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1lenii · 11 months

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Fuck them kids

Miles (G) Morales x F!Reader

⚠️⚠️⚠️THE SONG IS FOR SATIRE PURPOSES⚠️⚠️⚠️

The classic, don’t underestimate me cs I’m a girl

As you know, bonding time with miles as he proves “Fuck these kids, that’s 4ever the moto” - Kali

⚠️cursing, degrading means against children, bullying if you wanna call it that, mentions of violence(only for the game and physical irl)

For the sake of decency these middle schoolers are in 8th grade and miles and (Y/N) are sophomores

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“Fuck you and your dead rat dumbass, where your mom at”

(Y/N) peeps her head from the crack of her boyfriends room, as he yelling more than normal at his game.

“Oh yea?? What you gonna do go cry about it?”

(Y/N) heard murmuring from the other side of the headset that’s seemed to respond in a more ruder tone then last time,

through the headset that rested atop of Miles head leaving a dent in the half that had his Afro and sitting perfectly on the side that had 2 braids

(Basically half out and other half braided; with a hair pick from more visual representation)

‘Seems he got distracted while doing his hair again’ (Y/N) mentally notes, and imaginary sweat drop forming next to her eye brow

“Uh Miles..”

“What.”

“Are those the same middle schoolers from down the block?”

“No..”

The uncertainty of Miles tone gave it away, (Y/N) open the door even more allowing her body access to the room, positioning her self behind Miles gaming chair

“Don’t you think you should be nicer?”

“Nice? When was that a option for you” Miles side eyes you before returning back to the aggressive violation that is shooting

(Y/N) slightly gasps, putting a hand to her chest for effect while pouting

“I’m nice”

“When you want to be”

“I guess, you should still be nicer to them, there only in middle school after all”

“Nu uh ma, fuck these kids” Miles says through the headset noise, violently pressing at his controller

“Papi you can’t be violating kids because they shooting better or whatever it they’re doing” (Y/N) says not being able to contain her laugh

“Como esto es un chiste, why don’t you come play” he’s say taking off his headset and gesturing it towards you, raising a eyebrow in the process

(Y/N) takes the invitation taking the headset and adjusting the muffs to fit her head, Miles pulls her by the waist adjusting her so she sit right on his lap, passing her the controller

“AiI Ma I taught you the basics not to long ago, do your best”

“You talking knowing damn well I’m better then you”

“Not true”

“Keep dreaming pretty boy”

*initiate operating: the mic is now on*

(For my sake a yours I’ll change of the writing style)

Kid 3: Yooo miles you back? I was getting tired of cooking you

(Y/N): oh were you really?

Kid 2: whoa.. who you?

(Y/N): his girlfriend ya kids clueless

Kid 1: booo I got a girl for a teammate wtf

Kid 2: must suck LMAO

Kid 3: don’t worry girly I’ll make sure you the one ending up clueless

(Y/N) just laughs along with Miles who whispers ‘watch yaself’ into the mic

Few minutes into the game and (Y/N) already gotten 20 points for her team

Kid 1: woah I didn’t know your that good

Kid 2: don’t praise her the game ain’t over dickhead

*the game has now ended, with a score of 15 to 62 Miles/Kid1 Wins*

The In game announcer announces as (Y/N) cracks her fingers, “and that’s how’s it’s done little boys, before ya go assuming ya better then a girl, humble yourself maybe you’ll get a girl after”

Kid 3 gf: uhhh who are you talking about little girl watch who you talk to

This random girl appears on the mic, sounding sassy like almost irking (Y/N)

“Don’t test me, who you calling little girl” (Y/N) says with a sadistic smile

“You, what are you deaf, it’s on sight when I see you, don’t talk to my man again”

And with that the girl left the call for kid 3

“Can’t wait to see how that pans out” Miles laughs into your back hugging at your waist

“That little bitch trying” (Y/N) says with the same smile

“It’s fuck them kids right?”

(Y/N) sighs leaving the conversation open for further and future elaborations

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It’s been three days since that game, (Y/N)

Has been chilling knowing she would get touched ‘obviously their empty threats’ (Y/N) deadpanned

While walking the block she catches up with Miles who HAS FINALLY DONE HIS HAIR, was in front of 2 kids around his height and girl

“Ohoho look who decided to show up”

(Y/N) analyzes all of them, “who are you?”

