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Heyy x3 I dont really know if you are comfortable with this so its ok if you dont want to write anything like this but anyway. I suffer from tourettes and would like to See an eddie x reader with tourettes fic. Like they are New at hawkins and of course the freak because of the tics (like head jerking etc) but eddie is instantly in love or something like that? Thank you So much :) <3

eddie x reader with tics

warnings: reader has a condition that makes them tic, reader is bullied, reader goes through anxiety during school, self-degrading thoughts

hi love, thank you for being my first request ever!!! i personally don’t have tourettes, and i don’t want to portray it in the wrong way, so i’m going to write this but generalize the reader with having any tic condition!! i only get minor anxiety-induced tics so if anything is wrong, please feel free to correct me!! again, i mean no harm or offense with this fic if anything comes off wrong!! hope this is close to what you were looking for <333

Hawkins High. A new school. A fresh start.

Or so you thought.

You escaped your previous school having had a tight-knit friend circle that always made you feel safe. Arriving to this new territory, you were completely alone. Vulnerable. The thought of having nobody sent a shiver down your spine.

Your anxiety spiked the second you took your first step into the threshold of the building. I’ve entered the gates of Hell, you thought to yourself. And with every glance around the packed hallways you proved that thought to be true. Demons scurried around the corridor in the shape of girls in bright green and white cheerleading outfits. Fire erupted with every glare from cliques of gossiping students loitering about the lockers. A crumpled up slip of paper with your locker number and combination was held in your fist, fingers not daring to move an inch. You managed to mask your movements until you reached your locker.

You tried to enter the combination you had on your sheet of paper, with no luck.

You try again. God this is embarrassing. You’re a senior in high school and you can’t even unlock your locker?

Another attempt. Fuck, are there people staring at me?

You try again, and fail.

You can’t mask any longer, the pressure releases and you find your head jerking wildly towards your locker. A small sense of relief washes over you, followed by instant dread.

Well now they’re definitely staring. You manage to unlock your locker quickly.

You cant even muster a glance around the hall as you hurriedly gather your possessions and shut your locker, rushing to your first class.

Only six more hours and forty-five minutes. Hooray.

After a grueling three hours, you find yourself in the cafeteria with a tray in hand. Your classes were, for the most part, successful. You stayed quiet and kept to yourself for the day. Your favorite period of the day was band, having made a couple friends. Robin Buckley introduced herself, and showed you to the cafeteria. Band was enjoyable, the director is incredibly entertaining as a teacher, and the students are all a bit outcast so it isn’t hard to fit in. Your tics were minimal for that period, but the period before had been Calc I. And oh, how you hated math. You jerked your head a number of times, usually followed by a sound. A few boys seemed to snicker at you, but you tried to shrug it off.

Lunch can’t be that hard, right?

Wrong.

A few of the boys from Calc, all of whom were wearing varsity sports jackets, approached you in the lunch line.

“Hey look, it’s the weirdo who wouldn’t shut up in math!”

Another chimed in. “Are you really gonna be so annoying all year? You were so distracting! Who even are you, anyways?”

The bullying was enough to set your ticks off, your head jerking and hands repeatedly balling into fists. The boys cackle and call you all sorts of names. It feels endless, until you feel a strong hand around your waist.

“Just go with it,” a voice whispers quietly in your ear.

The voice gets louder. “Fellas, I’m gonna need you to step away at once.”

Through your tics, you manage to look up and see a head of long brown hair and a pair of beautiful chocolate eyes.

“Oh yeah? What are you gonna do about it, freak?” The boy standing in the middle says smugly.

A wild smile appears on your saviors face. “It would be such a shame if your mom found out about aaaall that bud you bought for last Friday’s party, hm? Oh no, Jason, I don’t think that Jenny would like that one little bit.”

A string of curses and complaining accompanies Jason and his gang’s departure. By the time they leave you, your tics have subsided and are a lot less bad than before.

You look back to the mystery man. “Well, uh, thank you for that.”

He flashes you a wide grin. “Anytime, doll! The name’s Eddie Munson. Are you new to Hawkins?”

“Yeah actually, it’s my first day here.”

“Well, would you allow a fellow ‘freak’ to show you around?”

Your lips curve into a smile and you nod. “Are you sure? I mean, I’m sure you have much better things to do.”

He looks around dramatically, arching an eyebrow and pointing to his chest. “Little ‘ol me? Have something better to do than talk to a cute new kid? Never!”

You giggle at his actions, head jerking forward. You blush a bit. Shit. “Oh, I’m so sorry, that was a tic! God, I’m so sorry I can just find someone else to sit with-”

His arm snakes its way over your shoulders. “What? No! I honestly barely even noticed it. I don’t mind in the slightest, dude!” His eyes meet yours. “It makes you even more special than those brain-dead basketball idiots. I like it, it’s different! End of story.”

