There’s a strange lull after the Upside Down is sealed shut, after it’s all over; Steve can see everyone struggling with it, particularly Eddie: it’s not like a town goes from vilifying you to doubling back on everything overnight.
Hawkins is quiet, ghostly. And yet, somehow Steve and Robin still have their jobs at Family Video—Steve is torn between laughing at the absurdity of it and being grateful for the familiarity. Every few shifts or so, Eddie will show up, uncharacteristically quiet, usually grabbing a chair in the back, out of view from the customers; Steve will take his lunch break there just so they can chat, unless Eddie has fallen asleep. Steve starts to suspect that the main reason Eddie comes is just so he can listen to the background noise of Robin and Steve: working, gossiping, teasing each other.
But Eddie seldom joins in on the banter himself. He seems jaded, worn around the edges; and there’s a shade of uncertainty to his now rare smiles. It doesn’t suit him, Steve thinks.
He gets the idea on a closing shift, five minutes till they can officially lock the doors to customers. The store is already empty, so Eddie has left the back room to instead perch on the counter, eyes vacant.
With a sudden spring in his step, Steve shuts the blinds prematurely. “Hey, Rob,” he calls across, “five minutes till showtime.”
Robin blinks uncomprehendingly for a second before giving a blinding grin. “Oh, you’re on.”
When was the last time we did this? Steve wonders. They’d come up with the routine together, during one of their first closing shifts here. It feels like a lifetime ago.
He keeps an eye on his watch, counting the minutes down, then makes a show of locking the doors. He smiles when Robin turns the radio on full blast at precisely the moment that he flips the sign to ‘Closed.’
He sees Eddie look up in vague curiosity at the sound. The DJ is currently chatting, and when Robin rolls her eyes, “Ugh, come on,” Eddie gives a quiet snort.
“You good, Buckley?”
“Yeah,” Steve says, “she’s just impatient.”
He narrowly avoids a VHS case to the head; he ducks, then chuckles at Eddie’s bemusement, Robin’s smile of anticipation.
The DJ plays a little jingle…
…And then the unmistakeable intro to Cyndi Lauper’s ‘Girls Just Wanna Have Fun’ fills the store.
Steve whoops. “Yes.”
Eddie tilts his head—still confused, but a little smile tugs at his lips, like he can’t help it. “What are you…?”
He trails off as Steve starts to skip his way down an aisle, tidying away tapes along to the beat, with all the theatricality of Broadway. Robin cheers like she’s watching a live concert.
Eddie is staring in disbelief; Steve winks, unabashedly over the top.
Showtime.
Steve mouths along to the lyrics—vaulting over the counter, Eddie scrabbling out of the way with a hilarious yelp, he grabs the phone in time for ‘The phone rings in the middle of the night,’ and if he puts even more feeling into ‘My father yells, ‘What you gonna do with your life?’’, well, it’s all part of the performance.
By the time the song ends, he’s breathless, and Robin is cheering herself hoarse, and Eddie—
Eddie is beaming.
“Jesus Christ,” he says, with hushed delight. He’s looking at Steve like he just hung the moon and the stars, eyes sparkling. “What the fuck was that, Harrington? This is the best day of my life.”
Robin is cackling. “Right? The first time he did it—”
“The first time?!”
“—I wanted to, like, invent time travel, just so I could tell myself, hey, one day you’re gonna watch Steve Harrington lipsync.”
Eddie is cracking up, laughing so hard he almost falls off the counter. It’s the most relaxed he’s been in ages, surely the happiest Steve has ever seen him. “There’s no way anyone would’ve believed you.”
“Rude,” Steve says, ruffling some fingers through his hair to fix the flyaway strands. “I’ve honed these skills for years.” He catches Eddie’s eye, winking again. “You’ve not even seen my ABBA moves.”
Yeah, Steve thinks, catching his breath before another song begins. He smiles softly—Eddie’s continuous giggles are a triumph. There you are.
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Fae dick will break the joker after Ethiopia.
Heck yeah.
Fae? Or any other creature? They’re vindictive. Vindictive to a fault. And loyal. They don’t give away their love easily. Yeah, they can feel fond of things. Even like them. But love? Familial or otherwise? That’s sacred to them. More so to Dick, who already had to suffer losing his family once. So this? Yeah, he’s not having it.
But oh, if you think Joker’s just gonna get killed off then you’re so, so wrong. There are so many other ways, better ways, to make a human suffer. Worse things than death. Worse things than any kind of torture humans could come up with.
Dick makes Joker pay. Every second Jason had to spend with that madman is amplified tenfold, stretched into eternity. Dick traps him in a nightmare he will never wake up from. By the time he’s done with Joker, there won’t be an ounce of that monster left inside that sick little brain. There won’t be anything left of the joker.
By the time Dick allows the creatures to eat Joker alive, the man’s been begging for death for what translate to several centuries to the human mind.
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Soldier Poet King - One Piece ver.
There will come a captain
whose smile is bright and free
with a hat that's made of straw
and stretch as vast as seas
for fun and adventure
he'll do as he please
and if you want a savior
give him something to eat
There will come a swordsman
who wields not one but three
the first mate of our captain dear
and made of loyalty
senses sharp
and a goal to reach
from a fight he never runs
to win he is ready
There will come a burglar
as pretty as can be
with her maps all drawn by hand
she'll navigate the seas
her eyes on the clouds
and royalties
she'll command the ship they sail
and guide them to safety
There will come a liar
who's always quick to flee
a marksman whose eyes are clear
and hands that are steady
a sniper, a warrior
and fights bravely
listen to his tales so tall
he'll stand for his friends' dreams
There will come a chef with
a deep love for the sea
a dreamer and a fighter but
flirtatious he can be
has flaming kicks
and a love for ladies
and if your paths they ever cross
you'll never leave hungry
There will come a reindeer
who might look cowardly
a doctor who has a heart
bigger than his body
a child named a monster
and slightly naive
but if you look one final time
he's more human than he seems
There will come a scholar
a flower-like beauty
has a love for reading
and archeology
with limbs that blossom
unnerving is she
for her nation she'll explore
and answers she will seek
There will come a cyborg
a proud shipwright is he
a little shameless and he wears
his feelings on his sleeves
works filled with passion
and creativity
he will build a ship for us
to sail on every sea
There will come a skeleton
who's gifted tunefully
a lonely life he has led
existence a mystery
a promise to fulfill
and a lifetime of memories
the musician will play a song
and sing with joy and glee
There will come a helmsman
the first son of the seas
like a calm before the storm
he fights powerfully
he's gentle, he's righteous
and pushes equality
the fishman steers with a smile
and laughs wholeheartedly
There will come a pirate crew
'The Strawhats' namely
the world will hear their laughter
as they go on this journey
with hopes and dreams
and desires to achieve
come and join as they travel
the Merry and Sunny
With hopes and dreams
and desires to achieve
watch and read the story of
how they find the~
One Piece.
breaking out of my manga posting for the sake of this idea I had. The world needed to see this.
READ TAGS BELOW (only if you want to tho)
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