#He just walks and essentially yells: YOU AIN'T SHIT.

[melancholysway]

I don't remember how bad Raph's anger issues were in the 2007 film so this might be a little ooc

But could you do something with Raph and Leo are arguing over something, and Raph throws his sai at a wall

It hits the wall and they hear a yelp, both turn around in a panic

The sai barely missed Y/N who was just coming in the room so now they're like, "hah I'll just come back laterrr :')" <- stressed out by a near death experience

Thank you!

You can do whateverjust Leo's and Raph's reactions, or all of their reactions, or a fic, whatever you're vibing with

Aww! I got you :) I'm doing this as if you're either of the turtle's S/O! so you can choose which you'd want to read:)

TMNT 2007 Imagines: How Leo & Raph would react if you were almost hit

As Leonardo's S/O

Ah- guys- he's pissed

He just looks at his brother with such disappointment that it makes Raph feel even more guilty than he already is.

To be fair, you learned to never get involved when there was an argument between Leonardo and Raphael, you could get hurt- seriously hurt.

They don't mess around, they will physically fight- they give no fucks

But when it's announced that Leonardo will be leaving to South America for training, Raphael is fucking livid. He interrupts Leo's meditation session and rips him a new one.

"I can't believe ya wouldn't tell us! What happened to not keepin' secrets O' Fearless One?!"

Although it may not look like it, Raphael cares a lot about his older brother. So to see him up and leave like that pisses him off.

But, he has it all wrong. Leonardo didn't want to hurt him or his other brothers with the news.

So, they argue. What about you may ask? it's beyond me. All of this pent-up anger and frustration from both sides causes an all-out yelling war. While the others are doing their own thing, you can't help but intervene. The last thing you want is a fight to break out between your boyfriend and best friend.

Just as you walk in, Raph grunts in frustration and throws his sai- and if it wasn't for your instant reflexes, you would have been gone.

You duck quickly, and when you turn around, you see how his (extremely sharp) sai just sticks in the cement wall behind you. it's at this moment that you're so lucky to be alive.

It shakes you up, and you see Raph's amber eyes go wide, he didn't mean that- he didn't even know you were standing there.

"Shit, Y/n, I ain't kno-" "Raph!? What the shell!?"

Leo's PISSED. Raph could've killed you.

This causes more arguing, as Leo goes over to you and pries the sai from the wall- throwing it to the side and putting a protective arm in front of you and standing in the middle of you and Raphael.

But, you try and leave. You don't want to be in the middle of the feud. Not again. You can't take a side. You don't want to take a side. It's not your place.

"No y/n you stay right here- RAPH. Apologize. Now."

Will literally force a sorry out of Raph and will NOT let him go until he does.

Once he apologizes (Raph does feel bad, he seriously didn't mean to nearly cause you an early death, so the sorry comes quick,) he picks up his sai and leaves the dojo.

Leo stays and makes sure you're okay after that. It's natural, you're shaken up, you feel weak in the knees, the normal. You're in shock.

That seriously could've gone south quick, and Leo thinks about it for a split second. What if it did? He doesn't want to think about it anymore. It causes him to tear up.

Leo believes in parallel universes, in a different universe, you DID wind up getting stabbed. He could only imagine how is parallel self is handling it right now.

"Deep breaths, love, I'm sorry." Once you calm down, he helps you to his room, it's very clean and bare now, as he already packed essentials for his trip. But, his bed is still the same. Same scent and everything.

Once you're in his bed, he gets you some water, and then he lays beside you, holding you, comforting you.

He apologizes. Although you stop him and tell him he has nothing to apologize for, he doesn't care. He feels responsible. He should've been more attentive. He shouldn't have continued arguing with Raph. Maybe that would've never happened if he did.

You calm down as minutes go by, and Leo asks you (for the 1000th time) if you’re feeling okay.

“Thanks to you, I am.”

His heart soars at your response. He’s always glad to help you.