And that was it. Eddie never once judged you for a tic, and rarely brought them up unless you wanted to. He giggled with you at new vocal tics that surfaced and were silly, and never batted an eye if you were ticking in public.

Little did you know, but you had the metalhead’s attention the second you walked up to your locker across from his. He was enamored by the way you dressed, and your (in his words) beautiful face. When he saw you tic, it was just another thing added to his ever growing list of reasons he wanted to be yours. He knew from the moment he saw you that you were the one for him.

And (spoiler alert) you were definitely his.

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The Devil Doesn’t Bargain

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Word Count: 8k

Summary: You and Eddie are best friends, he is always there for you if you need him. One day you knock at his door after you went back to your abusive Ex the night before.

Warnings: Angst, domestic abuse, physical violence (only light descriptions), toxic relationship, don’t worry Eddie is the good guy.

Available on: AO3

A/N: I heard the song, I had to write angst. Inspired by “The devil doesn’t bargain” by Alec Benjamin. Might wanna listen to it while reading this fic, it’s at least how I wrote it haha. This fic is about an abusive, toxic relationship and trying to get out of if. Take care of yourself while reading it, please! Otherwise enjoy!

♣ Eddie Munson Masterlist ♣

It shouldn’t have been like this.

It should have been okay this time.

That’s what you had told yourself.

In reality, your whole body felt like it was on fire and not a single thing had changed.

It was like you learned nothing, falling right back into the trap.

All you could do now was getting ready for meeting with your best friend while trying to ignore the stinging pain that came from almost everywhere.

You never learned, didn’t you?

You dressed in your long-armed hoodie despite the weather being quite nice. No one needed to see the bruises.

They were between you and your Ex and he probably hadn’t even noticed. Again.

He never did.

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JJK MENTAL HEALTH INSPIRATION

remember that gojo would want you to stay hydrated, and drink plenty of water. megumi wants you to learn more about yourself, and advance in life. yuuji wants you to make sure you’re comfortable, and not exhausting yourself socially. nobara wants you to spoil yourself, and buy that thing you’ve been wanting. nanami would love for you to take a step back, breathe, and re-evaluate yourself if you’re feeling off. how can you fix the issue? sukuna thinks you’re strong willed, and a powerful individual. don’t ever forget that. toge wants you to try something new, and panda wants you to learn a new skill. maki wants you to work on your physical capability, so that you can surpass any challenges.

utahime needs you to work more on mental balance, and understanding of your mind. mahito wants you to take long breaks after training, and take a nice long bubble bath. getou thinks you have potential, and to work on being more selfish with your time. do things for yourself, not everyone else; but mai wants you to be nice to others when it counts, so you don’t lose people you’re close to. noritoshi wants you to become more in tune with your senses. todou wants you to eat more, and stop skipping meals. toji wants you to stop being so serious, and growing up too quickly. enjoy your youth while you have it. choso wants you to take a nap, and sleep in. mei mei wants you to do a skin care routine, and hair masks. it’s been a long day, take care of yourself.

when you’re having a bad day, and you want to give up on taking care of yourself— remember to be at your best, for your comfort characters.

Rebranding because the last time I did that I was in my Stranger Things hyperfixation and I want this to be a more broad account lol

Friends? : Scorpius Malfoy x Reader

Request : Could you do a Scorpius x slytherin! American ilvermorny (originally a thunderbird) transfer student or foreign exchange student. Maybe where she’s really introverted or doesn’t feel like she belongs and he tries to befriend her or something like that. Sorry this isn’t very specific. Also I love your blog! Thank you

A/N : Thank you for requesting! Sorry it took so long! 

Requests are open! Reblogging is always appreciated! Thank you for reading!

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“Hi!  I’m Scorpius!”

You look up in surprise, meeting the enthusiastic expression of the boy you had come to realize was Scorpius Malfoy, once-rumored heir of Voldemort.  

You shake your head, averting your gaze and pulling your robes closer to your body.  You needed friends, you were lonely.  But not like this. 

You missed your old friends, the old smiles, the old memories.  Being in America was home - it was routine.  You knew what to say, who to befriend, who to like.  There were no variables.  

Here, in Scotland, everything was so different.  People spoke with accents, accents that blurred together in your ears, talked with wizarding slang you couldn’t comprehend.  Europe was a whole different culture than America.

Back home, it was Grindelwald who was frowned upon and Wampus that was the house children whispered about in the corridors.  Here it was Voldemort, and Slytherin, your house, was the whispered house.  The house with stigma - the snake.