“Better remember me little girl”

“I’m not so little if you looking up to me😭 it’s was on sight, right? I’m waiting and make this quick” (Y/N) dropping her bag food over to Miles, who was literally un phased knowing how this was about play out

“Oh fo’real? Ii girl if you says so” the girl from the match 3 days ago, rolls up her sleeves already swinging

(Y/N) dodge dragging Miles by the hand leaving them behind

The girl fell flat on her face with her bf attending to her

While the other kids said ‘hey!’ And a bunch of other things to retaliate too

(Making this cliche bare with me)

(Y/N) and Miles walk further and deeper into the street into the fading color of the sunset hitting the streets and the buildings with in

“Miles, fuck them kids”

Miles chuckles leaning in to kiss the top of her head, smiling shortly after

“Fuck them kids”

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lau219 · 2 months

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Won’t You Be My Neighbor?

Part 2

Part 1 here

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“Hey, Y/N! What are you doing here?”

Turning from the chain link fence, Y/N smiled as her eyes fell upon the young boy who came up beside her.

“Hi, Max,” she replied. “I’m here for Henry’s game. His coach called and asked me to come.”

“Why?” Max asked as he looked up at her.

“Well, the other nurse who usually comes to the games isn’t feeling well and she couldn’t make it, so the coach asked me to be here instead.”

“Oh,” Max replied. “Well, the other nurse usually sits in her car and watches from the parking lot.”

Y/N smiled. She knew her coworker typically napped in her front seat while at the kids’ baseball games. It was the community center’s policy to have a nurse present at every game in case anyone got hurt, and while all the nurses would jump at the chance for the extra 90 minutes of pay at the beginning of the season, the person who ended up landing the gig each year usually wound up regretting it within the first few games. They’d realize too little too late that the extra pay wasn’t worth the 90 minutes of sheer boredom. But Y/N had happily agreed to cover for her coworker that afternoon when the coach had called; she enjoyed seeing the kids have fun, and she could catch up with a few of her girlfriends who had sons or nephews on the team. She’d filled in several times in the past, and she’d never been bored.

“I prefer to watch the game up close,” Y/N answered as she reached down and ruffled Max’s hair. “Is that ok with you?”

“Yeah,” he replied as he smiled up at her. “You’re a lot nicer than the other lady, and you like baseball. You’re pretty cool for a girl.”

Y/N smiled again.

“Thanks,” she replied. “I think you’re pretty cool, too.”

She continued to smile as she looked down at the 8-year-old boy, appreciating, as always, how sweet he was. His 12-year-old brother, Henry, was also a gem, despite the fact that he was at an age where he should be a smart-mouthed wise aleck. She hated to admit it, but, clearly, when it came to the boys, Emmett knew what he was doing. But then, how could his kids be so sweet and enjoyable when he was so frustrating and irritating? She could never figure it out.

“Do you wanna sit with me when the game starts?” Max asked her.

She had been in the middle of waving to Henry out on the field when she furrowed her brow at Max’s question.

“Don’t you usually sit with your dad?” she asked.

“Yeah, but you can sit with us, too. Besides, he’s not here yet.”

Y/N frowned again.

“What do you mean? How did you get here, then?”

“Henry and I walk here after summer camp; a lot of the kids do,” Max replied. “Then we all just hang out while the coach gets everything ready. My dad usually meets us here after he’s done with work, but that’s not until right before the game starts.”

“Oh, I see,” Y/N said as she nodded her head. She looked at her watch and then spoke again. “Are you hungry, honey? It’s been a couple hours since camp ended. Do you need a snack or anything?”

Max looked up at her.

“One of the moms sometimes has snacks for everybody, but she doesn’t come every time, so sometimes we don’t get anything,” he replied.

“Is that what happened today?” Y/N asked him.

Max lowered his head and looked forward through the fence.

“Yeah,” he said after a moment. “But it’s ok. My dad usually brings something to eat with him when he comes.”

“Does he bring something every time?” Y/N asked.

Max shook his head.

“No.”

She didn’t like the risk of him possibly not having anything to eat. She also guessed that Emmett likely wouldn’t have any cash on him – hardly anyone still carried cash anymore. But the snack bar people only took cash, and she had a few bills on her because the vending machines at the hospital where she worked only took cash.

Letting go of the fence, she inhaled and turned to Max.

“Are you hungry?” she asked him again.

Silently, he nodded his head.

“Come on, then,” she said. “I’ll get you something at the snack bar. If it turns out your dad brings something, he can have it for himself.”

“Really?” Max asked her, his eyes glowing.