As Raphael's S/O

ooh does this boy feel like shit for doing that

It’s been a rough couple of weeks, especially finding out Leo will be leaving for god knows how long

So when he barges in the dojo one day and just starts going off on Leo- letting out all of his anger, it turns into a full blown argument

“I’m doing it for you, Raph! For our family!”

Raph doesn’t wanna hear it. He wants his brother HERE. In the sewers of NYC, not 3727228 miles away.

As Raph’s S/O, you understood why he got so angry at times. He was mad at the world around him. How imperfect it can truly be, and how it can turn upside down in an instant.

You had to understand Raph before you even thought about dating him- he’s a handful. He knows that, and he tries his best for you. You know he does.

You comfort him a lot. Like that day when Leo announced he would be leaving. He was feeling so many emotions and didn’t know what to do

So he started to dislike his brother. Like right now, how he just came in the dojo and started up an argument just because he can.

“We need ya here! I need ya here!” Doesn’t Leo understand that? But, it’s also Splinter’s orders. Leo has to go.

They continue to go back and forth, and from experience and observation- you know not to try and be the mediator. That was more Splinter’s thing. But, he wasn’t around. Nobody was. Just you as you just so happen to walk by.

But, you put all those conversations between Donnie and Mikey about what you should and shouldn’t do when Leo and Raph argue and go in there to try to at least dial it down.

Note: you should NOT tell both of them to shutup, they will literally forget they’re arguing with each other and come together and tell YOU to shutup and stay out of it (via Mikey)

Back to the current situation, you walk in and hear Raph’s accented voice get louder, and as you get closer to see them both, you also see something sharp fly right in your direction

After quickly ducking and yelping in the process, Raphael and Leonardo both stop and look at you.

Barely missed. And now? You’re sitting on the floor looking at them both.

Leonardo apologizes first. He should’ve been more aware of his surroundings and stopped Raph from almost decapitating you.

Your boyfriend, on the other hand, is shocked. He’s frozen in place, watching as Leo helps you get up, and soon leaving the dojo to get Donnie as you mention that you feel your heart racing.

“I’m fine, Leo, I’m just…” too late, he’s already gone.

Raphael truly fucked up, didn’t he? The last thing he would ever want to do is hurt you. You’re practically his everything. Who he tries to be a better person (err, turtle) for.

“Shit, babe, I’m so…fuck…I’m sorry,” once Raph gets himself out of that shocked state, he comes rushing to you, not even thinking about his sai that’s sticking out the wall.

He begins to ramble, that’s what he always did when he has no grasp on his emotions. He didn’t mean to do that. He had no idea you were there. He’s sorry, so fucking sorry. He knows he could’ve hurt you-he knows.

As you feel your heart rate go down as moments pass, you just embrace your boyfriend mid ramble. You hold him. You’re okay, and you have to tell him that.

“Hey, I’m okay, see?” You say while you bury your face in his plastron, “That reflex training you taught me finally came in handy, huh?” Raph isn’t sure what to do with his hands at first, but they soon wrap around your smaller form. How can you be so sweet to him when he almost took your head off?

He apologizes sincerely once again, but…it’s okay. Things happen. You knew Raphael wouldn’t do anything to hurt you intentionally. He’s not like that towards you. He cherishes you.

You cherish him all the same.

Leo comes back with Donnie, but you insist you’re okay. Which, you are. Raph and Leo end things bittersweetly, but what matters is that it’s over. They know not to fight to that extent. Raph understands now.

Raph’s still thinking hard about what he almost did to you, and it takes a lot of reassurance for him to see that you’re truly not angry or upset at him.

And once you’ve given Raphael that reassurance, he’s feeling better.

“You’re gonna have to try harder than that to get rid of me, Raphie.” You’re using his nickname again, you’re joking with him again like you usually do, and it makes him smile. It makes him love you even more, how you can get past his fuck ups with no hard feelings. He needs someone who understands.

You understand, and that’s what he loves about you.

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Reader is Gareth's sister, who finds out about what Jason and his asshole friends did. And she ain't very happy.

