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astranva · 2 years

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Glimpse of Us.

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Category: pure angst

Warning: swear language

Summary: After creating Glimpse of Us about his ex, Harry wasn’t ready for the song to get leaked and reach the one person he can’t get over.

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In a perfect universe, artists, and especially writers–whether it’s those who write songs or novels–wrote from evergreen inspiration. They wrote about love, about heartbreak and pain, with the latter not being out of experience, but rather some empty prompts their brain provided them with.

But the universe wasn’t perfect–it was real.

As a songwriter, Harry was attentive to all that was around him; his friends’ heartbreak, the love he had, and the love he let go of for all the wrong reasons.

Glimpse of Us was a personal creation. He could say he had one too many drinks while making it even–in fact, Harry couldn’t remember the entire creation process because if he wasn’t drunk, then his memory was too fogged up to even recall the breakfast he had a day ago.

Harry had tried.

Only 2 months after your breakup, he had tried to move on. He went on dates, even tried to reciprocate some flirty conversations a few people had always been trying to pursue; ones he never batted an eye towards when you were together. But you were no longer there; no longer his to hold, no longer his to love up close–only from afar.

It was Olivia who was there with him, knowing the ins and outs of his relationship with you and most importantly, your breakup. She was there, trying to be everything you were and trying to fill the void that your absence had created in not just Harry’s heart, but life. She tried.

In the grand scheme of things, Olivia wasn’t the villain in yours and Harry’s story and Harry hated that, because he knew that if there was anyone to blame, it was himself.

“Do you think trying things out with Olivia will make you feel better?” Sarah had asked him one day, “Do you think it’s fair on-on all of you? On you? Y/N? Olivia? Isn’t–Isn’t your stunt with Olivia what drove you and Y/N to break up?”

She had a point, she really did and Harry knew that. But Olivia was there, and God, she wasn’t a bad woman.

But then 2 months turned to 8 and before anyone knew it, you were somebody else’s.

Joe Keery out with new girlfriend and Harry Styles’s EX! Here’s everything we know about Y/N Y/L/N!

And you looked happy. You looked okay, holding his hand, leaning onto him in a way you always did with Harry behind closed doors and safe walls. You had a grin on your face, looking at him with that expression Harry’s heart beat for.

And then Harry was done for.

If you were to ask him if he knew what death felt like, he’d say it was a little like how he felt when he saw you move on. He’d say it was how he felt when he realized that no one he could be with could ever compare to you.

It was a Wednesday night when it happened.

One moment Harry was–not really–reading a book, the next his phone was going off beside him with a call from Jeff.

Groaning a little at having to interact, he answered, putting it on speaker, “Hello?”

“Did you not delete the song you were working on?” Jeff frantically asked.

“What song?” Harry asked, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Glimpse of Us? I don’t know what you called it, man.”

“What about it?”

“Harry, it got fucking leaked.”

His heart dropped and so did his face, his eyes going wide as he sat up, “What?”

Jeff sighed, “It’s–It got leaked. It’s fucking everywhere.”

“Fuck,” Harry mumbled, “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he repeated, his face going behind his hands in distress.

“Look, I’m trying to do as best as I can,” Jeff said, “But I–It’s bad, man. I’m sorry.”

Closing his eyes, Harry stayed quiet for a moment, his mind racing with a thousand thoughts.

“We’ll find out who leaked it, we’re working on,” his manager said, “We’ll press charges.”

“I could give two fucks about charges, the damage’s already done,” Harry said, “Fucking idot,” he cursed himself as he held his phone, unlocking it before going on the app he deserted the most.

Twitter was always too full of talk for Harry’s liking, and with your relationship getting leaked, and with the drama of it all, his therapist was the first to suggest that he stayed away from the bird app.

But Harry was quick to go to trending, wanting to check how bad things were and sure enough, there it was.

GLIMPSE OF US

Harry and Y/N

Y/N Y/L/N

Holivia

JYN

They all were trending, mocking him for the damage that he was responsible of.

Jeff was going on and on about damage control in the background, unaware of Harry’s concentration being on the app as he scrolled through tweets.

user

“said i’m fine, said i moved on, i’m only here passing time in her arms hoping i’ll find a glimpse of us” STOP IT THAT’S SO TOXIC AND HEARTBREAKING

user

glimpse of us by harry styles is now the reason why i’m scared to be with someone because what if he’s with me but can only think about his ex

user

say what you want but glimpse of us is proof that harry is toxic as shit and is taking everyone around him for advantage

user

“Maybe one day you'll feel lonely, And in his eyes, you'll get a glimpse. Maybe you'll start slipping slowly and find me again” @harry_styles boy move on and let the poor girl move on too wtf

New tweets were coming in by the second, the song already having had circulated all social media platforms, with quick creators even crying and talking about it on TikTok.

It wasn’t Jeff who caught Harry’s attention, it was the phone call he got as Jeff talked.

You.

If Harry had thought his heart had dropped when his manager first broke the news, he was sure his heart had melted into unfathomable mush at the sight of you calling him.

He didn’t bother to bid Jeff a farewell or excuse himself, all he did was press on “End and accept”, picking up on your call.

He stayed quiet, pressing the phone to his ear in worry.

“Harry?”

And man had he missed your voice.

He cleared his throat, “Hey.”

It was then you who went quiet for a moment, and maybe Harry wished for it to stay that way because what you had said next wasn’t anything he was ready for.

“Don’t–Don’t hey me, Harry,” you said quietly, sounding tired and fed up, “I was–I was doing so well. I was doing so well, Harry.”

He stayed quiet.

“I don’t know if that was a leak, or–or if that’s one of your games now, to, I don’t know, get more people to talk and market for your movies or whatever but–Goddamit, Harry,” you sniffled, “Is this because of the podcast I did? The one with Emma?”

“Y/N, no, I swear–I swear I didn’t mean this, I’m not–I’m not trying to get back at you or–or start anything.”

“Then why, Harry?” You asked, “I talked about you once, just once, and I–God, I regretted it because I thought I was starting shit but then–but then you talked about me in that Howard interview, you like my fucking Instagram posts, you do this shit with liking some people shit talking Joe’s character then you dislike it, you talk about our relationship on Gem’s podcast, and now this,” you listed, “And–And the only reason why I’m keeping fucking tabs is because your fans spam me everywhere,” you sniffled, “I’m followed outside, I’m-I’m papped, I get so much shit for being your ex and–and for breaking your heart when I–When I didn’t, Harry. I didn’t,” you cried, “You did. And I–I thought we would be over this. I thought you’d be happy for me, that you’d try to.

But all you do is–It’s like you’re making sure you’re always so present in my life and it’s not fair, Harry,” you said, “I can’t do this anymore.”

Soundlessly crying, Harry was quiet as he listened to you and while words were heard, he knew that he felt every word of yours with all his senses.

You sniffled, “I want you to be okay, I really do,” you began, “And I don’t know how I can help but I know I need to stay far away from you, Harry, but I–I want you to try to find it in you to accept that I moved on,” you said, “And that I can’t accept you disrupting my peace anymore just because you feel bad about yourself.”

You knew your words were heavy. You knew that saying them felt unreal to you because it was funny how you had never imagined saying these words to him–the first man you truly loved.

But you were tired.

“I’m with Joe because I want to,” you said, “Not because I’m trying to find what we had, and I think–I think you should do that, too. This isn’t you, Harry,” you quietly said, “Don’t put someone through that. Please. It’s unfair and–and that’s enough broken hearts, okay? I know you enough to believe that you can find it in you to be fair. To love honestly or to not strain someone along at all.”

And there you were, still believing in him.

For the first time in a while, Harry spoke.

“I didn’t–I didn’t want things to end up like that.”

You stayed quiet for a moment, “Neither did I,” you replied, “But it’s done now, and it’s a fresh start for both of us.”

“Is there–” Harry paused, sucking in a breath as his kneaded at his tearful eyes, “Y/N, is there–Is there hope? At all?”

“For what, Harry?”

“For us,” he replied quietly.

A beat.

“No, Harry,” you said, “I’m sorry things aren’t going the way you want but I–I wish you find someone.”

“I had you.”

“I wish you find someone you can put first.”

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kingslimeball · 3 months

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The weight of the burdens

Joe Keery x fem!pregnant!reader

Requested by; anonymous

Contents; Angst, fluff, pregnant!reader, 8 year age gap

Summary; Y/n finds out she's pregnant with Joe's baby not too far into their relationship. While waiting for him to arrive home, she has a mental breakdown.

Y/n started dating Joe three months ago. Three months. It's not a casual relationship; her birthday is coming up, and Joe has been planning something for her. He hasn't said what, to avoid giving away the surprise. But he described it in one word. Big.

After Joe's previously... devastating relationship, Y/n has been trying to make things easy for him. She wants to help, of course. Help as much as he's willing to let her. As much as she's willing to go for it not to come across as pity.

Nothing has been rocky so far, which is obviously a good sign for a blossoming couple. Besides the initial drama about their age gap, which doesn't even bother either of them themselves. But as Joe said to the press in response, anything and everything could cause hysteria. He's wasn't wrong. There's worse age gaps.

Nothing could get worse. They've finally gotten over the scandals and the drama. Now they can just relax. Or at least, Y/n can relax while she sits snuggled up under a blanket, perhaps with some hot chocolate while watching a film.