You turn your gaze back up to Scorpius, your heart tweaking slightly at the crest-fallen expression that melts the smile off his face.  You watch as he shrugs, then smiles once again.  “I’ll see you tomorrow, have a good morning!”  His eyes widen and they roll to the back of his head.  “Good afternoon, I meant!” He stammers and smiles sheepishly, running out of the classroom and out of sight. 

Gathering your books, you stand up, walking out after him.  You hang your head as you walk - you should have said hello to him.  This was probably the last chance at making friends - people already ignored you because of your house.  And besides, the fact that you were American and from Ilvermorny of all schools, created a barrier between you and the other students. 

Surprisingly, Scorpius came to see you the next day, and the next.  All with the same enthusiastic smile, the same cheesy lines and awkward mistakes. 

You began to warm up to him, slowly not beginning to care about the rumors that hung around his head. 

“I’m (Y/N),” you finally say, a soft smile encasing your lips.  

Scorpius’s face lights up, his eyes widening and an even larger smile tugging at his mouth.  “I’m Scorpius!” He says again.  He stretches out his hand, then takes it back.  “Do we hug?”

You take a step back, your own eyes wide.  “What?” Your voice is a mere squeak, you begin to regret your act on friendship.

He throws out his hands.  “Sorry! So sorry - that was strange.”  He smiles again.  “Can we try again?”  He rummages in his pockets for something, pulling out a shimmering blue hexagonal box.  “Here,” he thrusts it towards you, motioning for you to take it.  “It’s a chocolate frog, they’re really good, see?”  He points to the box again, “they’ve got collectable cards with all the famous witches and wizards, I’ll take yours if you don’t want them.”

You take the box, smiling hesitantly.  “Thank you.”

Scorpius nods, bouncing on his heels.  “My mom always said sweets help you make friends!”  He pauses, as if realizing his mistake.  “Probably silly,” he falters off.

You shake your head, stretching out your own hand.  “Friends.”

The look that flashes upon his face is full of such surprise and such overwhelming happiness, that you suddenly feel the need to protect the blond boy.  “Friends!” He shakes your hand fiercely.  His eyes soften kindly and he looks at you with a smile.  “So where are you from?”

Your own eyes light up at the question, you cannot help the wondrous gasp you make as you think of home.  “Ilvermorny.”

Scorpius’s jaw drops.  “Ilvermorny?”  He tugs on your sleeve, excitedly.  “You’ve got to tell me all about it - what are you?”  He counts on his fingers, “Horned Serpent, Pukwudgie, Wampus, and -“

“Thunderbird,” you say, “I’m Thunderbird.”

Scorpius is overcome with amazement, he walks quicker to the library with you in tow.  “Come on - you have to tell me all about America.”  He smiles back at you.  “Is it true you have a groundhog that determines whether it’s winter or spring?”

You laugh, a sound that seems almost natural.  Perhaps this Hogwarts thing wouldn’t be so bad. 

You don’t know me

I may lose subscriber for saying this 😣 but the person reading this is beautiful

You know what would have been a great ending for Finnick?

The mutts viciously attack him in the sewers. It looks like he's not gonna make it, but Katniss and Peeta refuse to leave him behind.

He's done so much to save them and look out for them and they know what happens to people who are left behind. But GALE (FUCKING GALE) goes all soldier and shuts the door on him, claiming he's too far gone.

Then, either during the bombing or slightly before they're arguing with Gale. Peeta looks like himself again, kind and determined to save his friends. It's familiar to Katniss. As they argue, they see a man hole cover open and who emerges bloody and battered? Finnick.

OR they find him at Snows mansion because the Mutts didn't kill him. They dragged him back all the way through the sewers to return Snows Toy.

Finnick is alive but BADLY scarred. On his chest, arms, face. Maybe even missing a finger or two. One of his eyes has gone a little cloudy and a streak of his hair haa turned a platnium white from the fear and trauma.

Finally, they're all safe. Haymitch makes a joke about "what's it like not being pretty anymore? No better than the rest of us."

Katniss later apologisea for this joke but Finnick tells her he's right.

"My body has never been my own. The capital had always had final say. They took away every scar and blemish. All the nicks I'd ever gotten from learning how to make hooks. Every callous in my hands, every scratch they left down my back.

I know it's bad, people can't stop staring at me, but hey, I'm used to that, right?... I was afraid of what Annie might think, but I know she still loves me. And if looking like this means that she's the only person who will ever want to touch me again, then it's a blessing.

We're free, Katniss."

I think Finnick having his "beauty taken away" by scars and wounds is something he would find so comforting. His beauty had been a curse, but now he has agency again.

Do you think sinners miss the night sky..?

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Best fucking frames in the episode.