Steve Harrington x Emerson!Reader

You found out about all of this complete bullshit with Vecna, and knew you should go check on your brother, Gareth.

You pull into the drive and see Jason's car leaving. Fuck, you see Gareth is on the ground and slam on your breaks before running over.

"Jason?" You ask and Gareth nods. You see he took a pinch to the face, his hand doesn't look so great. You look at the other guys and realize you are going to need some ice.

You run into the house and grab a few ice packs before going back into the garage. You had to be quick, you were going to help Steve with some type of plan, you forgot.

"Did Jason and his friends do this? I know they did, why?" You ask. Gareth looks reluctant to speak. You didn't have time for these delays.

"Tell me or I will finish what Jason started," you threaten and those words, they get Gareth to sing like a mockingbird.

"Jason wanted to know where Eddie was," Gareth blurts. You remind the boys to keep ice on their wounds and run off to go find Jason.

You find Jason's car in front of Dustin's house. You were going to get arrested, but you didn't essentially care.

"CARVER," You yell. Jason turns around and looks at you with confusion. He seems to not be aware that he just punched your brother and nearly broke his hand.

"Why did you beat up my brother?" You demand as you stalk towards him. He was fucking dead. If Vecna didn't get him, you would.

"You know he was helping hide Eddie. Eddie killed Chrissy, did you hear what that freak did?" Jason asked. He was disoriented. Clearly afraid.

"Bullshit," you yell as your first collides with Jason's nose. He falls back and blood drips from his nose. Some of the other guys walk towards you, but help Jason up instead.

"You are going to leave my brother the fuck alone, or there might just be two psycho killers on the loose," you threaten before walking off.

You get in your car and drive, Dustin was trying to radio you, "Y/N come in,"

"What did you do?" You ask as Jason's car disappears from view. You were going to have to watch your back from now on.

"Um, Mrs. Kelly's house isn't where we need you to meet us, go to the school," Dustin says and you know they fucked up something.

"Don't even want to know, I'll be there," you say and drive a little faster. You couldn't risk something happening. You were alone.

But, at least you weren't on Vecna's list. Or were you? I mean, all of those times that shit had happened, saving the world numerous times, had taken a toll on you. You did get nightmares. Fuck.

It you didn't need to think about that. You needed to figure out how you were going to tell Steve, how would you tell him that you just made yourself a target for Jason and his gang of assholes?

Steve was going to kill you. You knew he would be mad for provoking Jason, and maybe even convincing him you had something to do with the murders.

He wouldn't understand, he couldn't win a fight for the damn life of him. You still don't, and never will, understand how the fuck he won against a trained Russian guard.

Yet, you could beat him I'm a fight. Hell, a child could beat his ass. Erica would definitely, but maybe a different kid. But Erica definitely seemed like the type who could kick Steve's ass. Jonathan and Billy, upon many others, have beat Steve's ass.

God, you had trued to teach him to fight. It didn't work, if anything he got worse. But then he goes and kicks a Russian guards ass. You don't even think you could do that.

You pull into the school parking lot. You would deal with that when it was completely essential to deal with it.

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The Tipping Point

Corali heaved a sigh as she headed toward the arena. Ever since she became sober, her matches were suffering. If it wasn't a headache, it was a sudden case of the shakes or her heart racing enough to be distracting. In addition to the withdrawal symptoms, she was starting to have anxiety again just like when she was much younger, which she took up drinking to cope with in the first place. As a result, she was in the midst of an intense losing streak, and her payouts were suffering for it.

Upon entering, she was met with one of the circuit managers staring at her with an expression she couldn't quite read. Maybe regret? Frustration? Whatever it was, it certainly wasn't good. She tried to walk past him to the locker rooms, but he held up an arm to block her.

"We gotta talk, Primer," he told her sternly. She stopped and looked up at the older olive with an eyebrow raised.

"If this is about my matches--" she began but was promptly cut off.

