days I’m so happy just being me. and some days I wanna fit in again. so take it easy. don’t push yourself to be yourself and don’t push yourself to fit in cool standards.

You are cool because you’re you.

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Let me preface this by saying I just saw black panther 2 the Monday after thanksgiving. Usually we see all marvel movies opening night but I didn’t have the money to take my sister and our friend so we waited. I watched the trailers, thought I knew what was happening. I had heard that the villain was hot but from the trailers I don’t remember finding anyone super hot. So let me tell you what a surprise it was for me to walk in unprepared.

I’m only gonna say this ONCE. The power Namor has over me and my obsessions is ridiculous. First of all I should be stronger than this and second of all I am NOT apparently NOT stronger than this. Never before has the fluff tag had me in a chokehold UNTIL THIS MAN resurfaced from the water. Have I written any stories? What noooo (yes I have I’ve written four already) and you know what I’m not even mad.

Namor is the most beautiful hunk I’ve seen in my entire life and I am dying for more fluff. More tropes. More x readers more text post memes. I want more of him on my timeline in my LIFE. On a side note the water queen by tacotime on archive of our own has me also in a choke hold. It’s Shuri and Namor and typically I don’t read fanfics like that with preexisting characters as the main characters (because I’m selfish and I wanna imagine myself in the story) but IT IS THE MOST BEAUTIFULLY WRITTEN STORY IVE READ IN A LONG TIME. And I’m from the era of 2016 WATTPAD where in the marvel stories Clint hid in the vents and Thor would fight anyone for the last pop tart. Which in my opinion is the best era of fanfiction. So when I say run to archive of our own I MEAN RUN.

Anyways uh black panther was like 10/10 totally recommend great movie. And other than Namor who totally ruined me I love how we unpacked apart of Shuri I didn’t know I needed. Beautifully done.

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Southern United States. Snow White with the red hair 😚 second favorite to this day

That post about death note being "everyone's first anime" (untrue statement) made me curious and now I want to gather data for science

Can you reblog this and tell me where are you from and what was your starter anime?

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"There's no way y/n is your girlfriend!" Eddie Munson x reader

!!Stranger Things Season 4 Part 2 Spoilers. Read at your own risk!!

Summary: 1986 was Eddie's year. Eddie Munson graduated on May 8th of 1986. Max never fell asleep and Eleven discovered her strength without Mike's help. The world is free of Vecna and dark secrets. Hawkin's Indiana is joined again by the Byers. And the town is cleansed of its darkness. Still, Eddie is labeled a liar as Lucas denies the fact that Eddie has a girlfriend. However, he especially doesn't believe it when Eddie claims he's dating you. His ex-babysitter plus medical records clerk who loves butterflies, lavender flowers, and stuffed crust pizza. The one girl in Hawkin's who's never touched a weed blunt in her entire life.

Warnings? None. Except for Eddie's beautiful eyes.

Pairings: Eddie

Notes: lowkey forgot nancy and robin exist in this one. sorry guyssss

No one believed Eddie. Eddie didn’t exactly have the truthful kind of reputation. The entire town still believed he was in fact a murderer.

It was only because of hopper and his girlfriend y/n that he was free.

But now. Here he was again. Being titled a liar.

“I’m just saying man,” Lucas waved his hands, “there’s no way y/n is your girlfriend! She’s like preppy and all 'i care about everyone' and you’re not. Her favorite animal is a butterfly!” Lucas snickered.

From beside him, Max shoved his side, “What!” He asked causing her to glare at him, “sorry babe I mean come on… look at her.”

He wasn’t exactly wrong. The picture of you and Eddie was undeniable but it looked staged. It was from graduation a few months ago. 7 months to be exact.

You were holding both of your hats in one hand, his hands holding both of your diplomas. To Eddie you looked downright gorgeous wearing a fitted cream and rose covered dress with ruffles that flared at your knees.

Your navy gown covered the top of the dress but the straps were think and ruffled too.

You leaned over your lips barely touching his cheek as you grinned wildly. From this angel you looked up your eyes content with staring at the corner of his eyes.

Eddie kept this picture in his wallet. It was the only one he bothered keeping knowing how much you loved pictures. You kept almost all of the pictures you guys had together and he didn’t mind. He knew it was your way of remembering.

“Come on man, she’s obviously real, don’t hate on Eddie now,” Dustin rolled his eyes attempting to back Eddie up.

Dustin turned to apologize to Eddie only to see him grinning.

Even Steve was confused. “Bro, you good?” Steve questioned causing Eddie to chuckle.