That's just how Joe invisions Y/n's time alone while he's away at work.

Y/n stares at the wall, breathing irregular and sharp. Every so often, she glances back to the pregnancy test in between her fingertips, as if it will change the next time her eyes re-trace the lines.

Fuck.

Slipping the test into her pocket, Y/n finally decides to leave the bathroom after an unknown amount of time has passed in the bathroom. She sits on the sofa, not knowing what to do with herself. The TV is on, but the sound is completely drowned out by her thoughts.

She'll have turned 24 by the time she'll have the baby. That just feels too young. She's still got a life to make for herself, not a life to make in general. Does she even want to keep it? Her gut says no. Her brain says no. But what about her heart? Her heart doesn't know. Her heart makes her think about Joe.

Poor Joe. He's been through a lot of stress in his previous relationship. Y/n doesn't want to be the cause of it, too. She's supposed to be the solution, right? She'd just be making more problems for him by having this to deal with, too. It's just going to add to the weight of the burdens he'll have to carry. She already feels guilty, and nothing has happened yet.

Options of what to do run through Y/n's mind. None seem like perfect options. She could just not tell him and secretly get an abortion. It sounds dumb when she thinks it through. Keeping a secret just sounds worse. Tell him and see what he has to say. That sounds horrible, too. What would he say? What would he do? Would Joe break up with her because he wouldn't be able to handle the stress? Would he get angry, sad, excited? She just doesn't know. None of her options are good options.

Just as her anxiety peaks, she hears the front door of the apartment unlock. Joe is home. She tries to get herself together as quickly as possible, but her hands won't stop shaking.

"Hey, baby." Joe's voice calls through the apartment, sounding rather tired. The strain on his voice just makes Y/n more hesitant to tell him what she's thinking. That's when she realises she's taken way too long to think of a response. "Baby? You okay?"

Y/n's head snaps over to look at Joe in the doorframe. The look on his face says it all... It's been a long day. He takes off his coat and tossed it onto an armchair.

"I'm fine. C'mere." She murmurs, reaching out her arms to him. He smiles softly at her and walks over to sit in the empty spot. Their arms simultaneously wrap around eachother in an embrace, Y/n's face nuzzling into the crook of his neck, Joe's nestling into her hair.

It's so calm that Y/n is close to deciding to not tell Joe any of it. He seems calm, she feels calm. So that should be enough, right? But she can't just keep a massive problem like that a secret. Not just to appease him. She's got to say it. But can she get the words out?

"...Joe?" Y/n murmurs, muffled by the skin of Joe's neck. He turns his head as much as he can to look at her face from a better angle.

"Yes?" He questions. He sits back so he can look at her face. He hears that tone of voice and knows there's something bothering her. He gives her a gentle look to reassure her, whatever it may be.

"I, uhm... Well, there's this... I don't know how to tell you, but..." She trails off each time she tries to tell him. Then, she realises that she doesn't have to get the words out. She looks him in the eyes, regretting it afterwards, and slowly pulls the pregnancy test out of her pocket with her trembling hand. She panics and tosses it into Joe's lap.

Joe looks from her to what's been thrown onto him. He turns it over to see the outcome of the test, and his face falls into something unreadable. He looks at Y/n, then back at the test, then back to her again. "Baby..."

"Yeah, there is one." She replies, confused by what sounds like him speaking as a caveman would.

"No, I meant you baby."

"Ohhhh. That makes more sense."

They laugh softly, softly so that the laugh makes them feel better, but not enough to pierce through the worries and tension.

They make eye contact again, both of them a sombre expression sinking into their features. The look they give each other is enough. Words are unnecessary to say what their eyes say. They don't know what to do.

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allthingsfangirl101 · 5 months

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Protective Best Friend – Joe Keery

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TW: abusive relationship, bruises, violence

I looked at the bruise on my cheek and watched as the tears slowly streamed over it. I reached up to wipe it but my throat tightened when I saw the bruise on my wrist. This one was more purple than the one on my cheek.

I jumped, letting out a small shriek when my phone started ringing. Due to the broken screen, thanks to him, I couldn't see who was calling me. I would've held my breath as I answered but my lungs were killing me.

"Hello?"

"Why do you sound so scared?" Joe chuckled. Suddenly, the tone of his voice changed. "What's wrong, Y/N?"

"Nothing," I stuttered.

"Hey," he said, lowering his voice. "Talk to me. What's going on?"

I opened and closed my mouth, wishing I could tell him the truth. I wasn't even sure where I should begin. There was something I could do instead. . .

"Come over."

"I'm on my way."

* * * * *

I sat on my couch, nervously playing with my hands as I waited for Joe. I tried to figure out how to explain this to him but couldn't come up with anything.

How do you explain to your extremely protective best friend from childhood that the guy you've been dating for two years has spent the last 18 months taking his anger out on you?

My breath and heart got caught in my throat when the doorbell rang. With shaking hands, I stood up and went to answer it. I knew who it was, but I still checked the peephole. I took a slow, calming breath before finally opening the door. The minute I did, Joe's face dropped.

"What happened?!" He panicked as he closed the gap between us.

He gently held my face as his eyes scanned my bruised cheek. I reached up and grabbed his wrists. This was a mistake because Joe glanced down at my wrists, seeing the other bruise.

"What the. . ." He let go of my face and grabbed my hands. I held my breath as he examined my wrists. When he looked back up at me, a sob got stuck in my throat.

"What happened to you, Y/N?" He asked slowly. I opened and closed my mouth, unable to find the right words. Joe took a step closer to me, still holding my wrists, and lowered his voice.

"Y/N, who did this to you?"

I looked at the worry in his eyes and the guilt suffocated me. I opened my mouth but nothing came out again. The longer it took me to respond, the more Joe figured it out.

"No," he whispered. "Y/N, please tell me he didn't do this to you."

"He didn't mean to," I sobbed. "He was drunk and got angry. I was on the phone and he broke a cup because I wasn't helping him. He promised he'd never do it again."

"Yeah, right," he scoffed. "Alex'll never do it again."

"I'm sorry," I finally said, my voice breaking with each word. I waited for him to get angry, but he didn't. Instead, he pulled me into his chest and wrapped his arms tightly around me.

"You have nothing to be sorry for," he said softly. "It's not your fault, Y/N. Alex did this. Not you. He hurt you. And I'm going to fix it."

"How?" I asked, pulling out of his tight hug. Joe reached up with a soft smile on his face and wiped a tear off my cheek.

"By helping you," he clarified. "If you're worried about leaving him, okay. We'll take our time and figure it out. Until then, I will be your buffer. I'll be your escape plan."

"Joe," I sighed, my breath getting caught in my throat. "I can't do that to you. I can't use you like that."

"Of course you can," he chuckled. "I'm your best friend. That's what I'm here for. "

"But. . ."

"But nothing," he instantly said. "Y/N, my job as your best friend is to help you. To stand by your side. To protect you. To hold your hand and wait until you're ready. Then, once you're ready, I pull you with me and we run like hell."

I studied his eyes, finally realizing that he wasn't going to let this go. "Okay," I whispered. "So, what do we do?"

"Simple," he soothed. "If Alex ever starts to get angry, you come to me."

"But. . ."

"Straight to me," he gently cut me off. "I don't care where you are or where I am. I especially don't care what I'm doing. I want you to interrupt me, Y/N. I want you to run to me. Can you do that?"

"Yes," I said a slow smile spreading across my face. "I think I can do that."

"Good," Joe chuckled. "And I mean it. No matter what, where, or when. If something happens, if he threatens you, run to me. Promise me that you come straight to me."

"I promise."

Joe called me every day after work that week. He would be leaving for set or driving home and he'd call me to ask about my day. He'd then offer to pick up dinner and bring it over. Most times I turned him down and told him I was fine.

Any day when Alex would yell at me or be rude or get close to hurting me, I'd beg Joe to come over as soon as he called me. On those days, Joe would bring food and we'd stay up most of the night watching movies.

Friday night, I was in the middle of trying to stay awake during our third movie of the night. Right as I was about to give in and let sleep take over, Joe whispered something that gave me enough courage to finally leave Alex.

"I wish you knew how much it kills me to watch you waste your time on a loser like Alex," Joe whispered. "I wish you knew how incredible and amazing and awesome you are. If I was lucky enough to have you the way he has you, I'd never let you go."

* * * * *

Saturday, I was supposed to go over and "help" Alex clean his apartment. I got there on time, but he wasn't home. I waited in the hallway instead of letting myself in and starting without him. When he finally got home and found me, he wasn't happy.

"What the hell are you doing?!" He snapped.

"I was waiting for you," I said softly, any motivation I received from Joe evaporating.

"You could've gone in and started," he said through clenched teeth. I gasped when he roughly pushed me away from the door so he could unlock it. I regained my footing and wrapped my arms tightly around myself.

Throughout the night, I cleaned Alex's apartment while he yelled at me for doing it wrong. It escalated. His words got harsher and louder. He didn't get abusive until I was mopping his kitchen floor.

My entire body froze when Alex walked in and slipped on a spot I just mopped. I slowly turned around, holding my breath in fear of seeing him on the ground. I would've let out a sigh of relief when I realized he wasn't on the floor but his furious glare stopped me.

"What. . . the. . . hell?"

I gasped and fell to the ground as he hit me. My jaw instantly started throbbing. I looked up at him through the tears in my eyes.

