EDDIE MUNSON + HANDS Stranger Things 4 (2022)

y/n: tonight, one of you will betray us.

Rick: is it me, y/n?

y/n: no, it’s not you.

Daryl: is it me, y/n?

y/n, shaking their head: it’s not you either.

Spencer: is it me, y/n?

y/n:

y/n, mocking him: “iS iT mE, y/N?”

This is one of my favorites so far❤️🥺

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Oooh okay so Tobey!Peter, we already know that he’s the sweetest boy. The two of you have been sweethearts since High School, spending all day together. The two of you used to sit with your heads knocked together on the school bus, Peter’s fingers trembling as they brushed over yours, turning the page of the newest Science journal. Or partnered up together in lessons, where Peter spends the whole hour with his head resting on his palm with that fond, faraway look in his eyes as he watches you. He constantly gets told off for allowing the beaker to explode, though, and he apologises to you profusely when you have to stay behind during lunch and wipe the goo of the tables. You just start laughing, and in the end he joins in with his own nervous giggles as you walk over and rest your forehead on his shoulder.

And he swears he can feel his heart explode. He stills, trying not to jostle you, but he fears you can tell how he can barely breathe. He awkwardly wraps an arm around your waist, thumb sort of hovering over your shirt in fear that he’s stepping too far. And it’s the most magical feeling he’s ever had, that ecstatic bliss that burns through his chest and sets every nerve of his being on fire. 

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Metal Family - Dee x Reader:

She Fuckin’ Hates Me

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Summary: y/n and Dee never got along. Both were highly intelligent and competitive students. They always seemed to butt heads, but what neither knew was that they both secretly admired the other's traits, that they simply didn't have. It takes time for them to realise they're more similar than they thought. Dee x Reader

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Y/n and Dee were at each other's throats, as per usual. Y/n got riled up easily, while Dee kept his witty, sarcastic remarks cool and collected. That's not to say he wasn't thoroughly annoyed - one more word and y/n knew he'd have a mini outburst, as aggravated people tend to do.

They both knew just how to push each other's buttons, and what the sure signs of victory were, knowing what got under the other's skin.

Anyone would tell you that the two were polar opposites. They would tell you that, past their common academic goals, the two had nothing in common. This wasn't true. They actually had many common interests, but neither ever paid enough attention to notice this, and everyone else only cared about the verbal battles rather than a possible make-up.

Y/n was high-strung and constantly stressed, Dee was calm, stoic, and collected. While Dee had a deep appreciation for art and music, he couldn't make them himself for shit, but to y/n, the arts came naturally as they often sketched and wrote music, playing in their band.

Y/n wanted Dee's ability to keep his cool, to not give a fuck about what people are saying, but not take shit all the same.

Dee wanted y/n's artistic skill, wanted to play instruments and read and write music, wanted to sketch and draw whatever came to mind.

In short, they were jealous of each other, and every time one of them bested each other in their common skill - knowledge, and academics - they took it hard, and personally, only fuelling their war.

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All lesson, y/n and Dee had been fighting for the top spot in class, trying to answer more questions than the other, and trying to finish their work the quickest.

Their teacher was not dumb, and although he encouraged friendly competition, their rivalry had gotten out of hand.

That's right. It was partner project time!

When the teacher had announced a partner project, both were annoyed before they even knew the worst of it. Partner projects were annoying because it meant that they had to rely on someone else to help them get the grade they deserve, or end up doing twice the usual work alone.

It was then that the pre-chosen partners started to be announced... they listened and waited patiently for their names to be called.

It didn't take long for the outrage to settle in once their names were called together.

"Sir! You can't pair me with them!" Dee all but screamed across the room.

"The first and last time I'll ever say this, but I agree! We cannot work together!" Y/n hurriedly chimed in.

They teacher stopped reading off his list, anticipating this sort of reaction. "And why not?"

Dee sputtered for a minute with no good reason other than he didn't like them. It was times like this that y/n's stubborn and argumentative nature came in really handy.

"If you pair us together then our attitudes will clash and we won't be able to get anything done! If you pair with someone we're more compatible with, we're more likely to get better grades." Y/n shot back, fully expecting their argument to win.