“Oh man you guys are gonna be begging for my forgiveness,” he slowly stands with a stretch.

“What? Why?” Mike questions from the booth behind the group. El was seated in front of him eagerly sipping on her vanilla shake.

Eddie fully stood now grabbing the grocery bag with the diners logo printed on it, “why do you think I didn’t eat with you hooligans? I’m bringing y/n lunch. It was just gonna be us so why don’t you come along?” He offered.

The curiosity on there faces was humorous. Without waiting on a response he began making his way towards the door.

Lucas stood up quickly, causing Dustin to turn to him, “I thought you said you didn’t believe, him?” He stated.

Causing Lucas to chuckle, “I don’t but I do wanna see Eddie embarrass himself,” he left the booth with Max behind him.

“You just don’t believe Eddie because you won’t admit Eddie is good at flirting,” Max slipped out taking the lead in front of Lucas.

Lucas scoffed while holding the door open, “He’s not that good at flirting,” and the two of them left.

The others realizing the time was short followed them too, Mike shaking his head, “There’s no way Eddie ended up with her. He deserves better,” he snickered holding El’s hand.

Steve rolled his eyes, “And so does el,” he whispered causing Will to chuckle. Having heard the older boy.

Everyone exited the diner.

Eddie walked down the street eager to see you. He knew he was coming a little early but he wanted to watch you work too. He was thankful the diner was only a few blocks away.

The building titled Family Clinic made Eddie stop. He entered the building Lucas caught up enough to hold the door for the others.

The lobby was spread out. On one end were windows covered in shades. On the other end was a glass sitting on top of a desk. On either side of the desk were two doors where the nurses normally called out for patients.

On one side of the front desk, a couple exited the clinic. They waved at you as you threw over your shoulder, “Have a good one,” with a wave.

Eddie didn’t bother to announce his presence just yet. The receptionist waved at him but said nothing knowing what he liked to do.

He nodded a greeting to the older woman and took a seat in his favorite chair you perfectly seated in his view.

“That means nothing,” Lucas scoffed as he sat next to Eddie.

Eddie didn’t even bother to reply. His eyes only on you.

Your morning was long. So long in fact that you asked off for the afternoon. You worked hard, your title as the Front Desk Coordinator giving you access to all kinds of duties. But you didn’t mind. You learned a lot. And you were thankful for the opportunity you received after your freshmen year in high school. A friend of your father's needed help so at 15 you started working.

Your mother and father divorced when you were 14. You’d seen it coming a mile away. With your father’s desperation for respect and order and your mother's anxious and loud personality, it was a miracle to you that they stayed together so long. Your mom moved to Mississippi with a teaching position. And your father finished raising you both in Hawkins. You could tell he was adamant for more and he was meant for more.

So you and your sister stayed in Hawkins when your father moved to New York for a job opportunity. You were old enough and eager to make decisions. So you remained in Hawkins with Eddie. Your sister loved her home and her friends. So with the promise to visit her father twice a year, she stayed with you. Your mother visited when you moved into your new place for a week. She had yet to meet Eddie but was eager to meet him the next time she visited. Which you hoped was soon.

Your hard working skills were the only reason they allowed you freedom. You worked hard. And they trusted that. But you were also a family friend. Which made it ten times easier to trust you.

In front of you was a stack of sealed envelopes. The patients from the year before who needed their yearly appointments were about to get a letter with the date and time of appointment.

You’d called almost everyone on your list to verbally give the appointment to as many as you could.

There were two patients left. But you decided to quit. Knowing they’d get a letter anyways. The clock turned from 12:59 to 1:00 and you stood up. You we’re thankful it was Thursday your last workday of the week.

You stood up, “Alright miss Jackson I’m gonna go. I’ll see you Monday.”

She responded, “Have a good weekend."

You didn’t bring much, so you fixed up your paperwork. It sat neatly on your shelves. You then set the envelopes in the basket, grabbed your purse, and exited the front desk door.

You sighed holding back a yawn as you recognized what you thought to be patients. However a familiar leather jacket caught your eye.

Eddie stood up just as you recognized him.

The biggest smile the others have ever seen stretched across your face as you ran towards him.

“Eddie!!” You exclaimed your heart pumping as you embraced him. The familiar smell of peppermint filled your nose as you inhaled his scent.

He chuckled, lifting you up into a hug, “hey baby,” he responded his face falling into the space of your neck.

You sighed. The stress of the day washing away. As he set you down you took a moment to admire him. His skin was soft under your hands, you held his face between your fingertips your eyes gazing into his brown ones. His cheeks moved under your hands giggling at your attention.