“Yeah,” she smiled, and she reached down and grabbed his hand, walking with him over to the small concession stand that stood at the end of the bleachers.

As they stood in line, she could only imagine what Emmett would bring with him for them to eat, if anything. Not that she thought he was careless about the boys. That was something she could never criticize him for – she had witnessed firsthand that he was a terrific father. But if she was in his shoes, she could see herself easily forgetting to bring something if she’d have had to come here straight from work. She also could imagine he didn’t have the most appealing options, as he wouldn’t have time to make a separate stop to pick something up before the game. It would probably be some old bag of crushed chips or a smooshed snack cake leftover from his lunch, the packaging no doubt covered in droplets of oil after sitting on the bench at his auto shop.

She decided that getting something for the boys at the snack bar was the quickest and simplest solution. Looking at Max again, she squeezed his hand and smiled as he chattered on about what he’d done at camp that day.

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Walking across the dirt parking lot, Emmett shoved his keys in his pocket and began scanning the area for Max as he got closer to the baseball diamond. Typically, when Emmett was a few minutes late, Max would sit with some of the other players’ siblings and their parents, and Emmett would grab him once he got there. He wasn’t late often, but today, he’d been kept at the shop longer than usual due to his one employee unexpectedly needing to leave early. That had left him to finish up the work on a customer’s car by himself, and it couldn’t wait, as the customer had already complained that the work was taking too long. Emmett just wanted to get the work done and have the customer out of his hair. He hadn’t even had a chance to eat lunch today, and he groaned to himself as the thought of food made him realize that he’d forgotten to bring along some kind of snack for the boys. They only took cash at the damn concession stand, and he groaned again as he quickly pulled out his wallet and saw that he had no cash on him. The poor boys would have to wait until they got home after the game.

As he made it to the edge of field, he saw that the game hadn’t actually started yet. Several parents were standing to the side of the players’ benches and speaking with the coach, and the boys who were slotted to start first in the game were milling around the field and waiting. As Emmett zeroed in on Henry’s team’s side, he spotted Max standing at the end of the fence and talking to Henry as they waited for the game to start, but they weren’t alone. Emmett squinted for a moment before realizing that the woman standing with them was Y/N. As he realized it was her, he stopped. What was she doing here?

One of Max’s hands was tucked inside of hers, and his other was holding a hot dog, which he lifted to his mouth for another bite as he happily shifted from foot to foot. As Emmett continued to watch them, he saw Y/N smiling at Henry as she lifted her free hand and held a Styrofoam cup out to him, offering him a drink of whatever was in the cup. Henry smiled appreciatively at her as he took the cup, and after he’d handed it back to her, Y/N encouraged Max to turn around and start heading for the bleachers, the game now about to begin. Witnessing their interaction stirred something in Emmett.

Although he and Y/N were frequently at odds with each other, Emmett knew she was 100% right the other day when she’d said that his boys liked her. They always had, and he hated to admit that she was also right that, except with him, she was a very nice person. He’d witnessed it countless times since she’d moved in next door a couple years ago. Everyone loved her. But for whatever reason, when it came to the two of them, they seemed to bring out the worst in each other, constantly butting heads or arguing over the littlest things. They also drove each other crazy with their styles of arguing – Emmett always kept his cool and irked her on with laid-back provocation, and Y/N annoyed him with her pestering and her dramatic overreactions. He was relaxed and go-with-the-flow; she was fussy and particular. They were complete opposites.

Making his way the final yards to where they were, Emmett first caught Max’s attention just as he and Y/N were about to climb up the bleachers.

“Dad!” Max shouted, and he released Y/N’s hand and bounced over to Emmett, colliding with his leg as Emmett reached down and warmly wrapped his arm around Max’s shoulder.

“Y/N’s here to be the nurse for the game, and I told her she can sit with us. Is that ok?” Max looked up at his father brightly, a smear of ketchup at the corner of his mouth.

“Well, I don’t know, buddy,” Emmett began, still looking down at Max before raising his head to look at Y/N as he finished. “You know how badly the nurse is needed at these games; she’ll probably be really busy.” He could barely contain his smirk as he watched Y/N process his sarcastic jab. Max, however, was clueless to the joke.

“What do you mean?” he asked. “Nothing ever happens. The other lady just waits in her car for the game to be over.”

“Your dad was just trying to be funny, Max,” Y/N spoke up, but her eyes remained locked with Emmett’s. “But I think he needs a lot more practice.”

“Or maybe some of us are just too uptight,” Emmett said, his smirk escaping as he looked at her.