They were, however, wrong. "Yes, but my prime goal is to prepare you for the real world. Sometimes you'll get paired with someone you don't like, and you'll have to make the best of it." Their teacher spoke carefully, words already prepared for their backlash. "Besides, you're both very bright students, I'm sure you have nothing to worry about. Now no more on the subject."

Y/n and Dee glared at their teacher one more time before finally giving up and stewing with rage in their seats.

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When the lesson ended, Dee reluctantly went over to y/n. "Do you want study at your place or mine?"

Y/n eyed him cautiously. "Who says we have to study at either? We can always study in the library."

"No, because the library closes sooner, giving us less time. Not to mention, we'd probably get kicked out for screaming at each other after five minutes of work."

He had a point.

"Fine. We'll go to my place after school, meet me outside."

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A/N: ok, I wasn't planning to, but I'm going to make this a two-parter, because it's already longer than I expected. Let me know what you think, and feel free to request!

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Every Part of You

Pairing - Grumpy!Bucky Barnes x Sunshine!Reader A.N. - Alright, I've been asked to write about Bucky and Sunshine's first time many, many times. And the thing is, like sure, I could write that, but also I want us to take a moment to consider trying to build up to that. There's so many firsts buried in there that I think need to be navigated through before they even get there. This is one of those firsts. Like the first time you see Bucky's shoulder.

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"You're just- " You stop speaking, searching for his lips again. Though you're breathless, you can't bring yourself to pull away from him, "You're so pretty."

You shudder as you feel his hand slip under your sweater. The occasional graze of the cool metal on your skin enough to send shivers down your spine.

His lips trail down, nipping at your jaw, "I'm not pretty."

Your hands, winded in the hair at the nape of his neck, glide down his neck, to clutch the fabric of his henley. The moment he feels your fingers toy with the collar of his shirt, his heart hammers against his ribcage. Not in the sort of way that he usually feels in these moments with you. He feels a sense of dread, of panic. It wraps around his spine like a python. It feels like he can't breathe.

"You're so -"

He wrenches away from you, his chest heaving, "Stop, stop, stop."

You freeze, immediately dropping your hands. Panic starts creeping up your throat, coating your words. "Did I - did I do something wrong?"

He gulps, silently shaking his head. It takes him a moment to regain his composure, to regain the ability to speak clearly, "No, no, you're - you're perfect."

Guilt starts to eat at him. He can see you doing your very best to keep your own feelings off your face. He can see the sting of his rejection in the way your lips press together in a tight line. The embarrassment in the pallor of your once flushed cheeks.

You two have worked so hard to overcome your own personal issues and traumas, to build trust in each other, moments like these hadn't come easy. And he so callously pushed you away, it makes him feel worse. And what makes his heart ache even more, he sees nothing but concern for him shining in your eyes. You just look so worried for him.

Your hands rest in your lap. You twist and untwist your fingers. "If you don't want to, we don't - we don't have to do anything. I'm really sorry -"

"No, no, please don't be sorry." He reaches for you, gently squeezing your hand. It soothes him as much as it does you. "I want to. You don't know how much I want to."

"But?"

His eyes squeeze shut. He can't bring himself to meet your eyes. "You haven't seen it before - my arm, my shoulder."

"Oh."

He drops your hand. That feeling takes over him again. It feels like there's not enough air in the room. He slides away from you, closer to the edge of the tiny couch in your apartment. "It's - I am not pretty."

It breaks your heart, watching him pull away from you. You can only imagine how many people have turned away from him before. "James..."

He fervently shakes his head, refusing to open his eyes, "No, no, I know what you're gonna say, but it's bad. A lot worse than you're thinking."

"How do you know what I'm thinking?"

"It's bad," he insists. "I see it every day and I can barely - it's just bad, okay?"

You take his hand, squeezing it tightly. "It's okay if you don't want me to see it. I understand."

He finally opens his eyes again as his eyebrows pull together. He still doesn't meet your eye. "No, no, I want to - I trust you with this, I do. I just - I want you to be prepared."

In that moment, you realize that it's not really about preparing you. Not at all.

He thinks you're going to react badly. He thinks that this will make you turn away from him for the first time ever. He's worried that the love and adoration in your eyes will turn to disgust and repulsion.

It's less about preparing you for the scarred flesh, and more about warning you that he couldn't take a bad reaction. He's not sure he could take it if you turned away from him too.

"I love you," you promise him. "There's nothing that you could show me that would change that. I hope you know that."