"What is wrong with you, Y/N?!" He yelled. I gasped, the force rolling me to my other side as he kicked my ribs. I didn't remember much else.

A little while later, I woke up still on the floor. When I sat up, I felt like I could barely breathe. I shakily stood up and looked around the kitchen. I was flushed with relief when I realized Alex wasn't home. Pain suffocated me as I tried to leave. I was able to get to the hallway, but tears filled my eyes as I tried to walk down the stairs.

Halfway down the first flight, I had to stop. I slowly lowered myself so I was sitting on a step. I grabbed my phone out of my purse and dialed his number. I felt like I could barely breathe as I listened to the phone ring.

"Hey, you," Joe said as soon as he answered. "What's up? Do you want to get a burger? Or we could order dinner and watch a. . ."

"Joe?"

He instantly stopped talking when I shakily said his name. "What's wrong?" He said, a little bit of anger in his voice.

"I need you to come pick me up," I said, my voice breaking.

"Where are you?"

"Alex's apartment. I was cleaning his place and. . . But I didn't. . . And he. . . He got mad."

"And he took it out on you," Joe said, not an ounce of questioning in his voice. "Stay there. I'm on my way."

* * * * *

After Joe picked me up, he drove me straight home and stayed the rest of the night with me. I tried to convince him not to, but he insisted on staying with me the entire weekend. Eventually, he had to go back to work and I was left alone.

I was in the middle of doing laundry when someone knocked on my door. Hard.

I didn't have to answer it. I knew who it was which is why I didn't dare answer it. The longer it took me to answer it, the louder he knocked. Soon, the knock became a bam. I let out a small shriek as I heard him yelling.

"Where the hell are you?!"

I couldn't move. I couldn't think. The only thing I could do was grab my phone. I was about to call him when Alex came running into the room.

"Seriously?" He scoffed. "You ignored me all weekend!"

"You didn't call," I said before I could stop myself.

"You bitch!"

I woke up several hours later. Tears instantly filled my eyes the second I was awake. I stood up, cringing as the pain flooded my body. I couldn't take it anymore.

In too much pain, I got into a cab and gave him directions to Joe's set. When I got there, I paid the driver and slowly walked onto set. With my arms wrapped tightly around myself, I walked around looking for Joe.

I kept my head down, not wanting to draw attention to myself. The last thing I wanted was for one of Joe's costars to see me covered in bruises. I froze when I saw Joe was in the middle of filming.

Instead of waiting for him with the possibility of someone who knows Joe seeing me, I quickly went to his trailer. I sat on his couch and nervously picked at my hangnails. As I waited, I tried to figure out what I was going to do about Alex. The second his trailer door opened, I stood up and ran to him.

"Oh," Joe gasped as I wrapped my arms around his waist. He slowly wrapped his arms around me. "Is everything okay?"

"I can't do this anymore," I sobbed. Joe didn't respond. He just tightened his arms around me. "But I don't know what to do! How do I get away from him? Just because I ignored him all weekend he came to my apartment and kicked my door in."

"He what?!" Joe yelled as he pulled out of our embrace. I didn't mean to cringe. It just happened. Joe instantly saw me cringe and grabbed my hands, intertwining our fingers. He led us over to the couch and sat down. The second I was on the cushion, he scooted closer to me. "I'm sorry," he said, completely changing the tone of his voice. "I didn't mean to yell, Y/N. I've been worried about him doing something like this. And knowing I wasn't there. . ."

"It's not your fault," I said softly. I saw the look in Joe's eyes sink when he finally got a look at me. He reached up and gently glided his finger across my jaw.

"I don't want you going back to a place with no door," he whispered. "I need my favorite girl safe."

"But I only feel safe when I'm with you." I didn't mean to say it. But when I did, I couldn't take it back.

"Good," he smiled. "Because there's nowhere I'd rather you go than with me."

"That didn't make sense," I giggled.

"But it did," he smirked.

"No, it didn't."

"Yeah, it did."

"No, it didn't."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yep."

"Nah-ah."

Instead of continuing to tease each other playfully, Joe leaned in and delicately pressed his lips to mine. I was too shocked to respond. He slowly broke the kiss, deeply looking into my eyes.

"I'm sorry," he whispered. "I didn't. . . I was just. . . I couldn't help. . ."

This time, I grabbed his face and pressed my lips back to his. Unlike me, he didn't hesitate to kiss back. He grabbed my waist and pulled me closer to him as things quickly got heated. I didn't stop him as he pulled me onto his lap and relaxed into the couch. He finally broke the kiss and leaned his forehead against mine.

"I know things are incredibly complicated for you right now," he whispered, "but you have to know how much you mean to me."

Joe leaned back and couldn't look away from me. "You know how much you mean to me, right?"

"I think so," I stuttered.

"Think so?" He teased. "Maybe I need to explain it again."

Joe leaned back in and kissed me again. I reached up and ran my fingers through his hair as I kissed him back. Without breaking the kiss, Joe carefully laid us down. I let out a soft moan as our bodies rolled against each other. My stomach was going crazy as he reached his hand under my shirt.

"Joe," I gasped, breaking the kiss.

"Sorry," he chuckled.

"It's not that I don't want to. . . I just think we should. . . I haven't officially broken up with Alex yet," I finally got out. I quickly continued, "I've tried, but every time I do, he gets angry and. . ."

"I understand," Joe said, lowering his voice. His smile dropped a little. "What if you just left?"

"What do you mean?" I asked. "I can't 'just leave'. I ignored him for a weekend and he broke down my door. What? I send him a text? He'll kill me."

"I won't let him," Joe said, getting weirdly serious.

"If I leave, he'll know I went to you and then he'll. . ."

Joe pulled me so we were sitting up. Once we were up, he pulled me into his chest and wrapped his arms tightly around me.

"He's not going to hurt me," he reassured. "And he's definitely not going to hurt you anymore."

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ash5monster01 · 1 year

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sicklscream · 1 year

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tmz_tv Fans suspect something between Y/N Styles and Joe Keery after spotting her leaving his car this afternoon. Sources say they were pretty personal 👀

📸: Anonymous

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xxharryxx why do you even bother with this?? They’re filming a movie together it’s expected 🙄

harryfan2 speak it babe

harryfan0 knew she was always wrong for harry, gave me off vibes from the start she belongs to the streets frfr

jadwni there are more pressing matters at hand than a famous person leaving another famous person’s car after filming a movie together

loanjhd yourusername love how over dramatized tmz makes everything 🤣

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yourusername tmz_tv please take this down, this is very ignorant and completely disregards my relationship. I am filming a movie with Joe and he dropped me off at my home after a very long day of filming. Stop spreading lies and focus on the more pressing matters.

y/nlover PREACH BABY

harryfan34 BOSS BITCH ENERGY

y/nandharry the way she can easily overpower anyone she wants just by breathing 😩

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yourusername the disrespect my relationship with my husband gets is astronomical. My closest friend was driving me home from an excruciating day at work and people find ways to paint me as a cheater. Not only that but we are both in a very happy relationship with two people who make us very happy. This may seem dramatic but my feelings are valid and this needs to stop. If this happens again without my consent, I will take action.

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harrystyles I love you so much, my dove 🤍

yourusername I love you so much more 🤍🤍

user2 STOP IM CRYING

user23 they are my parents plz adopt me

harryflorals 💙

user54 i hate tmz so much

user00 she needs to chill 😭 she’s lit one of the most popular people in society rn if course she’s gonna get flash mobbed

user2 this isn’t about being flash mobbed this about the levels of disrespect paparazzi have for celebs who just want to do simple things without being photographed

user99 PREACH

jefezoff love you both

annetwist I miss you guys!! Love you!!

yourusername we miss you more momma! Especially mini styles over here. Definitely will be coming by soon!!

user78 SHUT UP SHE CALLS MAMA ANNE MOMMA AHHHH

user56 i am having a heart attack

user46 I love how passionate their relationship is 😭

tmz_tv We’re truly sorry Mrs. Styles 🙏

user65 LMAO

user98 “we’re truly so sorry” is that why you haven’t deleted the post yet??