Max lifted his head and looked back and forth between Y/N and Emmett, still oblivious to the situation, but picking up on the tension as he watched them stare at each other.

“You guys are weird,” he said innocently.

Emmett broke their gaze then and looked down to Max, his eyes landing on the food in his hand.

“Where’d you get the hot dog?” he asked him, changing the subject.

“Y/N got it for me,” Max answered. “She got one for Henry, too. And a soda for us to share.” He looked over to Y/N with a beaming smile.

“He said he was hungry,” Y/N said as Emmett raised his head and their eyes met again. “They hadn’t eaten since lunch at day camp, and we didn’t know if you’d have anything with you when you got here. And I didn’t want Henry to play on an empty stomach, either.”

Emmett nodded his head once.

“I’ll pay you back,” he said.

“No, that’s not necessary.”

“Yes, it is.”

“Emmett, the food at the snack bar costs, like, fifty cents an item. It’s not a big deal, and I’m happy to do it. He was hungry, so I got him something.”

“I would have gotten him something when I got here,” Emmett said, despite the fact that he had no cash on him.

“Well, now it’s already taken care of,” she replied.

Before he could argue any further, Y/N looked down at Max and spoke again.

“Thank you for the invitation, sweetheart, but I’m gonna sit closer to the players’ benches in case they need me. But I’ll see you later, ok?”

“Ok,” Max nodded, refocusing on his hot dog as he took another bite.

“See ya’,” she then said to Emmett as she looked at him again. Then she turned and headed off in the opposite direction towards the players’ benches.

All throughout the game, Emmett continually glanced over at Y/N, the skirt of her sundress occasionally flapping in the breeze as she watched the game and chatted with a few of the parents sitting next to her. He gradually became irritated as time went by. She had been so take-charge in getting the boys a snack and so adamant when she’d declined him paying her back. It was almost as if she expected that he wouldn’t have anything with him for them to eat, and that she assumed he’d be too forgetful and careless to have cash on him to get them anything.

She didn’t know how busy his schedule was right now; she didn’t know how hard he tried to keep everything running smoothly for the boys. She probably thought he was a bad father.

As the game ended and everyone made their way towards the parking lot, Emmett let Max run ahead with Henry. He then climbed down the bleachers and walked over to where Y/N was zipping up the backpack of first aid supplies she’d brought with her. She didn’t notice him approaching, and he spoke up when he stopped next to her.

“Hey, I’m going to pay you back for the food you got the boys.”

Still bent over and adjusting the backpack, she turned her head and looked at him for a moment before frowning briefly. He was still harping on that?

“I told you,” she said as she stood up straight, “that’s not necessary. I’m happy to do it.”

“I don’t like to owe anybody anything,” he replied. “I’ll pay you back.”

“It was a soda and a couple of hot dogs,” Y/N retorted, shaking her head. “Not prime rib.”

There was a brief pause, and then Emmett spoke again.

“Is this because I woke you up the other morning?” he asked.

“What?” she responded in total confusion.

“Is this how you’re getting back at me? Trying to show me up in front of my boys?”

“Show you up?!” she replied, her expression incredulous. “You think I’m showing you up and getting revenge with a cup of flat cola and concession stand hot dogs?”

Emmett crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes.

“So, why’d you do it, then?” he asked defensively.

Why was he getting so bent out of shape over this? she wondered.

Y/N gripped the backpack, lifting it from the bench and slinging it over her shoulder before she answered him.

“Because despite the fact that I can barely tolerate you, I happen to adore those boys.”

Emmett cocked his head at her.

“You’re no picnic either, princess.”

She glared at him.

“Go to hell.”

“I’ll see you there.”

Then they each turned and walked off in opposite directions.

Part 3

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#emmett x female reader #emmet a quiet place x reader #emmett a quiet place #emmett fic #emmett smut #emmett a quiet place 2 #cillian murphy #cillian x fem!reader #cillian fic #cillian murphy smut #cillian smut #18+ only

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themultifandomgal · 8 months

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Sweet Pea- Grease Is The Word

Look At Me I’m Sandra Dee

That evening I'm at Betty's house with the girls plus Kevin. We’re currently trying to catch gummy bears in our mouths

"Okay, I'm gonna try it" Betty says opening her mouth. Cheryl takes some gummy bears and trying to throw them into Betty's mouth

"Whoo" we all yell when she does it

"Okay, can we please order pizza from Little Cicero's?" Betty begs. Toni scoffs a little "guys it's not a sleep over without a greasy pizza. Right Kev?" We all look over at Kevin who's sat on Betty's window seat looking out