There is no response to that. And you know that he won't believe it until he sees it. It takes him a moment. His hand toys with the hem of his shirt. His hand grips the hem, only to let it go.

"I love you," you remind him.

He takes a large gulp of air, pulling off his shirt with one quick movement.

You weren't really sure what you were expecting. You knew the story. You knew how Bucky lost his arm. He even confided the bits and pieces he remembered from getting his vibranium arm.

Your eyes trail over his skin. The shoulder is scarred, scars jut in every direction. Each scar is etched into his skin. It's clear it was a painful, violent experience for him. The metal plate protrudes from the scar tissue in a way that you're sure was painful when first placed. You look on with curiosity, you're not really sure how this, a sign of survival, a badge of resilience, could ever make anyone turn away from him.

He's as breathtaking as you could ever imagine.

Your eyes flicker up at him. He looks at the blank wall of your apartment, scared to watch your facial expressions as you take it in. "Can I?"

He nods, barely able to look you in the eyes. He sucks in a breath when your fingers make contact with the scar tissue surrounding the metal plate.

You immediately pull your fingers back, worried you've accidentally hurt him. "Does it hurt?"

"No," he answers reflexively.

You know he's lying. "I've seen you holding your shoulder before - holding it like it hurts."

"Sometimes," he amends. "The doctor said there's a lot of nerve damage. Things they can't fix."

"Does it hurt now?"

"No."

You run your hand over the plate, over his scars, down to his shoulder blade.

"Still think I'm pretty?" he sarcastically remarks.

You press a gentle kiss to his bare shoulder. "I'll always think you're pretty. Every part of you."

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"Always Bella II" - Jacob Black x Reader

Summary: Jacob x reader angst. Bella always comes first. I'm going to hurt your feelings so if you don't want that please don't read this. Part Two to " Always Bella " There will be a part three.

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My bed was achingly cold. In fact, my entire being has been achingly cold since that day Jacob disappeared, leaving me in the rain with Bella Swan.

Even worse, Jacob had been radio silent ever since. What I thought would jumpstart our contact again seemed to only push us further apart.

"Leave me alone, (Y/N)."

"Jacob." I begged. "Jake, please."

"No, I have nothing left to say. I don't want you in my life anymore." His cold voice cut through the phone before he abruptly hung up.

That phone call echoed in my brain daily, it haunted my nightmares.

The one person I could always count on was gone, it seemed he was no longer the person I fell in love with.

Jacob was no longer my sunshine, my rock. He was angry, he was cold.

Nothing felt real anymore. I didn't feel real anymore, I had nobody to turn to. Bella tried to speak to me, but I had nothing to say. I blamed her for everything going on between Jake and I, or lack thereof.

I haven't been to First Beach nearly as much as I used to, it hurt too much.

It hurt too much to be there. The memories of Jacob and I played through my head, ringing through my ears. Tears pricked my eyes as I heard his laughter echo the walls of my brain, burning a pit into my stomach. I was sick at the thought of him.

Empathetic looks from Sam, Quil, and Embry plagued my vision when I went. I couldn't even be bothered with them, though.

They didn't tell me shit.

No matter how many times I asked, they wouldn't give me anything. I needed to know what was going on with Jacob.

I needed to know why I felt like I was dying. Like every fiber of my being was falling apart.

I felt like a hole was ripped right through my chest.

Why did it hurt this bad?

It felt as if I couldn't breathe anymore. It were as if someone was sitting on my chest, holding my head underwater.

This pain was unimaginable. Losing Jacob hurt, the pain was only getting worse-- and more physical as time went on.

It wasn't this bad before I saw him in person.

When he first disappeared, it hurt-- but not like this.

No, this was pure pain. Ever since our eyes met that day in the rain, it felt as if my soul was ripped right from my chest, set ablaze in front of my very own eyes.

Nothing was the same without Jacob. He was everywhere I looked. Finding a few shirts or hoodies of his in my room was pure pain. Music hurt too much, I couldn't look at my shitbox car any longer. The countless memories of us spending hours working on it, screwing around and having way too much fun trying to fix the old vehicle swirled throughout my thoughts.

It was all too much, everything was physical pain. I felt myself slipping into a dangerously low place, but I couldn't really explain why I was so effected by this.