He shyly looked down away from your gaze as you softly smiled content in this moment.

Someone cleared there throat from behind you, “I finished that paperwork for, oh-,” Dr. Jones stopped himself at seeing you both.

Since graduation Eddie hadn’t changed very much. Dr Jones knew of your relationship with the town 'freak' but never considered it his business.

Now though. Seeing how lovingly Eddie held onto you. How even though Eddie wasn’t looking into your eyes he was still looking at you. With nothing but heart eyes.

Dr Jones grinned. He knew his friend Samuel your father didn’t like Eddie at first glance. But seeing how well he took care of you and how happy you were to see him probably fixed that right up.

You turned to face your boss, your hands dropping to tug on Eddie’s as you stepped forward, “yes sir?” You asked gripping Eddie’s right hand tighter behind you.

He squeezed to let you know he was still there.

Dr bones shook his head, “I was just gonna say I signed your paperwork. It’ll be on your desk when you return Monday, hi Eddie,” he waved to your boyfriend.

Eddie tilted his head in acknowledgment, “Hello Dr. Jones. Good to see you,” he waved with his free hand.

You smiled the interaction enough to make you warm, “I’ll open Monday morning just so I can fax those for you,” you stated causing him to nod.

“I’d stop you, but you’d do it anyways,” he called out as he stepped back into the office.

Now the foyer was empty. Save for the others.

“Hey guys,” you smiled waving at the kids and Steve and Jonathan, now you turned to Eddie pulling him towards the door for outside, “come on I’m hungry.”

Dustin snickered, causing Lucas to lick his lips his mouth dry from keeping it open, “that doesn’t mean anything! He could be paying her,” he defended himself before racing after the couple.

Steve shook his head, “he’s gonna be even more embarrassed once he realizes how obviously they’re in love,” he rubbed the area between his eyebrows a tired look in his eyes.

Max laughed, “more fun for me,” before following her boyfriend.

El paused confusion on her face, “Why is it hard for him to see? They’ve been dating for two years now,” she followed slowly after Mike.

Mike paused, “Wait. What?” He turned slowly to face her.

El nodded, “Y/n had dad run a background check on him when he asked her out and then she also helped to free Eddie from the charges against him,” she stated nonchalantly as she passed Mike.

Steve and Jonathan knew what she meant, and Dustin already knew the story. He’d been third wheeling you guys since he was a freshman. He never hated it. In fact, he loved to see you and Eddie happy and even invited himself on many of your dates.

Eddie never tried keeping you a secret. And you never tried keeping him a secret. The dynamics in your relationship just allowed that to happen. You weren't very big on PDA. You had your different interests in high school and with the world falling apart in '85 there were plenty of opportunities for you both to be distracted. Dustin also knew your relationship was intimate for a reason which is why he and the others decided to allow you guys peace. They didn't talk about your relationship outside of those who knew.

You and Eddie were grateful they didn't.

Lucas was walking fast beside Eddie. You were leaned into his right side your fingers clasped together.

“No because this doesn’t make sense! You guys were never making out in the hallways we never saw you guys together!! And first of all why does Eddie only have one picture of you??” Lucas spoke rapidly attempting to make sense of the situation.

You could only find this funny. Your box braids fell over your shoulder as Lucas finally whispered, “and how did I not know Eddie liked chocolate??” It seemed as if his entire life was falling apart with that last question.

You choked on your spit, the laughter falling from your lips causing you to stop walking. Your stomach hurt as you leaned forward, wheezing with laughter.

Eddie was embarrassed. “Dude come on, I liked all ladies!” He attempted to assure, “but y/n is the one for me,” he added as you attempted to pull yourself together.

“HAHA LUCAS you should have seen your face,” you couldn’t catch your breathe, “please!! It was so… so so funny. It looks like you don’t know what’s right and wrong or what’s black and white anymore,” You choked as you fell to a crouch holding your stomach.

Now Lucas was embarrassed. “Can you blame me?? The guy I looked up to for at least the first few months of highschool has secretly been dating my old babysitter. I mean come on it’s like I’ve been lied to!! I didn’t even know Eddie was your type,” he whined at the end defending himself.

Eddie snorted at that. “Don’t worry Sinclair I wasn’t. You can imagine my surprise when I got a letter in the mail saying someone was looking into my back ground history,” Eddie slung his hand around you now as you stood.

You shrugged, “Can you blame me? The only thing I knew about you was that you sold drugs to students. But babe you know I already admired you,” you added as leaned back into his side.