"It's more than that. You're not welcome here anymore," he interrupted. Corali blinked and stared at him in confusion which quickly turned to anger.

"The hell's that s'posed ta mean? Since when ain't I welcome at my job??" she snapped at him, though he didn't appear the least bit fazed by her. He merely sighed and pulled out his huskphone. He clicked through a few apps before pulling up a familiar short on grubtube and showing it to her. Corali groaned and dragged a metal hand down her face.

"Oh, for the love of-- Yer kickin' me out on account a that??" she asked in exasperation as she watched herself punch the highblood doctor and shatter his mask. He closed the grubtube app and placed his huskphone back in his pocket before turning back to her with a stern face.

"Do you realize how illegal what you did is? The fact that legislacerators haven't already hunted you down is a miracle. It's only a matter of time before they start coming here sniffing around for you, and I don't want any part of what you've gotten yourself into," he explained himself.

The yellow of Corali's eyes turned the slightest bit orange, and she crossed her arms angrily. A stupid fifteen second video was going to cost her job. Had she known there would be this much blowback from her bad mood, she probably wouldn't have punched that guy. The manager narrowed his eyes at her as though daring her to try something. Although the expected outburst never came, he didn't relax.

"So that's it then. I'm fuckin' canned 'cause I lost my temper at a coffee shop?" She accused. He groaned and ran a hand through his short messy hair.

"Think of it more like... a suspension. On paper, yeah, you're fired, but you're welcome to come back when all this attention surrounding you eases up. Let's say, half a sweep?" he proposed. He got Corali yelling in his face for his troubles.

"Half a sweep!? The fuck am I s'posed ta do fer money fer half a got dang sweep!!?"

"I don't know! It's not my business!" he fired back and threw his hands in the air. "You'll figure something out. Besides, you need the vacation. I don't know what's been going on with you, but you've been complete shit in the ring all month, and it's affecting attendance and bets. No one wants to see the same person get beat up over and over, especially when they used to be really good."

Corali huffed but said nothing. He wasn't wrong about that, and she hated it. She was angry, but more than anything she found herself feeling sad. She slumped as the orange in her eyes receded and turned back to yellow. Only then did the manager ease up now that he knew she wasn't going to do something stupid.

"Ya don't get it. This job's all I got goin' fer me right now," she said in defeat. Between Darius essentially cutting her out of his life, residual withdrawal symptoms ailing her, the return of her anxiety, the desperate cravings, and Thiomi constantly being on her case as well as Dantli's stark lack of support... "I gotta fight. I don't got anythin' else."

"That sucks, really. I can tell whatever's happening is taking a toll, but I can't have you here right now. Come back in half a sweep when all this is guaranteed to be over, and it'll be like you never left."

"... Right," she said with a sullen tone and turned around to walk out. The manager watched her go and contemplated saying something but ultimately decided to let her go in silence. What else was there to say? What could he say that would make a difference or make her feel better?

Corali walked back to the street and removed her ATV from her sylladex, hopped on, and drove away. However, she was slower than usual tonight instead of her usual speeding. Her mind and heart was heavy with stress and sadness. However, she wasn't so long in thought that a familiar place didn't catch her eye.

She pulled into the parking lot of "The Crushed Lime Bar" and hopped off her ATV before placing it back into her sylladex and heading toward the door. She'd only been one or two times before; the music was lame and the drinks were watered down. However, just knowing they served alcohol made it feel like she was home.

She paused before entering and pulled out her palmhusk. This was a bad idea, and she should probably call Thiomi or one of the trolls in her Alcoholics Anonymous group to talk her out of it. Instead, she put the device back in her pocket and stepped inside. The smell of cigarette smoke, the sound of the billiards, and the jukebox playing some old country song were like being hugged by an old friend. She walked straight up to the bar and claimed the nearest empty seat and tapped on the counter to get the bartender's attention.

"What'll it be?" they asked as they set down the glass they were polishing.

"Gimme a whiskey shot."