Yes, I was in love with him, but this was abnormal. A pain like this wasn't normal, it almost didn't feel real.

Life had lost it's color without Jacob Black. The sun was no longer shining, no longer bringing me warmth.

I was empty, I was cold. Nothing could bring me the warmth I needed to continue; nothing could fix the sharp, aching pain I felt in my chest.

Except maybe Jacob.

I felt it in my lungs with every breath.

Dark circles clung to the underneath of my eyes, I felt myself growing weaker every day. The pain radiated through my aching soul every day.

Why was I hurting like this? How was this even possible?

I stared at the screen of my phone, observing all the texts I've sent to Jacob the last few weeks, all unanswered. All of the times I tried to call him, also with no answer.

I hadn't tried in a week, the feeling of rejection taking over my entire body. I didn't understand why, but Jacob truly hated me now. He no longer felt connected to me, there was nothing left between us.

I laid in my bed for what felt like days.

To be fair, it was probably days.

I stared at the beams of light peaking through my curtains, dancing among the comforter laying upon my freezing cold body.

This comforter provided me with no warmth. Nothing could warm me any longer. The way I felt was indescribable.

Something in me burned. I yearned to see him, I felt this pull. I needed to find him.

I grabbed the keys to my car, threw a sweater on and made my way over to First Beach for the first time in what felt like ages.

The drive was a blur, no music played through my speakers. No amount of heat that blasted through the vents brought me comfort, it felt as if my fingertips were going to freeze off. It felt like the hole in my chest was only growing larger, bringing me deeper into this pit of despair.

I stepped out of my car, walking towards the bodies I saw in the distance. Embry and Quil sat on a log, chatting in front of an unlit bonfire; as you guessed it-- two empathetic looks flashed my way before they quickly contorted to looks of concern.

I shook off their looks, my cold cheeks and dreary eyes peering around to find who I looked for. I watched as Quil's eyes darted left before quickly returning to my gaze.

I turned my attention to where he looked and saw Jacob.

But he was with Bella. Though he looked disheveled, he still had enough strength to see her.

I watched as she pulled him in for a hug. The way he held her in his arms instantly made me sick.

I felt the air leave my lungs as the pain in my chest only intensified. It felt as if someone punched my in the gut.

I watched as his shoulders rose and fell, seemingly out of breath.

It didn't matter, though. He was with her.

No matter what made him as distressed as he had become, Bella was still around even if he cut me off with no explanation. He couldn't have me in his life but he would always keep her around.

I couldn't even cry, all my tears were gone. I had to tear my eyes from the sight as I felt whatever was left of my soul leave my body yet again. My knees practically gave out from under me at the sight, making my turn around very clumsy.

My vision grew cloudy as I walked back to my car. Black spots taking over my vision as I sat in the driver's seat. I laid my head on the steering wheel, holding onto it to ground myself.

It's always Bella.

Every time, he chooses her.

My knuckles where white from gripping the wheel so hard. I tried to make myself breathe, but it wasn't working as the pain in my chest was only getting worse. I felt my consciousness slipping as I grew weaker.

"It's always Bella." I exhaled as I felt myself grow limp, succumbing to the darkness that plagued my vision.

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"Always Bella" - Jacob Black x Reader

Summary: Summary: Jacob x reader angst. Bella always comes first. I'm going to hurt your feelings so if you don't want that please don't read this.

Part One / Part Two / Part Three

Weeks.

It had been weeks since I had heard from my best friend Jacob. Our friendship had felt a bit different since Bella Swan had moved back to Forks, however he had never ignored me like this.

How did we go from spending every waking moment together to this?

No answers to my phone calls, texts, or knocks at his door.

I felt my face contort with pain as I think about all the laughs we shared, staying up in his garage until 3 am working on his rabbit, just the two of us. Embry and Quil stopping by to poke fun... until Bella came back to town.

Now it was us... and Bella. Or just him and Bella while I sat on my couch on our usual pizza nights.

Jacob and I progressively spent less time together one on one. I was watching my best friend follow this girl around like a lost puppy, willing to do anything for her, though she was not willing to do the same.

Jacob was like the sun, to anyone he blessed with his presence. Now, it seemed to be that he was Bella's sunshine, no longer able to warm my life. Though, she seemed to be a cloud of darkness that rained over his head daily; I couldn't understand why it was her.

Why not me?