"Kev?" I sit up from my position on Betty's bed

"Sorry it's just... working on the variety show made me feel like I was reconnecting with pre farm Kevin” I frown feeling confused

“Long story” Toni says, still making me feel confused

“Mr Honey didn't just take that from me. He made me feel like I was nothing. Like I didn't matter" Kevin sighs looking back out of the window

"You know something that makes me feel better?" Betty says “make over”

"I hear what your saying Betty but I'm not sure

even a makeover will help" Kevin speaks. Kevin's words mean nothing and the girls all take out makeup and wigs. We all give each other a make overs and dress up.

“Everyone try this” Veronica takes out a bottle from her bag “this is mine and Cheryl’s rum. Try it” she hands the bottle to Betty who takes a sip. The bottle is passed around until it gets to me

“Oh no I’m ok thank you though”

“Come on just a sip” Cheryl encourages

“Hey if she doesn’t want to don’t pressure her” Betty defends me

“It’s just we have school tomorrow and I don’t…”

“You don’t drink?” Cheryl asks. I shake my head no “ok fine but your missing out” she goes to take the bottle from my hands

“Ok wait. Just a little sip can’t hurt right?” I take the tiniest sip which causes me to cough

“Should have warned you it may burn a little” Cheryl shrugs

“Hey YN why don’t you try out for the cheer team. We’re all on it” Josie says

“Oh I don’t know I’m not that good”

“That’s ok, Cheryl can help can’t you?”

“I can?”

“Look I don’t want to be a bother so…”

“No it’s fine. You wanna hang with us, you gotta be like us”

“I’m going to wash off my makeup” I tell the girls and head into Betty’s bathroom. When I return though I hear Josie saying some horrible things

“Are you making fun of me Josie?”

“If the shoe fits” Josie says getting up

“She’s just jealous because a few summers ago her and Sweet Pea had a fling. She didn’t want to go public and so he moved on” Cheryl says

“Whatever”

The following day I enter the gym while no one else is in there to practice and stretch. I try to go down into the spilts, like Cheryl showed me, but I get a little stuck

“Hey YN” I gasp hearing Sweet Pea’s voice behind me

“Hi” I feel his arms around me lifting me up

“Since when we’re you a cheerleader?”

“Oh Veronica said I should” I walk away from him, not wanting to be close by him

“Hey your not upset about yesterday are you? Couldn’t you tell I was glad to see ya?”

“Well you could have been a little nicer to me in front of your friends”

“You don’t know them. Especially Reggie. If it were up to me I wouldn’t look at another girl”

“Well it is up to you”

“Cheryl’s having a party Friday night. Why don’t you come with me, so I can make it up to you”

“Fine but you’ve got some making up to do” I say crossing my arms. Sweet Pea walks over to me, he moves a stray hair from my face and tucks it behind my ear

“Hey guys” Josie says walking over. Sweet Pea and I move away from one another

“Sweet Pea my mom said you should come over for dinner again tomorrow night” Josie says emphasising the words ‘again’

“Pea?” I frown “why were you at hers? You just said…”

“I know what I just said. I was only there for homework”

“You know what I can’t wait wait to make a good impression on those cute letterman’s”

“Oh so that’s the real reason your wearing that”

“Don’t tell me your jealous Sweet Pea” I pout

“What? me jealous? I don’t get jealous”

“Fine so you won’t mind me cheering in front of the bulldogs”

“Na”

“Good”

“Fine”

“Hmm” I turn and leave the gym.

#riverdale #riverdale imagine #riverdale imagines #sweet pea imagine #sweet pea x y/n #sweet pea x reader #sweet pea #sweet pea x oc

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bitemegamer · 3 months

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Log 01: A Note and Meeting Qiu and Tamarack (Long Post)

Something about this intro... It makes my heart ache in the best way possible. It's the start, the start to a new section of a new life. It is the Fall, the air is cooling down and I can feel it hitting my nose.

*Forgive me, I shall be using MC thoughts as that of my own and basing things off of how I would react, I shall be using first person writing

I decided, since my MC is 10 and I was a little bit of a nut at this time, I would have him believe that it was a ghost that poked him instead of him being rational about it.

He gets greeted with this paper, and... Honestly, how WOULD your little kid thoughts (esp that of someone who did believe in ghosts) think this meant?