#things to read #Corali Primer #The Weight of our Sins #oohhhh cliffhanger

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Okay but Misha was also made with the same relentless of Mr. X from the Resident Evil games and if there's one thing about Misha, IT'S THAT HE STRESSES HIS VICTIMS THE FUCK OUT. Virtually nothing can stop him, like if they shoot him with a gun he either catches the gun with his bare hands but even if they do shoot him, his body cracks like a mirror but it can repair itself. The worst part is he TALKS.

Whether it's him teasing them relentlessly or insulting them, he likes to humiliate and shame them. He wants his victims to feel useless and broken after he's done with them.

No but seriously if you hit this dude with a rocket launcher, he's going to shatter but then every single piece of glass returns to him and he's perfectly fine.

Sometimes his victims just want him to kill them already, they give up and they beg for a quick death but he just tilts his head and smiles as he simply sends shards of glass above them and slowly but surely, all the glass shards will fall on his victims. Not enough to kill them but its painful because they're waiting for what shards will fall on them next and hoping that that shard will end it all.

He doesn't sadistically kill as bad as Akira but it's more or less just him getting high off of being in control of someone's life and how they die.

#Misha Knyazev #NO BUT THE WORST PART IS HE'S SO TALL HE DOESN'T EVEN HAVE TO RUN. #He just walks and essentially yells: YOU AIN'T SHIT. #It does NOT take much for him to catch up. #MK-47 #Rememver jn his og draft where he was supposed to ve this big and buff bht pure guy??

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His Brown Sugar

Eren Jaeger x POC! Reader

<> 1. Ignorant

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The cold, black steel pressed against his forehead did not make him jolt in any way. His ocean eyes staring at the pretty, vibrant colored acrylics that were complementing the glock well. Funny... He had fantasies of such moment, call him crazy, that's what he likes.

"So feisty in the morning... all for me..."

It made the blood inside, boil out... Eren could never take anything seriously, even though he was in the mist of being killed.

"Mane... you doin too much, if I killed yo ass right now it won't be so funny huh..?" you spoke out, those pretty lips having Eren mesmerized. His smirk holding a sinister emotion, of course he wasn't scared of a glock being pointed at him. Eren was not scared of you, even if you threatened to end him off...

You wouldn't do it... he knows that.

"You'll end up comin with me..." Eren chuckled, his rough hands slapping against that soft chocolate butt of yours. It made you give him a bratty look, almost disgusted with his actions... just.. almost.

The sunlight peering through those blinds, washing over that beautiful skin of yours. If he wasn't so cooped up in killing so many of those men yesterday, he would've taken you over and over again last night... till daylight hit. Though his anger, his possessive tendencies took over... they always do.

The thought of you being a stripper not only annoyed Eren, but it completely angers him to the point where he has urges to harm you... though he'd never do it.

Not to his brown sugar...

The heart beating in your chest, it was like you felt as if Eren could hear it. Lately you've been thinking hard, overthinking many things. Eren may be the devil himself, if not worse and that's exactly why he hasn't died yet... maybe Satan is too afraid of him. That's your dumb conclusion, though, a blonde haired male agreed with your thoughts.

"You out yo damn mind..."

The brown haired male could only watch as your thicker form pushed off of him, your thighs jiggling as your feet planted on the floor. Lightly pulling your dress down, the gun you had was placed into your purse. Let's not mention this purse was the one Eren brought.

Hey... It's a birkin...

That gun though, happened to be yours fully.

"(Y/n).... where you headed...? Surely not back to that place you call home..."

"Well shit, this ain't my home Eren... I wanna go to my home... I'll walk there for all i fuckin care-.."

"Aye, Dont fuckin talk to me like that.."

The air turned cold and icy, the blood starting to rush throughout your whole body at an inhuman manner . Almost emitting some type of heat while the handle of your purse started to become some sort of stress ball for you.

The sound of his body moving off the bed and coming closer to you, that same scent that you used to smell everyday was in your nostrils again. The light scent of coconut, it hit you. Swallowing the pride, the confidence you had... Eren always had his ways of twisting things, making it seem as if you were obsessed.