#harry styles fanfiction #harry styles instagram #harry styles fake Instagram #husband!harry #social media blurb #harry styles x female reader #harry styles x wife!reader #harry styles fluff

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talaok · 1 year

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Joseph Quinn & characters

♡ = smut ☆ = fluff ➹ = angst

JOSEPH QUINN

1) Long overdue → You're famous and a part of the stranger things cast.You joined the show this season together with Joseph, whom you have a huge crush on, and even though you always thought he didn't like you that way, turns out, you might have been wrong all along... (♡)

2) I’m yours → You are part of the stranger things cast and in a relationship with Joseph. One day during shooting he sees you being a little too friendly to Keery for his liking, and he is determined to clarify who you belong to. (♡)

3) Bad Influence → You and Joe are in a relationship, and you have never had any problems with being professional during interviews. That was until you met him. (☆)

4) A good deed → You work in a music store and when one day Joseph comes into the shop he remains mesmerized by your knowledge of music and guitars. (☆) (pt.2)

5) Tired of resisting → You are a part of the stranger things cast and even though you never admitted it, you and Joseph both like each other, and one day, when he invites you to his house to "practice a scene" your true feelings find a way to come out. (♡)

6) The proposal → Today's the day you have to shoot the infamous sex scene with your least favorite co-star, Joseph Quinn. And even if you certainly didn't expect it, you find yourself confusingly turned on by it. (♡)

7) Out of your league → You're the lead singer of a famous band composed of you and your friends Christian, and Martha. You've always had a huge crush on Joseph Quinn, and have never hesitated to render it public,but at the same time, you've convinced yourself to not have the slightest chance with him. As it turns out, you might have been wrong all along. (☆)

8) Be quiet → You and Joe have sex in his trailer in between takes(♡)

9) Distracted → You wear a revealing outfit for a scene and Joe can’t seem to concentrate... (♡)

10)Costumes → You visit Joe on set and find him in his Eddie costume (☆)

11)The slut and the hunk → the paparazzi take pictures of you and Joe having not-so-vanilla sex and people's opinions are very different for the two of you. (♡ + ☆)

12)Private lessons → You've had a huge crush on your math professor since the beginning of the year, and it would have been a waste not to use the opportunity presented, once he offered to give you private lessons. (♡)

JOSEPH QUINN AND JAMIE CAMPBELL

Stressed → You, Jamie, and Joseph are on the press tour in Brazil, and when they realize you're feeling stressed, they offer to help. (♡) (kinda pt.2)

EDDIE MUNSON

1) Steve can’t know → Steve is your overly-protective older brother that is very opposed to you frequenting the wrong crowd, and especially to you dating Eddie Munson. Still, when you meet each other one day at lunch,it seems there is very little he can do to stop the inevitable.

[ Chapter I Chapter II Chapter III Chapter IV Chapter V Chapter VI Chapter VII Chapter VIII ]

2) I thought we weren't supposed to be heroes → Fix it fic where Eddie cuts the rope that connects the real world with the upside-down to buy more time and you and Dustin find a way to reach him anyway.( ➹ + ☆)

3)A one time thing →Your ex-boyfriend Eddie invites you over totally innocently (♡)

4) A special arrangement → Steve Harrington × Eddie Munson x innocent!reader (♡)

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harrywavycurly · 1 year

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Hope I’m not too late but I would love to see more boyfriend Joe Keery 😘

Hiii lovey!! Nope you’re not too late! I hope you enjoy these conversations, they are totally random😂💖

-find everything boyfriend Joe Keery here✨

*Joe wants wants to make you happy and he knows just the way to do it*

“Hey baby what are you doing?” “I am currently walking home…what are you doing? How is New York?” “It’s miserable…but that’s just because I miss you.” “I miss you too…the apartment is very lonely without you.” “Yeah? Well good thing it won’t be lonely for too much longer.” “What do you mean?” “I mean…you look really cute in that sweater…but also where is all the coffee?” “I look cute? How…how can you see me?” “Look up sweetheart…hi..” “Joseph David Keery what the hell are you doing home already?” “I wanted to surprise you…with breakfast after your yoga class…but how did you manage to drink all the coffee we had in this place over the span of four days?” “Sorry I pulled some all nighters while you were gone…” “oh princess what am I gonna do with you?” “I mean…cuddles and kisses sound good to me.” “Well hurry and get up here then.”

“What’s wrong baby?” “Just had a long day..I’m exhausted…oh something smells good.” “I made dinner…why don’t you go take a bath sweetheart and we can have dinner afterwards…I’ll even run the bath for you if you want?” “Oh I’d love that.” “You want bubbles or one of your bath bomb things?” “Uh why don’t you surprise me?” “I can do that baby…we can have dinner in bed after you’re done in the bath.” “That sounds so nice… will you let me wear one of your sweatshirts?” “As if I’d ever say no to you.” “That’s true…” “now go get comfortable and I’ll go get your bath started.”

“She wants two of the chocolate chip and what else did you want baby?” “Uh a blueberry please.” “And two blueberry muffins please.” “Two? I don’t need two?” “You’re going to want one later tonight I know you baby…we will be sitting on the couch and you’ll turn to me and go those muffins from breakfast were so good I wish we had more…so I’m just avoiding the pouty face you get when we don’t have a certain food item you want.” “You are just too good…oh can we try the pistachio one?” “Sure babe…hi yes can I add two pistachio ones as well…yes that’s it thank you so much.” “You’re just the best.” “Thanks baby…why don’t you go pick out a table for us? I see one by the window is open so you can people watch while you eat.”

#Joe Keery series #joe keery fluff #joe keery au #joe keery x y/n #joe keery fanfiction #joe keery x reader #joe keery x you #joe keery x fem!reader #texting joe keery #joe keery #my little fluffy haired baby #boyfriend Joe Keery #Keery conversations

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credulouskhaleesi · 4 months

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I've been daydreaming a fun but complex $mütty, smut, smut scenario in my head about Tom Glynn-Carney, Matt Smith, Ewan Mitchell, Barry Keoghan, Jacob Elordi, Archie Madekwe, Pedro Pascal, Paul Mescal, Joseph Quinn, Jamie Campbell Bower, Joe Keery, Rory Culkin, Kieran Culkin, Ebon Moss-Bachrach, Will Poulter, & Jeremy Allen White. I'll most definitely narrow it down to 3 or 5 of them per popularity and personal thirst/bias because I feel an odd number would be super spicy & dangerous.

Where reader is rich AF, smart, beautiful woman who just barely got into acting as a hobby & is in a show with the aforementioned hotties and they've just finished filming for the day, had dinner at a 4 star Michelin (hello Ebon, Jeremy, & Will baby! ((In no particular order))Yes Chef daddy...I mean chef..I mean daddy...daddy? DADDY 🫡👨‍🍳💦) and are all hammered when they've been told by production that the hotel rooms reserved for all (but reader) fell through.

Well lucky for them, ol' humble ass reader with her 32 room mansion (all rooms have en suite bathrooms, huge jacuzzi tubs *heh heh* and full-on kitchenettes) invites them all to stay at her place for the duration of filming since she lives so close and chaos and LOTS of pining, romance, and a SHIT TON of the smuttiest and nastiest (cause reader gets down like that and is a D/S switcheroni) sex ensues.

THE ONLY PROBLEM IS... not only do I anticipate that absolutely NO ONE, NILCH, NEMO, NADIE, NIEMAND, NESSUNO, لا احد will even come across, read, or gaf about this post....buttt I also have high expectations of that not a single soul would either be interested or read this fic that I highly anticipate will cost me my blood, sweat, tears, and first born...ya know, nbd.

However if I can get some traction and action on this post (to the tune of 20ish likes and 25% of the likes turned into comments (( 5ish comments to those mathematically challenged, tired, and deranged like I )) )within the next 48 hours (reblog, reblog, reblog my creatures!!!)then I will immediately throw a poll when the time is up to see who my the most fave few of my the above baby daddies have prevailed and made it into my coochie heaven.

In all seriousness, when it comes to me being biased about some of the men I'm trying sooo fucking hard to stop objectifying, I truly do want to get the most popular thrown into this mess however, I know more about some of these men than I do about anyone who is not listed. (Yes this a warning ⚠️ that this will be a RPF, so if that's not your thang, I apologize, but you have been warned) but I will absolutely do my research and take in ANY input given to me by my Champion.

I must say that Elspeth Catton (per Saltburn fame) had it wrong when she said men were dry, and it is my duty to prove her wrong because damn my skull is a hamster wheel and my mind is the hamster..?

Um anyways...those who reblog & interact the most with this post, will have their fave put in automatically because it's hard out in these Tumblr streets and I'd like to share my sexually drustrated (deprived & frustrated had nasty sex to create this creative word that has now become a part of my vernacular and the lovely locution I can't wait to share with my Fumblrs (Tumblr & Friends' bastard child) creative daydreams with as many people who have made it through this bible/, Novella (what a fucking lie, this is a full on Novel & y'all are so incredibly awesome if you have read this far at all!) of mine.

Additionally, I could only be so lucky for you all to spread your legs the word that I'm trying my hand at some filthy, sexy, envy-filled (among other things that will be filled) smut so it can be enjoyed by more because I myself have noticed a lack of RPF about a good handful of the men listed.

Anyways, I must thank you with every Fibre of my being for coming to my TED talk. No really, if you made it THIS far, I'm so grateful to you. I might extend my time limit to 72 hours to receive an overall verdict on whether I should move forward or not, but as far as time goes and how much I wish to put into this, I'd like to start ASAP.

I'd also like to assure you that the grammar, text-speak, and abbreviations will not be as disgustingly available as it was in this post (unless warranted. Hello sexting and texting), and I am very back and forth on whether I want this to be a love triangle or pentagon and honestly could go higher depending on who is chosen by my Champion. I also want to assure the future real MVP/G.O.A.T that whomever you choose will indeed have a lot of research and your input put into who they are for somewhat accuracy's sake.

In conclusion (I promise im really done this time), I hope you all had a wonderful Holiday and have a wonderful New Year!

EDIT: I have decided to include a poll with this post to help my fellow lurkers who aren't keen on commenting.

TLDR; I am wanting to create a smut fic including the above listed men and rich!reader who has taken up acting as a hobby. Production messed up the arrangement of their hotel for the duration of filming, and she invites everyone to stay at her insanely impressive mansion. Thus ensues a smutty love triangle, pentagon, nonagon, or whatever, and I'm just trying to see who is interested in reading something like this. I'm giving 48 hours (maybe a smidge more) time to determine if this is something anyone would be interested in, and this is what the poll is for. Those who reblog, comment, and interact the most will have their fave chosen (even if he, she, or they...[because I'm definitely pan and would love to add a girl, nonbin, or genderqueer actor in as well]..isn't listed). I also want to warn ⚠️ that this is an 18+ 🔞 RPG and assure you that grammar, research, and realism will be included.