It was always Bella.

Though, eventually Jake disappeared, too. He joined in with Sam, Paul, Embry, and Jared. Despite always making fun of them, he disappeared completely to hang out with them.

So when Bella Swan called me to see if I had heard from Jacob recently, I was both shocked and relieved to know that he abandoned her, too.

"Please, (Y/N)... We need to go see him." She begs through the phone. "What if he's not okay?"

The thought of Jacob not being okay was enough to send my stomach into the deepest pit of pain.

As much as he was killing me, I couldn't stand the thought of him in pain. The fact that he was being a dick to Bella too was comforting in some sick way.

"Alright." I mutter into the phone. "I'll see you when you get here."

I quickly hung the phone up and put my shoes on, awaiting the rumbles of Bella's old truck.

The shaking of my leg was interrupted momentarily as her truck pulled in front of my house. I stood up and made my way over to the orange, rusting vehicle.

"Hey." She murmured.

"Hi." I spoke softly, leaning my head against the window.

Bella wasn't stupid, she knew how I felt for Jacob.

She knew of the riff she caused between us.

She always looked at me with a sympathetic look, though I know she didn't truly care for how much it hurt.

Overall, it sucked for me. However, I cared more for how much she was hurting Jacob.

I knew as soon as Edward came back, she would once again put Jacob right back in his place. Back where he really belonged for Bella.

Jacob was a distraction, he was a place holder. He was just another person to pick up the pieces of Bella Swan. And she knew that. But to Jacob, she was everything.

It hurt to watch him pine so hard over someone who would never return that affection.

I felt his pain.

The abrupt stop and screeching of Bella's brakes was enough to pull me back down to reality. I looked out of the window to see the rain slide down, leaving trails of water behind.

That's when I saw him.

Jacob.

He easily grew a foot, his hair no longer long like I enjoyed. A tattoo on his now buff arm, steam radiating from his skin in the rain.

"What the fuck..." I mutter to myself.

The slamming shut of Bella's door shook me, bringing me back to reality once again. I struggled to find the door handle, trying to catch up to her walking over to Jacob. I quickly managed to get out of the truck, almost running to catch up.

"Bella go home. I don't want you here." He scolds, refusing to meet her gaze. I had to hold back a smile as I heard his words, as I didn't need to be openly appreciative of his coldness towards the girl.

"No, what happened to you?" She demands, walking closer to him.

"No. I don't want to see you." He huffs.

"Please, look at me." She pleads, pushing a hand onto his chest.

"Jake..." I whisper to myself, still trying to take everything in.

His eyes finally met hers and his face contorted to one of disappointment. Like he was waiting for something that would never come.

"Go home Bella." He says once again, shaking her off and pushing forward.

"Jacob, please." I whisper, my hand grazing his feverish arm.

"(Y/N)... please don't do this." He turns to look at me with a somber, sympathetic face.

"Do what?" I ask with a shaky voice, finally tearing my eyes from his entirely different physique to his chestnut brown eyes.

His face fell into one of tranquility, his clouded eyes in a complete daze as they stared into mine. The tenseness that was once in his body left, his shoulders and jaw falling slack. I suddenly felt a strong pull to Jacob, one stronger than before, somehow. Looking into Jake's eyes felt like most intense peace I have ever felt.

"Jacob?" Bella's wavering voice chimed.

Jacob's gaze finally left mine, turning to Bella disappointedly.

"I can't believe this..." He murmurs.

"Believe what? What just happened Jacob?" I ask, a pit forming in my stomach once again.

"It wasn't supposed to be like this." He huffs, turning back to me sympathetically. "I'm sorry, (Y/N). I can't do this. I don't want to see you ever again."

His words cut like knives, I felt the world around me spin, all the air left my body.

"What?" I whisper as tears prick my eyes.

"Jacob, what happened to you?" Bella asks, anger framing her face.

"Why don't you ask those filthy bloodsuckers you love so much?" He spits, before turning back to me, shaking his head in disappointment.

Bella was taken aback, as was I.

What does that even mean? Filthy bloodsuckers?

"Goodbye, don't come back again." He warns.

And just like that, he ran off into the woods to meet up with Embry, Sam, Paul, and Jared.

Leaving me confused, hurt, and stuck in the rain with Bella Swan.

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Might do a part two, what do you think?

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