"Eren ion wanna do this-..."

"Shut up, You ain't going nowhere, understand that ...?"

Though he was obsessed...

His medium long brown hair in that same pulled back style, his eyes dead-like. Staring you down like you were nothing but a plaything... though that's where you're wrong. The chemicals of the dangers that Eren has been around, it affected him in only negative ways. Even if his negative ways have been towards you, he'd never fall out of love with you...

And you'll never fall out of love with him...

It's simply... toxic... a nice toxic...

"O-Okay... o-okay.. I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."

<>

Running away only made it worse, now you realize. Eren would never physically harm you, no... Though his words, hurt sometimes... He's always saying things that may or may not hurt another. It's like his feelings have perished -definitely not for you- and he cannot understand others any longer.

This wasn't the Eren you were used to... though if you love someone, it's hard to let go.

"I'm at his house... he left me here alone like I won't jump out dis damn window..." The drop was long, you wouldn't make it just from jumping. Besides, it's not like the guy doesn't have bodyguards down low. Eren takes precautions with you, which he should, because you're not only a handful.. but you're the whole bag of chips.

"Will you...?" The soft tone that you're used to hearing was now deep and dark... but still loving in a sense. It was obvious the blonde was getting annoyed with everything being thrown at him and you being 'kidnapped' by Eren wasn't making his life better... you knew this.

"Armin-.."

"No... I'm tired, I'm tired of this... I'm tired of him..... (Y/n) just admit that you're not leaving him, and... I'll admit that I'm not either..." Armin spoke with slight hatred, lord knows Armin loves Eren with all his might. That was essentially his first friend, he could never push Eren away. The shy blonde had been pushed and molded in Eren's plans and schemes. Has he ever declined? No...

Even if Armin was on the brink of hating his own friend... he wasn't leaving.

"Don't be ignorant, (Y/n)..." Armin spat, his anger heard through your phone, the phone that was cracked and almost broken into pieces... Both lines being quiet, it was a soothing sense -even if Armin just yelled at you-, it wasn't harsh to you, nor was it awkward... it was just.. calming... anything not involving your precious boyfriend was calming...

"You're smarter than this... (Y/n)... leave him"

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#black reader #poc reader #eren jaeger #aot imagines #aot headcanons #eren x black reader

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𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐘 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑✨

𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝑶𝒏𝒆.

𝚂𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝:

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Melanie-Ann Lowe was sitting contently on her glossy white bed skimming quickly over a thick science book in preparation for the Hawkins annual science fair held in early December. The girls friends had all entered as a group and needed to come up with some unique ideas.

One boy, Dustin Henderson, who had been neighbors with the girl since before she was born, was like an older brother and they had a rare friendship deeper then most people would like to admit.

She made a frustrated sigh and closed her book, not finding any ideas.

Getting distracted and looking out of her fingerprint ridden window to see two lights glide down her street, one stopping across from her house, and the other continuing into darkness.

Dustin turns around, seeing Melanie on the top story with her glowing yellow light, he gives her a toothless smile and a wave before walking into his house.

The two had a plan.

Laughter erupted from the room next to hers, distracting her from her gaze. Her sister Audrey and her best friend Robin Buckley were hanging out at the Lowe house for a 'study' date, but the younger girl knew they were just eating food and talking about boys.

Smoothly she exited her room, tiptoeing past her sisters room, down the narrow staircase to the main floor, which was dark and quiet, with so little sign of any people.

The Lowe parents had left for a trip to New York for an important news article, so Mel was in the care of her sisters. Her dad, Bruce Lowe, had a cushy job at the Hawkins Post, and had worked there for 20 years, since he graduated high school.

Her mum, Loretta Lowe, was a ripe example of a trophy wife and went with her husband on expensive trips. Melanie loved them, like any average person would, but she missed them as they weren't around as much as other parents.