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If the upside brought you back in time then Eddie would have become more entrenched in his judging people based on their clique not as individuals position AKA becoming even more like Jonathan. Instead in the upside down he grew enough to admit that he was wrong about Steve AKA more character growth than Jonathan has had over the whole series.

I assume this is reply to my Stancy/upside down post? Because I agree. The theory only Nancy and/or Steve's previous feelings were somehow restored because they were in the upside down has no basis in anything.

And when it comes to character growth, well, it really goes to show you how much Steve, or more accurately, Joe Keery, changed the show.

Stranger Things gets a lot of recognition about going against stereotypes, but that's not really what it was originally supposed to do. Jonathan was the hero. The party were the heroes, and Nancy was the one who was supposed to free herself of Steve's evil influence, which was turning her from the girl who would dress up with her brother and his friends' DnD campaigns, to the girl who bought new bras for her popular boyfriend.

Barb was supposed to be right: Nancy wasn't being herself with Steve because he didn't fit the "freaks are the best" universe being created on the show. If Steve was played by any other actor, he would have been killed off like Jason was, and the moral of Nancy's journey would have been rather simple: choose the freaks because they, not the Steves of the world, are true to themselves, and with them, you can be true to yourself, too. Jonathan and pre-upside down Eddie were supposed to be right and popular crew were supposed to be the assholes forevermore.

And I think a lot of the audience online feels that POV is still true, and it's affecting how they view the show, the pairings they ship, and the pairings they decide to hate. Jonathan represents what the show was originally supposed to be about: the freaks. Steve represents the change of course. It might be in part why there's so much resistance in some places online to Stancy. In the old narrative of the show, they're supposed to be oil and water, so the idea of them reuniting to some might feel like regression. And it clarifies why there were a lot of bad faith readings of Steve’s love confession to Nancy, and it’s why there might be backlash against Nancy if she’s shown to have a real interest in getting back with him.

But since Steve's redemption arc, ST shifted more and more into Breakfast Club territory, which is that characters with radically different backgrounds and experiences can see each other's mutual humanity; establish platonic, familial, or romantic relationships; and evolve so they all (self-declared Freaks and Homecoming Kings) can be their true selves.

And that's why for me at least, it feels like Jonathan was left behind growth-wise because, unlike everyone other main character, he hasn't had to second-guess his assumptions about people. He wasn't supposed to. Other than realizing his mom was right about Will being alive and that she shouldn't doubt Nancy, what core beliefs has he had to change? Maybe it's fitting that the character with the hardest set beliefs about people since the very beginning is the last character to ever have those assumptions challenged?

Anyway, thanks for the message, and sorry for the length of the reply.

#stancy #stranger things

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astranva · 2 years

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Leaked | Backstage Girlfriend blurb

Backstage Girlfriend pt. 1

Backstage Girlfriend!YN Universe tag

Word Count: 1.1k

Category: Angst-ish

Warning: None

Summary: In which pictures of Harry and Backstage Girlfriend!Y/N from when they were together get leaked after their breakup.

A/N: as promised! we can build up on that one together x

There were good and bad sides to everything in life.

For example, attending a concert to see your favorite artist live was a good side of life and being a fan. However, post-concert depression was definitely a thing and it wasn’t at all pleasant.

It was the same thing for breakups; good side is you moving on, bad side is when your ex is one of the most sought after artists and so, their private life is public treasure and once again, you get hurt in the middle.

You knew that Jeff was good at his job. After all, in the small scheme of things, Jeff played a role in your breakup with Harry but it wasn’t like you would put the blame on him, but he definitely was a persuasively convincing manager–it was why you didn’t expect any of it to happen, especially a year after your breakup.

Waking up to the sight of your boyfriend, Joe, preparing breakfast in your kitchen was becoming the norm of your 5-month relationship and you definitely weren’t complaining.

“You’re up,” his calming voice said with a smile.

You hummed, wrapping your arms around his waist, accepting the gentle kiss he placed on your lips, “Good morning,” you smiled, reaching one hand up to brush back his fluffy hair that sat messily on his head.

“Good morning,” he replied, “Slept well?”

You hummed again, nodding, “Yeah, you?”

“Of course,” Joe replied, leaning to place his lips on yours in a gentle kiss once again, “Breakfast will be ready in about…” He turned to look at his preparations, “Two minutes.”

“You’re the best,” you tightened your arms around him in a hug, smiling when you felt him kiss your head before you let him resume his preparations.

Intending to unlock your phone to scroll, you were surprised when you were met with a call from a late cousin whom you never really talked to.

Your eyebrow furrowed, staring at the call coming through before reluctantly answering, “Hello?”

“Y/N!” They answered excitedly, “So not only are you in a relationship with Joe Keery, like, after you were friends with Harry Styles, but you and Styles were actually together?”

Your stomach dropped, “What? What are you saying?” You asked confusingly.

Joe turned around, giving you a look as to ask if you were okay, to which you gave him a shrug.

“You–Come on, Y/N,” they laughed, “Everyone had a feeling about it.”

“I seriously don’t know what you’re talking about,” you said.

“Wait–Wait, you’re not–you’re not kidding?”

“Kidding about what?”

“Damn,” they breathed out, “I’m sorry–I’m really sorry, I thought you knew. There was a leak about you.”

“A leak?”

“Pictures of you and Harry, like a year or two ago? I don’t know, but you were–you know, kissing and all.”

“Oh my God,” you gasped, covering your mouth with your hand.

At that, Joe completely stopped what he was doing to approach you, putting his hands on your arms, “What happened?” He whispered.

“Hey, I’m–Um–I have to go. Bye,” you quickly hung up before looking at your boyfriend.

“Hey,” Joe spoke quietly, seeing the panicked look on your face, “Hey, what’s wrong? What happened?”

“I–” You shook your head, unlocking your phone to open Twitter.

You didn’t even need to search for your name because Twitter already had suggested a tweet for you:

twitteruserhandle: (LEAKED) PICS OF HARRY AND Y/N FROM 2020/2021 (?) via Unknown

You gasped again, eyes wide as you stared at your phone.

Respecting your privacy, Joe stayed quiet but held you still, waiting for you to let him know.

You turned your phone toward him, showing him the pictures.

Joe gazed at them, face falling slightly as he let out a low “shit” before looking at you, “What do you want to do?”

“I don’t–” You were cut off by your phone ringing, the screen changing to show you the caller.

Harry.

You stared at your phone, watching it ring as you tried to imagine how his reaction would be like.

“Are you going to answer?” Gently, Joe asked.

You nodded reluctantly, accepting his call before putting the phone to your ear.

“Y/N?” Harry instantly asked.

“Yeah…”

“Did–Have you seen?”

“Yeah,” you repeated in a different tone.

“I’m sorry, I’m really sorry. We’re working on everything right now. I’ll deal with this.”

“Harry, that’s not how the internet works,” you said, “They’re already probably everywhere.”

“I’ll–Jesus,” he sighed, “We’re doing the best we can to hide them.”

You almost bit your tongue.

Almost.

“You hid it once, I’m sure you can do it again.”

Harry’s words got stuck in his throat.

He deserved that.

“I’m–” You sighed, your shoulders slumping as you closed your eyes, feeling Joe rub your back with a caring look on his face, “Sorry, that was uncalled for. But–Just, try not to drag me into any of that.”

“I get it, I get it, yeah–You’re in a relationship, this is the last thing you need,” Harry, too, almost bit his tongue but it seemed like it had a mind of its own.

You stayed quiet for a short moment, glancing at Joe before looking away, “Yeah,” you answered, “And I’d hate for anything to ruin it.”

Harry’s jaw clenched and his face hardened, because why did you care so much about your happy, healthy relationship with a man many people told him had slight resemblance to him, when he had been romantically unsuccessful ever since you walked out?

Why did you sound distraught over people knowing that you were together when he believed it was something you had wanted?

Why did you have to move on when he had to purchase your shampoo and conditioner because he felt homesick?

Harry hummed, “Yeah. Absolutely. Don’t–Don’t worry, yeah?”

“Yeah,” you answered, “Did this affect you at all?”

“You mean, like…mentally?”

“I meant your sales and whatever else your team cares about, but sure, yeah. Mentally.”

“Why are you asking?” Harry asked, almost feeling defensive.

“Because…” You trailed, looking at the ground, “It was all about that, wasn’t it?”

Harry stayed quiet.

How could he tell you that he was going to journal that you answered his call? How could he tell you that amongst the hundreds of thoughts rushing through his mind, that very phone call inspired 2 songs that he was going to write after hanging up with you?

“I-” He tried, “I’m okay.”

You nodded to yourself, “Good.”

“I’m sorry again.”

“It’s alright, Harry,” you said softly before looking at Joe, “I’ll go now, yeah?”

“Yeah. Yeah, okay.”

“Bye, Harry.

“B–Hey, Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“It was good hearing your voice.”

Your nose scrunched and your eyebrows furrowed, not knowing how to reply.