*I blurred the last name for my own reasons, thank you very much*

I really, truly wished to be Nancy Drew or one of the Hardy Boys. I spend so much time watching mysteries with my mom. Probably way too much time.

Too bad I am going to break those rules, Mother! Muahahaha! I am a little troublemaker. Just kidding. However, it's okay. I have a way to bend the rules... Just a little bit ;)

*Proceeds to go to the woods, which to me feels like straying even further??? tbh, knowing myself as a kid, I would have done this without thinking too deeply*

Oh where shall I be going? On a cool quest! Off I go to the amazing and great unknown!

WHAT??? Man... :( I know for a fact I would have been so upset, yet a little relieved. Had I gone further into the forest, I might have freaked out just a little bit.

The ghost inhabits this building.

Also, random thought/feeling/vibe that I am feeling... This reminds me so much of when I was a little kid doing my own thing, just wandering about and feeling like the whole world was amazing and whimsical. As a kid, I would always go out of my way to have some sort of fun and adventure... Even if that meant getting lost or making something out of nothing.

A RACCOON!

If I end up dying, let it be known that I met the end of my life with the coolest animal ever.

I'm sure said kid feels very different about a total stranger being in their backyard climbing up their fort.

lol, he thinks I'm quirky...

I mean... You were the one who sent the note... Right? Right? Oh God, never mind--

Don't look at me like that *SOB SOB* I'm trembling over here as if I am some sort of scared little grey hound!

Nice to meet you as well, Qiu!

*Snorts*

OCD Autism meeting and seeing someone with ADHD for the first time be like (joking):

I decided to be a little more nicer to him and politely just point it out to him:

This honestly does beg the question for me... How often has Qiu lost something simply from people just not telling him that he dropped his pages.

That's it, Bud. You. Me. We're going to be in it together. You're never going to lose something like that again while I'm around you.

He'll listen to me, but he will have no idea what I am talking about. At least he tries.

Making art out of trash... I see.

Yeah... Maybe my joke about ADHD might not be as much of a joke as I thought it was.. Hm...

Oh... OH... She's so cute, she makes me wanna cry..

Tamarack really went: 'Wow, okay, *bye*.

Well... Since I have exceeded my image limit for this post, I do believe that I can have this a closing moment... As of now, my MC has met both of the wonderful romantic/friend interests and I think they're both so wonderful!

I know that I am currently playing the Demo at the moment, but goodness this is so cute. This reminds me so much of my days after school and spending time with my friends around this time period.

I can't wait to finish this intro out and write more about my silly little thoughts... Until then, I hope you guys have enjoyed my little comments. I love doing that when I play games.

#our life #gb patch games #our life now and forever #olnf #game logging #qiu lin #our life qiu #our life tamarack #tamarack baumann

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withacapitalp · 1 year

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She's Still Here Pt 2

Pt 1 Link to ao3

“Hey. School today was pretty cool,”

Why would I care about school? School doesn’t mean anything to me now. I'm dead.

“.......”

“Nancy was over the other day. She was crying a lot. I didn’t really know what to do, so I just kinda rubbed her back? I don’t know if she liked it. Did you ever help her when she was upset? Should I be doing something special?”

Nancy likes tea with lemon and honey after she cries. She also hates anyone watching her like that, so she probably loathed every second of it. You would know that if you knew her at all.

“.......”

“I’m going to the movies with Jonathan on Friday. It’s kind of weird that it’s just the two of us…I don’t think he likes me all that much, but I wanna try, you know?”

You were a total ass to him. He doesn’t owe you anything.

“.......”

“Tommy won’t look at me anymore. I think he’s decided the best way to go about things now is pretending I never existed. I think I understand a bit better why you were so upset that night. I should’ve been nicer. I'm sorry about that,”

….yes, you should have. I also shouldn’t have ever come here. He shouldn't be treating you like that.

“.......”

“Do you even want me talking to you? I can stop. If it’s like upsetting or…well, you don’t have to talk back, but I’ll keep hanging out with you. If you ever want me to stop, just give me a sign or something,”

I don’t know. I hate you. You’re a jerk, and you’re not good enough for Nancy, and I died at your house. But I think I might go crazy if you stop talking to me, and I don’t think you have anyone else to talk to either.

“.......”

“Do you get cold? Do you maybe want to come inside?”

I can’t feel anything at all...but I want to come inside. I just don't know how to move anymore.

“.......”