Valerie was the girls oldest sister, and knowing her room would be empty, as she was most likely at a school party, like most nights. The sisters were all very different personality wise, but similar with their mothers fair looks, fought but seemed to get along for a majority of the time. 

Snatching a packet of Doritos out of the cupboard, she walks back to her room and shuts the door behind her. Picking up the textbook again, but not being able to concentrate. After a few minutes of staring into nothing, she hears a knock on her window.

"shhhhhhhh! My sister w-will hear you!" the girl whispers, opening her window slowly but cautiously.

"Come on! We can go now, hurry up!" Dustin replies practically dragging her out the window, knowing that her parents had left earlier that morning, and her sisters didn't care enough to worry. Melanie takes her brown backpack, which was always filled with essentials and snuck out of her house.

"Step quieter w-will you, or we-we'll get caught." the blonde squeaks, while attempting to not step on the dead autumn leaves to get to her bike. Walking it down her steep driveway, turning on their front lights then riding off down a back road.

It being a Sunday night, most houses were sleeping and minimal cars were driving around. The pair perk up when they hear distant music, but continuing at the same pace, along the road parked cars start to slowly multiply and the music becomes more distinctive.

Not surprisingly was the party being held at (What Audrey and Robin called him,) Steve 'the hair' Harrington's house, as the two rode past, slowing down just slightly, did Melanie recognize a particular face from the front yard.

Seeing Valerie there only made her bolt off faster down the road, with the curly haired boy right behind her.

Darting down a back street and keeping to it for a few minuets did they find themselves at the junk yard. Leaning their bikes against the abandoned bus and going inside, the duo sat on a seat facing each other and unpacked the food they had brought in their bags.

"How w-was the campaign? Also p-pass the skittles." the girl asks making herself comfortable in the seat, her tiredness causing her stutter to worsen, "It was great! But we lost the dice right before we got to see if Will survived." Dustin hands Mel the packet in return for a whole Kit-Kat bar.

After many laughs and bubbling conversation, a shrieking noise in the woods motivates the two to head back home. Going a different way than before, to avoid getting caught by the girls now possibly drunk sister.

"See you tomorrow Lanie!" the boy shouts as he goes to his window to sneak back in, Melanie walks her bike back up her driveway, climbing up the wood used to keep the Vine wall growing upwards, walking across the roof and opening her window delicately.

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An agitating beeping awakens Melanie from her slumber. Taking off her pink flowery covers, the cold early November air that hit her bare legs made her visibly shiver before she arched her back also stretching her arms in the air.

She had decided to have a shower later the previous night after her annual meet with her neighbor. Changing into some light blue jeans and a black and white striped long sleeve, with mismatched spotted socks to go with it.

"Do you want a ride this morning?" asks Val, grabbing her car keys with Audrey and Robin in tow. The older girl sporting bloodshot eyes framed with dark rings, and voice croaky.

"I'm riding with Dustin today, see ya!" The younger girl skips through the door with her slightly muddy pastel pink backpack in her hand.

Knocking on the Henderson door quietly, hearing faint footsteps and door open, with the young boy smiling brightly whilst slipping a cap over his naturally messy hair.

"How w-was your night?" the blonde asks, "Alright, you?" "yeah same." 

Riding off to the opposite direction they went the night before, and up the slight hill that always killed their leg muscles, they rode all the way to Hawkins Middle School in little time, where their friends Mike and Lucas were standing around. She frowns slightly noticing the absent person and parks her bike into the stand before catching up with the two.

"Isn't W...W-ill here?" She calls out, her hair blowing in from the wind. Making her push it out of her face.

"He could have just slept in?" Lucas thinks, "Probably." agrees the girl.

"Maybe he just went to class early again," says Mike, "he's always paranoid Gursky's gonna give him a pop quiz." laughs Dustin as they continue walking into the school, the others nod. The group were interrupted by a voice behind them.

"Step right up, ladies and gentlemen! Step right up and get your tickets for the freak show!" Melanie's head whips around to see James and Troy, two older boys who loved to torment her friends.