“Bye, Harry.”

#backstage girlfriend #harry styles imagine #backstage gf!yn #harry styles blurb #harry styles angst blurb #harry styles angst imagine

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lovemadethemdoit · 1 month

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uff i did joe keery wrong… i just learned that one of those viral reel sounds is a djo song called ‘end of beginning' and i pulled it up on spotify and it’s a nice song in full too

his other songs are still not mine but, apologies joe, i guess you do make music i can enjoy

#djo #joe keery

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allthingsfangirl101 · 1 year

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Speak Now–Joe Keery

I woke up with a horrible knot in my stomach. I sat up, the knot weighing me down. When I thought about what was happening in a few hours, that weight in my chest got heavier.

This was not how I should be feeling on my wedding day.

My mom and sisters came into the room, squealing so loud I'm pretty sure every dog in a hundred-yard radius heard them. They yanked me out of bed and started getting me ready. I could hear them talking with excitement as I showered. They continue to buzz about as they did my hair. They were so excited their hands almost couldn't stop shaking as they did my makeup.

"You look amazing!" My mom squealed as I walked out of the bathroom in my wedding dress.

"You feeling okay?" My older sister asked.

"I'm just. . . I think I'm just a little. . . I haven't had anything to eat today. Can you guys go get me some food?"

"Of course!" My mother gasped. "We'll be right back."

I let out a sigh of relief as they left. The second the door closed, I ran into the other room and grabbed my phone. My hands were shaking as I pressed on his contact.

"Aren't you supposed to be getting ready?" He teased as soon as he answered.

"I need to talk to you," I barely got out between holding back my sob.

"Is everything okay?" Joe asked gently.

"Please?" I asked, my voice breaking.

"I'm on my way."

* * * * *

"Y/N?" A soft voice came from the other side of the door. "Is everything okay? You sounded pretty freaked out over the phone. Shouldn't you be getting ready to marry the love of your life?"

"That's the thing," I mumbled. "I don't know if that's true."

"What are you talking about?" Joe asked, his tone slowly changing. He knocked on the door before saying, "Let me in, Y/N. Please? You're making me nervous."

I shakily stood up and walked over to the door. The second I opened the door, Joe pulled me into his chest.

"What's going on, Y/N?" He whispered. "You're not having second. . ."

"What?" I asked when he suddenly stopped talking as he pulled out of our hug. I bit the inside of my cheek as he slowly looked me up and down.

"Wow," he whispered. "You look amazing, Y/N. I mean. . . You look absolutely beautiful. You're always beautiful but. . . Wow. . ."

"George keeps saying he doesn't like puffy dresses," I mumbled, looking down and playing with the tulle. "But I've always wanted a big princess gown."

Joe reached forward and gently lifted my chin. "I think it looks beautiful on you," he whispered. "Besides, it's your wedding day. You can wear whatever the hell you want to wear today. I think you made the right choice with this dress. You look like a princess."

"Thanks," I smiled.

"So," Joe said, clearing his throat as he finally let go of my chin, "You called and said you needed to talk to me. Right away. . . What is it?"

"I don't think I can do this," I whispered, my breath getting caught in my throat.

"What are you. . ." He seemed to answer his question before he even asked it. "Oh, Y/N. What you're feeling are just wedding jitters. It's completely normal."

"No!" I yelled, turning away from him. I was about to run my fingers through my hair but stopped when I remembered how much hairspray my mom put in it this morning.

"Y/N," Joe sighed.

"What if I'm wrong?" I started to stutter. "What if George isn't the one I should be with? What if. . . What if. . ."

"What if he is?" Joe asked gently. "What if he takes great care of you?"

"What if he's not the one I'm supposed to be with?" I asked under my breath.

Joe looked at me like he was hesitating something. He reached over and grabbed my hands which I hadn't noticed were busy trying to ruin my new manicure.

"You're just nervous," he whispered. "As soon as you see him at that altar, those butterflies will disappear."

"Are you sure?" I asked softly.

Joe leaned up and kissed my forehead. When he pulled away, there was something else in his eyes.

"I'm sure."

* * * * *

The doors opened and the audience stood. I took a shaky breath as I started walking down the aisle. I kept eye contact with George until I saw someone else in the crowd. My eyes landed on Joe, smiling brightly at me. He sent me a smirk and a wink as I passed him.

I handed my bouquet to my maid of honor and turned toward George. He smiled as he grabbed my hands. We went back and forth between looking at each other and our priest. Throughout the ceremony, that weight in my stomach never lifted.

"If there is anyone here who thinks these two should not be wed," our officiant announced, "speak now or forever hold your peace."

The room was silent. George and I looked at each other with matching smiles. Until. . .

"I object."

"Who said that?!" George asked, his eyes filling with anger. He turned, his scowl darkening when he saw who was slowly standing up.

"You."

"Joe?" I stuttered. "What. . . What are you doing?"

"I'm sorry, Y/N," Joe said, not looking away from me. "I don't want to ruin your wedding, but I couldn't live with myself if. . ."

"Joe," I whispered.

"You're making a mistake," Joe said as he walked out of the row and into the aisle. He didn't break eye contact with me as he walked toward me.

"I know you think George loves you but. . ."

"But what?!" George yelled. "You think you can do better? Let me tell you something, bud, you had your chance."

"No, I didn't," Joe said, still not looking away from me.

"Don't be such an ass," George scoffed. "Get out of here and stop ruining your so-called best friend's wedding."

"Y/N, please," he stuttered. "Just hear me out."

"NO!" George yelled. "I think we've heard enough."

Joe tried to take a step toward me but George stepped between us. "Wait. . ." I gasped when George took a step forward and punched Joe.

"Geroge!" I yelled. He took another swing at Joe the second he was on his feet. It didn't matter what Geroge did, Joe didn't fight back.

"Enough!" I yelled. George finally got off of Joe. He turned around and opened his mouth but I cut him off.

"No," I said quickly. My hands started to shake as I looked between my best friend and my fiancé. "I don't. . . I can't believe. . . I'm confused but. . . That doesn't mean you should. . . This is all. . . This is too much."

"Y/N, wait. . ."

I ignored Joe's pleas as I picked up my skirt and ran back down the aisle.

* * * * *

"Y/N?"

I tucked more into the stall as I heard Joe coming into the bathroom. I didn't run back to my dressing room like everyone was expecting me to do. I ran to the bathroom in the banquet hall where the reception was supposed to be held.

"Y/N, I know you're in here."

"How?" I asked. Joe let out a sigh of relief as I slowly walked out of the stall with my arms wrapped around myself.

"What do you. . ."

"Everyone else is looking for me in my dressing room," I explained. "But not you. You knew I'd be here."

"Of course," Joe shrugged with a small chuckle. "You're my best friend. I knew that you'd hide in the. . ."

"Why did you object?" I cut him off.

"What?" He stuttered.

"Please don't play dumb with me," I said, my voice breaking. He tried to reach for my hands but I pulled them back and wrapped my arms around myself.

"Y/N. . ."

"Please, Joe," I sighed, clearing my throat. "Just tell me the truth. Why did you object at the wedding?"

"I had to," he whispered. "I couldn't let you marry the wrong guy. . . Especially not when the right guy is in the room."

"What do you mean?"

Joe closed the gap between us. He grabbed my arms and slowly unwrapped them from me. Once they were unwrapped, he pulled me into his chest.

"I mean," he whispered, "the right guy is right here."

"Joe. . ."

"I should've told you," he sighed. "I should've told you a long time ago. I'm sorry I was too much of a wimp."

"Too much of a wimp to what?"

"To do this."

I gasped when Joe leaned down and pressed his lips to mine. It took me a second but I eventually started kissing him back. He broke the kiss and I was out of breath.

"And to say this," Joe added. Before I could ask what he meant, he smiled. "I love you, Y/N. I always have. I love you so much I sat back and watched as you fell for and got ready to marry another guy. All because I thought you were happy. But then you started talking to me this morning about your wedding jitters. As you were walking down the aisle, I couldn't stop picturing me at the other end of the aisle, not George. Next thing I knew, I was objecting. But I don't regret it, Y/N. I do regret destroying your wedding, but I don't regret. . ."

I cut him off by grabbing his face and pressing my lips to his. I felt him smile as he kissed me back. Things heated up as we wrapped our arms around each other. We laughed, breaking the kiss when we bumped into a stall.

"I'm sorry I ruined your wedding," he whispered with his forehead pressed against mine.

"You didn't ruin anything," I whispered back. "You saved the day."

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Deadmen Don’t Get Up

(Deadmen Got No Luck, part II)

Steve Harrington x Henderson!Female!Reader

I suppose the cat is out of the bag now, so here’s a more straightforward synopsis (I ADVISE YOU DO NOT READ IT IF YOU HAVEN’T READ THE 1ST PART YET): this is a Steve Harrington AU, in which after a mission gone wrong, you are thrust into a world where you’re a rising actress playing yourself in a series called Stranger Things... which retraces the past year of your life almost down to a T. Now you have to figure out what happened, but most importantly - what’s real and what isn’t.

New to the series? Try fighting Vecna here.

Gif not mine.

Waking up feels like stepping down from a carousel. You slowly open your unfocused eyes, your vision blurry, and for a moment all you can hear is ringing in your ears. Your brain is a flat battery, refusing to collaborate. You think you hear yourself exhale, your body feeling heavy, like a brunt you didn’t choose to bear.