Lucas was even more confused. “Wait if he wasn’t your type…. Why did you admire him?” He asked putting the pieces together. The others had joined them also eager to hear the story.

Eddie turned you wondering what you would say.

You stared at him as you spoke, “two things. First, he was so passionate and straightforward about who he was,” Eddie smiled at you, “He didn’t dare change to fit into society's idea of a man. And when he was threatened by others he continued being himself without harming or putting others at risk,” you looked down as if remembering something. You looked back up, catching his eyes that were now concerned, “and second his eyes. They were the most beautiful, soft, and life-filled eyes I’ve seen in my entire life. I knew there was nothing dangerous behind those eyes even before I did that background check. I just did that so my dad wouldn’t second guess me,” you cleared your throat. Your dad had a habit of pulling the 'I'm best friends with the police chief' card at any boy who could inconvenience you.

Eddie leaned forward his arms wrapping around you as he hugged you.

He pulled back your body turning to face the others as he pulled you close again tucking you into him.

The others minus Mike were staring at you both in awe. (mike what an ahole) It was as if they’d seen real love. For the first time. And they had.

Eddie smiled, “That was nothing. You should see the letters she writes me, I never knew someone could be so beautiful in words,” he leaned closer to you whispering the last bit as he kissed your cheek.

Your cheeks burned. They were warm to the touch. And the others could even see your skin shift to a soft pink your cheeks and nose darkening at their gazes.

Max sighed, “Wow.”

Lucas shook his head, “Wait. How did you get the police to let you see his records? I didn’t even know civilians could run background checks,” he looked between the both of you now.

Jonathan sighed, “Hopper did it for her, Lucas.” He was bored of the back and forth, a part of him wondering why you didn't just explain everything from the top. Including your role in the fight.

Lucas was even more confused. Ever since you stopped babysitting them when they turned 14 he’d stopped keeping up with you. He realized now that was mostly his fault as Dustin had easily kept up with you.

The eyes moved from Jonathan to you waiting on an explanation.

You sighed, “You see when I was a kid I wanted to be a detective. Hopper and my dad were friends so Hopper would let me solve cases that were already solved with the evidence they started off with. Since we didn’t have too many cases in our town he let me branch into other cases in other towns. I got really good and before I knew it I was ten and eleven figuring out the cases before the officers did," you smiled fondly at the memory, "When I became a freshman my uncle needed my help with the clinic he owns so I quit my dream to become a medical records clerk. So I started working there when I was about 15. Because hopper and I worked together when I was younger I built a connection and voila any guy I was interested in whether I liked it or not had a background check run on them. So when I was old enough to date I decided to go ahead and do it on my own.” You sucked in a breath long-winded.

Max’s eyes widened, “woah. That’s so cool. I thought you could only have one career,” she mumbled in thought.

You shook your head, “some people think that way, but I think you have enough time to try it all,” you finished with a smile.

Mike spoke up next, “So wait El says you got Eddie’s charges dropped how’d that happen?” He asked now.

No one really knew what made the charges drop. Not even Eddie. All the town knew was that Eddie wasn’t guilty.

Only you and Hopper carried the truth on your shoulders.

You didn’t feel comfortable answering that question in public, “why don’t you guys come by Eddie and I place tonight for dinner?” You asked holding the basket closely in your hands. The envelopes shifted with the weight reminding you that you needed to take them to the post office.

“WAIT. YOU and EDDIE LIVE TOGETHER??”

Lucas was clearly distraught.

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okay. since xmen and stranger things are lowkey similar and in the same decade.... why is no one writing about it. like I'm just saying wouldn't it be cool to have Charles Xavier input on this fight. or imagine El meeting Peter maximoff. i'm just saying. not all crossovers can be done right but some of them can be. in fact where are all the stranger things crossovers. like even just for fun my dudes.

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everybody’s talkin’ up a storm (act like they don’t notice)

summary: The one where the boys don’t know that Eddie Munson is dating the pretty assistant librarian that always helps them out. Dustin has a crush on her. Mike thinks it’s fake. Erica just wants to get home to watch Thundercats. 

“Uh, Eddie?” Lucas started, voice small. “Do you have someone over?” 

Eddie blinked. “Uh. Just my girlfriend,” he said flippantly, tossing himself onto the sofa and taking a slow drag of his cigarette. “Keep it down for a while, would ya? She had a long night.” 

There was silence. 

“Your what?”

warnings: none! wholesome fluff here lmao. a lot of d&d references – curse of strahd is a banger

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