The group don't dare to move, it was a regular occurrence, they were quite used to it by now. Troy looks them up and down, giving a glare at Mel, the girl scrunching her nose and turns her focus on her shoes, not wanting to make eye contact with the older boys.

"Who do you think would make more money at a freak show, 'Frog-face,' 'Midnight,' 'Toothless'? or M-M-M-Melanie" he says snickering,

"Ooof. Tough call, tough call." James interrupts, eyeing Dustin, "I'd go with Toothless." He sneers.

"My teeth are coming in, I told you a million times, it's called cleidocranial dysplasia-" The curly haired boy gets irritated, "I told you a million times!" Troy mocks him laughing with his friend.

"Do the arm thing." he demands, if Mel was bold enough she would roll her eyes, but she stood statue still, scared of the consequences. Dustin hesitates before stretching his arms out, causing the bullies to make a disgusted face.

"Gets me every time! Every time!" Troy exclaims before shoving the group as he walks away into the school laughing.

"Numbskulls," Lucas whispers under his breath, making the blonde giggle.

"I think it's cool, it's like a superpower or something, like Mr. Fantastic!" Mike tries to be optimistic towards his friend. Mel reaches for is hand and gives it a squeeze in attempt comfort. Smiling slightly in response.

"Yeah, except I can't fight evil with it." replies Dustin before the group pick up their bags and walk to class, still confused as to where their friend could be at the time.

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A swarm of Middle Schooler's scramble to grab their books and bags and hurry out of class after the bell chimes, talking loudly about latest gossip amongst themselves.

"Remember, finish chapter twelve, and answer twelve-point-three on the difference between an experiment and other forms of science investigation-" the teacher stops after realizing that there are no more children in the class to hear his reminder.

"So did it come?" Mike asks as the four huddle around the teachers desk in anticipation. Melanie's smile falters when Mr Clarke hesitates, "Sorry, boys," she gives the teacher a pointed look, "and girl, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but..." the four all sigh in frustration, not pleased they would gave to be patient another day.

"It came." He finishes.

The group look up with a wide smiles and Melanie jumps a little with excitement, pulling Lucas along with her by the upper arm, as the four run through the now deserted halls, their footstep echoing, straight to the A.V room. Mike gets the door open first then Dustin pushes past Lucas and Mel to get through second.

"Hey!" they both say simultaneously, yelling at Dustin for cutting in, he just gives the two a smirk and stands to the right of Mike, who was sitting in the chair, while Lucas stood to the left and Mel with her hand on Mikes shoulder, leaning in to get a closer look.

Mike places the headphones over his ears.

"The Heath-kit ham shack, ain't she a beaut?" Grins Mr Clarke, pointing to the new radio.

"I bet you can talk to New York on this thing-" exclaims Dustin, the teacher just gives a smile, "think bigger,"

"California?" adds Lucas, "bigger,"

"Australia?" the girl squeaks, Mr Clarke nods. "Holllly shit." Says Mike, getting a look from the teacher and a playful hit from a giggling Mel.

"Oh man, when Will sees this he's going to totally lose his shit-" Lucas bursts out, "Lucas," Mel scolds though she was giggling,

"sorry."

"'Ello, this is Mike Wheeler, President of Hawkins Middle A.V. Club-" begins Mike in a terrible Australian accent, only to be cut off by Dustin.

"'Ello, this is Dustin Henderson, Secretary and Treasurer of Hawkins Middle A.V. Club, do you eat kangaroos for breakfast?" everyone cringes at the accent and just as Mel's about to be passed the headset by Dustin, there's a knock on the door.

The blonde recognizes one of the men as the principle and the other as chief Hopper. She grows curious, her eyebrows furrowed, assuming something was wrong.

"Sorry to interrupt, but may I borrow Michael, Melanie, Lucas, and Dustin?" The familiar man asks. The group share a puzzled look, all silent as ever contemplating what could have happened.

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