After a while - minutes? hours? - you realize you’re lying on something soft, head toward an impeccably white ceiling. Your eyelids are leaden, but you’re doing your best to stay awake and focus on something - anything.

You’re about to throw in the towel (Is this what dying feels like? Like you’re a giant grilled marshmallow, dripping all over the place, dissolving into surrounding surfaces?), when a blurry silhouette comes into view, and you’re hit with a sharp, heady smell…

Something like kerosene. Or alcohol?

“Hey,” a woman, standing perched over you, softly speaks. You blink what feels like a thousand times before you can actually make out her face. She’s in her mid-thirties, blue eyes, wavy blonde hair tucked away in a ponytail.

She’s also wearing white scrubs, and the bright colour is making your eyes water.

“How are you feeling?” she asks, laying her cool palm on your forehead for a moment, checking for fever.

“Alive,” you say, barely articulating, your mouth dry as sawdust. You force yourself into yet another blinking session, just to make sure your body responds the way you want to.

For the next step, you try to raise your right hand to your face, and as your fingers rub your forehead, you feel something rough and patchy glued to it.

“Take it easy,” the woman hurries over to you from somewhere above you, where you can’t see, and softly takes your wrist, forcing you to lower your hand. “You hit your head pretty hard when you collapsed. Gave your friends a scare of their life, you know that?”

Friends.

Robin. Nancy. Steve.

What happened to them? Did they get out? Are they hurt? Is Vecna dead?

Instinctively, your hands fly to your chest and you press your palms against where your wound should be.

Or rather, should have been, because there’s nothing there. Just an expanse of a cotton t-shirt on smooth skin, and total absence of pain.

“Where is…” you groan in an attempt to tie your words together, still too weary to form a coherent sentence.

“Joe?” the woman supplies, thinking she’s being helpful.

Who the fuck is Joe?

“Which one?” she continues, same soft expression on her face. “Quinn or Keery?”

Jesus H Christ, what is she on about?!

“Steve?” you whisper, and make an attempt to sit down, leaning on your hand pressed into what seems to be a bed.

Images of Steve throwing the Molotov cocktail at Vecna flashes before your eyes; the way the fire reflected in his chocolate irises… Your heart twists.

“Keery it is, then,” the nurse smiles sweetly, oblivious to what you’re going through. “He’s outside with the gang. Do you want me to call them all in?”

“No”, you blurt out, your eyes growing wide. What gang?! “Just him. Please”.

The nurse nods slowly, her brows now furrowed in suspicion as she gives you an assessing look.

“I need to ask you a couple of questions before I can call him, okay?”

Your insides grow cold as the realisation of how dangerous this situation you’ve gotten yourself into might be finally seeps into your cotton-like brain.

You have no idea where you are, and you don’t know how you got here. You are supposed to be dead. There’s a woman in a some kind of a bedroom with you, and she’s dressed like a doctor. Or a scientist.

Like - a scientist from the goddamn Hawkins Lab, for example.

Before you can properly panic and whip your retarded brain into a frenzy, your stubbornness kicks in. You refuse to play victim, and feel scared. Instead, you sit down fully in your bed, your legs stretched out (at least you’re not tied up or anything, you notice) and you face the woman head on.

“I want to see him”, you tell her, your eyes narrowed. “Ask me whatever the hell you want, but I want him with me”.

Looking a little surprised at the intensity of your request, the pretty doctor throws her hands up in the air, as if saying, as you wish.

As she steps out of the room, you hear her heels click on the floor, the echo of her steps becoming quieter and quieter.

In a blink of an eye, you’re on your feet, taking in your surroundings.

You’re still dressed in the same clothes you were wearing at Vecna’s lair, but all your ammunition seems gone. You scan the room with your eyes, desperately searching for something even remotely resembling a weapon. You fail spectacularly.

The room is spacious, arranged in soft peach and lilac colours, with bouquets of flowers popping up here and there. It looks like a normal room: high heeled shoes thrown in the corner, make up littering the vanity on your right, and a half-open door leading to a small walk-in closet.

Either Hawkins Lab got some funding to transform its rooms into 5 star accommodation, or you’re not in Hawkins Lab. Just when you decide in favour of the second guess, the pretty doctor reappears in the doorway…

…and your wide eyes meet Steve’s.

His chocolate orbs are warm and worried, as he steps into the room cautiously as if afraid to scare you off. He’s wearing a simple white t-shirt and a pair of jeans with a strange cut, his hair a bit messy, as if he’s been brushing his fingers through it nervously for the past couple of hours.

Your heart hammers in your chest at the sight, and you force yourself to keep the waterworks at bay.

“Hi”, you say quietly, not taking your eyes off him.

It prompts him to give you a genuine, soft smile, even though his shoulders still seem a little tense.

“Hey, love”, he says gently, stepping closer.

Biting on the inside of your cheek, you consider your options; but then your heart wins, and you spread your arms wide, going for a hug.

It’s so subtle, you almost miss it. A second-long hesitation in Steve’s eyes, a touch-and-go sentiment of confusion making him pause for a moment.

When you land into his arms, he doesn’t squeeze you hard, like you would expect him to. His touch is cursory, as if he’s afraid to impose.

Something is off. Seriously off.

“Do you mind if Joe stays here while I ask you a couple of questions?” The beautiful nurse is in your view, while you chin rests on Steve’s shoulder.

For God’s sake!

“Who’s Joe?” you ask purposefully, weakening your hold on Steve, as you look first at the very confused nurse, then at a downright shocked Steve, as he still keeps near, but stares at you like you’ve grown horns.

Before either of you can say anything, the nurse steps closer, her expression a little amused.

“Let’s start from the beginning, love,” she suggests as she takes your hand and leads you back to the bed. You sit down on the very edge of it, as she motions for Steve to join you both, pointing at a beautiful baby blue chair at the foot of the bed.

“What do you remember about your day?” she looks at you attentively, trying to read your face.

I made weapons out of bottles filled with kerosene and then went to Upside Down to kill that asshole Vecna and save the world.

“Uh- Not much”, for some reason, you feel like this is a safer option. “What should I remember?”

It’s a trick and it’s not very subtle. The nurse nods at you, amusement still present on her face.

“I’ll tell you in a minute”, she reassures. “What about… Do you remember what year it is?”

You start to open your mouth because of course you know the answer to that one, but then you halt at the very last second.

Something tells you that it’s not as easy as it seems.

Because - no matter how headstrong you may be - your brain is apparently hardwired into seeking out that someone who you know will protect you from all evil and danger - you turn to face Steve, searching his face for an answer. He’s picking at his lips with his fingers, his shoulders tense again, as he leans forward. Your gazes lock, and there’s a prayer in the depth of his eyes.

“I don’t know”, you answer at last, not able to break the eye contact; it feels as if you were to look away from him, this entire world would fall apart. At the same time, a strange thought crosses your mind, as you take in his frown - you catch yourself missing the soft lines around his eyes when he smiles.

“I have no idea”, you mutter, and then you’re turning back to face the nurse. She nods again.

She stands up from where she was sitting beside you, and smoothes out her skirt.

“Joe here tells me that you collapsed right in the middle of shooting the Stranger Things finale. Neither of your colleagues and friends saw what exactly happened, you just seemed to faint. You fell and hit your head pretty hard on the floor”.

You’re listening to her carefully, trying to keep your mouth from falling open. At her last words, your hand flies up to your forehead.

‘Yes, we had to patch you up a little bit. We should be able to take the stitches out in a couple of days, don’t worry”, she smiles again.

Shooting? Stranger Things? Stitching?… What?!

“Now, it would seem that you have no recollection of your day. I’m not too worried about that, to be honest, this sometimes happens when you get a slight concussion”, you swear you see her lips move, but you are really struggling to understand. “But the fact that you can’t recall what year it is, it’s a little more alarming”.

You frown at her words. Would you be better off telling her it’s 1986? For some reason, this feels like a faux pas in advance. You bite down on your bottom lip in concentration and let your eyes wander.

Your gaze falls on a stack of papers on the floor at the foot of the bed, and you almost have to make a double take.

“2021?!” You exclaim, reading the date printed there, your eyes dashing to her face.

You don’t know what scares you more. The fact that that’s what’s written on the paper, or the fact that the nurse’s face suddenly lights up and she nods frantically.

Fucking hell!

“Yes, that’s right”, she says happily. “You got it”.

%!’(§&(%+*!!!

“Uh- Love?” Joe? Steve? Whoever the fuck this is, interrupts your mental tirade, as he clears his throat. “Joe really wants to see you. He’s been worried sick”.

You stare at him, half dumbfounded, half as if he’s suddenly grown a dick out of his forehead.

Seriously, now?! How many fucking Joes are out there?!

You have apparently died and somehow got resurrected in the future, where every man’s name is Joe. Not Joseph or Joel, not even Joey. JOE.

Getting uncomfortable under your blatant stare, Joe / Steve shifts in his seat.

“Joe Quinn?” He supplies with the same stupid confidence like it is supposed to make all the sense in the world to you.

That’s when the last of your braincells give out, screaming, and you know you need space before you lose your mind once and for all.

“I- I need a breather”, you bury your face in your cupped hands, your mind running hundred miles a minute. “I can’t do this right now”.