“Jonathan likes the camera. I gave it to Nancy to give to him. I don’t think Jonathan would accept it from me. He likes it though! He showed us a bunch of pictures he took. They were really good,”

Why do you care so much? Why do you want Jonathan Byers to like you this badly? You already have Nancy, you don’t need to butter her up.

Do you want to be his friend just because?

“.......”

“Your parents started having me and Nancy come over for dinner once a week. It’s a nice house, cozy. Not saying like- your parents are just nice people you know? It’s sweet,”

I miss my mom. I miss my dad of course, but I miss my mom so badly it hurts. Could you tell her what happened? I don’t want her to wait forever for me to come home. Could you bring her here? I want to be able to talk to her one last time, and you could help me with that. You would if I asked. I know you would. I just have to ask.

“.......”

“My dad told me if I don’t bring my grades up he’s going to make me wish I was never born.”

Your dad is terrible to you. Like really bad. It’s kind of crazy that Steve 'The Hair' Harrington has such a fucked up family. Either way, you shouldn’t listen to a word either of them says…and you should stay at Nancy’s the night report cards come out. They’ll leave again eventually, but till then it isn’t safe for you to be here. I hate that I just have to listen as they tear you apart. I hate that I can’t tell them to stop. I hate that the only person who would hear me is you.

“.......”

“Sorry I come out here so late. I just don’t sleep so good anymore,”

I know. I hear you screaming at least twice a week. Is that why you don’t let Nancy stay over anymore? Maybe you just like her house better. You can come talk to me though. I should start talking back. I should help you. I think you need help.

“.......”

“It’s my birthday. I’m 18 today. I don’t feel any different. Mrs. Wheeler made a cake, and then Nancy and Jonathan took me to the movies. It was fun. I- it’s gonna sound stupid, because I know we weren’t friends and you probably hate my guts, but I wish you could’ve been there. I think it would’ve made Nancy happy.”

I’m never going to get to have another birthday. You’re right. We aren’t friends.

But I don’t think I hate you anymore. I know too much of you now.

“.......”

Tag List: @afewproblems @dilutedpondwater'

((Incase it was confusing the italics are Barbara's thoughts. She never actually answers Steve.....yet))

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Starlight isn't interested in being a mom, she'll protect kids when the situation calls for it and be supportive of said kids, but she's not gonna take care of a child 24/7. She's more "protective auntie" type than "Good mom energy". Nobody expected Billy to be all nurturing towards kids, they shouldn't expect the same from starlight, it doesn't matter if the latter has a stronger connection to kids. We never saw her talk wanting kids nor shown any implications of her wanting to join motherhood. She definitely seems like she's someone who likes kids, but doesn't want any of her own. So yeah, don't expect her to be anyone's mom. Nobody expected Billy to be anyone's dad, especially if you read the comics, don't expect starlight to be anyone's mom. Idgas if she's nicer to kids than billy.

idk what you're on about anon but it's fuckin' weird, i'ma tell ya that.

starlight wanting kids is basically schrodinger's cat here. sure, she's never said or implied she specifically *wanted* kids.

but she's never said or implied that she specifically *doesn't* want kids either, in either iteration so whatever you thought this was, it's just a great big can of nothin' word soup.

or in other words, this random ramble that showed up in my inbox? it don't make a lick of sense.

also, why even care so much if starlight becomes a mom or not??? that is an exceedingly weird thing to grasp onto, i gotta say. it sounds more like *you* specifically don't want her to have kids and are possibly projecting your own desire onto your interpretation of the character, so headcanon i guess?? which fine, but why bother me with it???????? who even cares whether she becomes a mom or not? if they go that route, they go that route, if they don't, they don't.

butt.

i will also say that if starlight didn't ever want kids or had some sort of issue with adopting one, she probably would have freaked out the first second hughie mentioned 'may have signed us up to adopt a kid'. she was pretty unfazed in response so it either just wasn't something she cared to give much attention to in that moment (half because she wouldn't mind/half because more important topics at hand), or her and hughie *are* actually at the stage in their relationship where kids aren't necessarily the goal, but they're okay with becoming parents and have probably talked about it (at least once, generally an important conversation for a healthy het couple that is sexually active)

and why in satan's red hellscape would you designate her as a 'protective auntie' specifically to bar her from 'good mom energy'?????????? first of all, WHAT?? who are you to decide that for another woman?????? how do you even decide *for another woman* 'yeah, she likes kids but def never wants any of her own'??? leik wut?? when did she say *anything* even remotely implying this???????????

why do *you* get to speak for *her*?????? what the hell are you even basing this assumption on????????????