“I can’t do this right now,” you hear your own voice ring in your ears, and all of the sudden, all you see is Steve, his eyes pleading, his heart slowly breaking at your feet as flecks of dust float in the air around the two of you.

You’re standing up and you’re heaving a breath, your ribcage feeling like it shrinks with every passing second. Joe / Steve / Jesus - whatever the fuck he’s called! jumps up as well, next to you in a matter of seconds. He’s holding your elbow softly, as if not daring to overstep, to make it more intimate, and that shy touch makes you want to tear your hair out.

But then your eyes find his, and you’re nodding in permission - and this is all he needs to wrap you into a warm embrace again - so strange but also quickly becoming familiar.

“She needs someone to stay with her tonight”, you hear the nurse say. “Make sure to pass the message to her PA so they can make the suitable arrangements. I left medications on the kitchen table…”

“I’ll stay with her”, you feel the rumble of Steve’s (goddamnit! - Joe’s!) chest and it comforts you more than it should.

It’s then and there that you decide - fuck it. Whatever his name is, this man looks like Steve and is just as protective of you as the real one. Whatever comfort he can provide, you’ll take it.

For the next few hours, you’re the definition of an ostrich. Head in the sand, pretending like nothing strange is happening - the less attention you get right now, the better.

Call it a survival instinct. The pretty nurse doesn’t leave without making you swallow a bunch of painkillers (which you keep under your tongue and promptly spit out after excusing yourself to go to a bathroom). She promises to stop by and check on you tomorrow before walking out. Joe Keery (this world’s Steve Harrington-look alike, the fact you’re still trying to wrap your head around) guides you to a beautifully decorated, be it tiny kitchen, and without speaking as much as a word, whips you a delicious sandwich with salmon and avocado.

“Come on, love, you gotta eat a little somethin’,” he says pushing a plate in your direction.

Deciding that if he wanted to kill you, he wasted a million of chances already, you grab the sandwich and sink your teeth in it.

“This is finger-licking good”, you inform him with your mouth full, and he flashes you a smile so bright, you almost fall of a chair.

(You did almost fall off a chair, but rather because of how weary and tired and overwhelmed you feel).

“Does your head hurt?” he asks, watching you devour the food. You shake your head no at him, but he doesn’t seem convinced.

Joe watches you with a deep frown, and the minute you finish eating, he helps you off the bar stool and is guiding you back into what appears to be your room. He gently nudges you towards the bed, and you obey, sitting down on its edge, arms hanging awkwardly between your knees.

“You should call your parents,” he says, pointing at something on the vanity. Your eyes follow. “Tell them you’re alright”.

You don’t say anything right away, just stare in a daze at the mirror perched on the top of the vanity table.

You look different. Your hair is messy, but it’s softer, framing your face in smooth, shiny waves. You skin is glowing, slightly sun-kissed and smooth, not a scar in sight. Your lashes are long and silky, and there’s something… carefree and brilliant about the way you look. Except for your eyes.

These big eyes, looking like they’ve seen hell and then some, do not belong on the face of the girl who’s staring back at you.

“I’m going to run to my trailer real quick,” Joe says slowly, and you kind of hate that tone, because it comes to show that he’s confused. It feels like everything about you is confusing him. When your head whips to face him, he smiles, be it a little uneasy. Still, his smile could move mountains. “I’ll be back in a few. Pinky promise, not going to leave you to fend for yourself”.

You can’t help but chuckle at his words, as you turn away.

“That’s alright,” you say in a tone lighter than you actually feel. “I’ll grab a shower while you’re out”.

All of the sudden, this interaction feels almost too normal. You know that Joe thinks the same thing, as he hesitates for a moment. But then he’s on his feet and only stops by the door to throw a glance at you over his shoulder.

“Please be careful while I’m away. Don’t do anything… drastic”, he adds.

You roll your eyes at him.

“You mean like try and drown myself in the shower? Here goes my plans”, you bite back jokingly, as he shakes his head.

“Alright, okay”, he says more to himself as he walks out. “You’re going to be okay”.

The minute the door closes behind him, you spring into action. You rush to the desk in the opposite corner of the room, rummaging unceremoniously through its different compartments.

It’s all paper, pens, lipsticks and sticky notes, until you get a hold of what looks like a soft leather pouch. When you unzip it, you catch a passport, a driving license and a bunch of other papers staring back at you.

With a deep sigh, you flip the passport open.

Jesus H. Christ.

You twist the document around, making sure it’s your face on it. Oh, it certainly is, be it looking fresher, and prettier. You groan, slapping the passport against your forehead.

Your name is Love.

That’s why they wouldn’t stop calling you that - it wasn’t a little sign of affection, oh no. This was your goddamn name.

You died, and got put back on this Earth, in the future, armed with a name of a goddamn pornstar.

(In all honestly, you’d take Joe for a name over Love any fucking day. No matter how many of them is out there already).

Love Breming D’Amilino. 20 years old.

You assumed that in this reality, your parents didn’t love you very much.

This is when you recall Joe’s comment about calling your parents.

Discarding your passport and other documents on the table, you walk up to the vanity, where you don’t spot any phones.

Unless, you think, picking up this weird mirror-like object…

You jump up and yelp as the thin piece of mirrored metal starts vibrating in your hands, some kind of melody seeping out of it. Unfortunately, you don’t drop it, and something strange happens as the words “Face ID” flash on its surface.

Next second you know, two middle-aged strangers are staring at you questioningly.

“Fucking hell!” you yelp again, dropping the thing on the floor and speeding out of the room like the carpet is on fire.

You keep hearing voices as their echo follows you, until you reach the front door of the trailer (you figured, this is where you were, when Joe mentioned running over to one of his own - you must be in some kind of a trailer park).

The strangers voices’ dissipate, and get replaced by other two, much more familiar this time around.

You carefully turn the doorknob to pull the front door open, merely an inch.

Your heart skips a beat as you see your brother at the foot of the stairs leading to the trailer, with Joe’s / Steve’s back turned to you.

“Dustin”, you whisper, and the pinching in your nose is ever present. You have to grip the doorframe to keep yourself from running out to him; you push the urge down with all your might, commanding yourself to focus on the conversation instead.

“…she’s pretty out of it, I guess”, Joe runs his hand through his thick mane of hair, pushing it back. And there is something so Steve about him, your heart aches. You force your eyes shut and take a second to breathe.

“I think-“ he stops himself mid-sentence, as if weighting his words. “I think she really thought I was him, man, when she first woke up”.

“Him?” Your brother - or, rather, his doppelgänger, echoes, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Oh come on, Gaten”, Joe shakes his head in frustration before putting his hands on his hips, trying to fake a confident stance. “She thought I was Steve”. As soon as his words reach you, you freeze, not sure what to do. So they both know who Steve is. Your Steve. But how? Do they know about Dustin? And Robin? And you?!

How’s any of this possible?

“Woah”, the boy looking like your brother all but voices your thoughts. “That’s pretty effed up, huh?” Effed up. Effed up.

Somewhere in the universe (if it still even exists), you brother Dustin - mouth of a sailor - just had a seizure.

“You’re telling me,” Joe sighs, looking to a side, and you can feel wheels turning in his head. “How’s Quinn?” He suddenly asks. “I swear I’ve got no idea why it’s me that she- you know, wants around right now. I don’t know what’s happening, man”.

Even as you watch him from behind, Joe - Steve - looks so uncomfortable and stressed, you have half a mind to walk out, wrap your hands around him from behind and be the one to tell him that he is going to be okay for a change.

“Neither does he,” Gaten, as you learned, sighs. “He’s pretty out of it too, I guess”.

A heavy pause hangs between them for a minute, until Joe’s back tenses, and he speaks again.

“She’s sitting there with a concussion, man - there’s no way I’m leaving her, even if I have to hurt somebody’s feelings. For as long as she wants me to, I’m staying”, his tone is firm and non-compromising. “Besides, I’m sure she’ll get better by tomorrow. It will all sort itself out, yeah?”

Uh, you (almost?) died and somehow ended up here, in some fucked-up version of the future, and it seems you’re surrounded by people you swear you know, but whom you’ve also never met.

Unless this mindfuck has an expiration date, nothing will sort itself out.

Not without your help.

With this realization, you decide you’ve heard enough, pulling away from the door to go and mull over everything in the burning hot shower you desperately need. But Gaten’s next words stop you.

“What about you, man?”, the boy says, sympathy in his voice almost tangible. “This must be an effing torture for you… To be with her like that without actually being, you know…”

Gaten gestures towards Joe for a lack of words.

Your throat tightens for some reason, your heartbeat a wild and determined creature trying to claw its way out of your ribcage. Your mind doesn’t dare to guess what these words mean; while your heart has already figured it out.

“It doesn’t matter”, Joe responds curtly. “She’s the priority right now”. He says right now, but it sounds a hell of a lot like always.

Now you are sure you’ve heard enough.

As silently as you can, you retreat back-first into the corridor, and slip behind the bathroom door that you’ve identified earlier.

As you stand under scalding hot shower, your mind is a raging hurricane of questions, recent discoveries, emotions and guesses.

You may not know how you ended up here; nor have you any idea where this is, exactly.

All you know is, dead or alive, in 1986 or in 2021, small town girl or some kind of a frugal actress with a pornstar name…

Could it be?

Steve Harrington - across space and time - is always some sort of in love with you.

Always.

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