and second, why couldn't she be both???? people can be *both* moms to one kid and aunts to others. if your mom has siblings(or super close family friends/besties), and her siblings(besties) have kids, which would be your cousins(or conisdered family), she's an aunt too(or could be considered one)!

and if mom's sibling is a sister and they both have kids, wouldn't ya know, they're *both* mom/auntie combos!!

leik where is the logic here?????????????

shoot, we might even see them actually adopt a kid (maybe teddy stillwell) if that paperwork did actually go through and i could def picture hughie freakin' out but annie bein' a total boss about it (also lmao would be kinda great since the kid's powers match hughie's, could also picture butcher pushing hughie to adopt teddy specifically to use him... FFFFFFFFFFFFFF--)

butt~ there's also leaked spoilers of a pregnancy reveal in the next season, big chance it could be starlight's, leik big enough to make a safe bet i'd guess, but who knows.

otherwise, i mean if you wanna write starlight not being a mom in fanfic, that's an option. it is free. have at it.

just maybe don't bother the people who do make her become a mom in their own fics or want to see that in the show, or try to implement your personal vision of 'what starlight should be' onto them, that much is a bit of a dick move. (you can make your own meta and nicely discuss but this ask is hella weird)

leik you could have just been honest and said 'i don't want starlight to have kids' and it would have made a 1000 times more sense and been more valid than whatever the hell this thing was.

i ramble a ton but don't care one way or another, which just makes this extra weird anon. honestly wtf. this might make more sense if i gushed about starlight becoming a mom as much as i did about butcher getting impregnated~<3 but i've only ever mentioned it in passing, probably once or twice?? normally in reference to predictions for *if* ryan survives, which i've made pretty clear i'm *not* holding out for. (that kid died in the comic by butcher's hand, given the parallels with the kid accidentally killing his mom in both comic and show, i'm expecting a similar parallel for him and butcher eventually) you sure this one was meant for me???

also, the way things are going + leaked spoilers, maybe don't be surprised if she does in fact become a mom in canon? (or if butcher causes her to have a miscarriage i guess. would not put it past him... FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF--)

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Delusional | Lex Luthor x Fem!OC [1-Shot]

Pairing: Lex Luthor x Rose Holloway Song Inspo: Delusional by Simon Curtis Word Count: 2,433 Summary: desperate to get out under her tyrannic mother's corporative thumb, executive secretary Rose Holloway submits an application for an opening at LexCorp. Much to her surprise, she is asked to interview the next week. The pay is pretty good, and this Lex guy couldn't be as awful as her mother. What could go wrong? Warnings: mild mentions of parental abuse Masterlist: see fandoms (pc-friendly)

Last thing I remember from my dream was having to tell my angry mother the news about my job. That was enough to get me awake. I scrambled around in my covers and opened my eyes, squirting as the light from the curtains hit my face. At first, I just closed my eyes to block them from the sunlight. But then I realized it was morning, and I forgot to set my alarm last night! I was going to be late on the first day!

I pushed my covers off my body and climbed out of bed, ignoring my slippers that awaited my feet. I looked at my alarm clock, and, as if taunting me, it read 12:21 PM. I grabbed my already ready work attire and took a quick shower. I put on my clothes, did my hair, applied some makeup (not too much, because I don't wanna look as desperate as I was), and brushed my teeth. Into my mall closet I went, searching for some shoes to go with my outfit.

I did my best to fix myself a nutritious breakfast. Nutty bars seemed like the way to go, but they get stuck in my teeth. The last thing I wanted was to be humiliated on my first day - I hadn't felt like that since high school. I managed to make due with a glass of orange juice; just when I put the cold glass to my mouth, a car honked outside. I groaned to myself, knowing who it was, "Mom."

Rushing out the house, I barely remembered to lock the door. I hadn't told my mom about my application for LexCorp, so I knew she was gonna drive to her building instead. That meant I had to somehow sneak past her and make it to LexCorp in time. It's not that far... I hope.

I swung my business bag around my shoulder and got to the car. Only it wasn't my mom's car. It was... nicer and more modern. The windows were tented so I had no idea who was inside. I didn't know what to do, so I sorta stepped back. The window suddenly rolled down, revealing a face I had known for my whole life.

"Mary!" I squealed with delight, and relief.

"Get in." She ordered. "Or you're gonna be late." I had told her about my application. Well, I told her not to tell our mom about the application. "I can't thank you enough, Mare Bear." I said as I hopped into the nice vehicle. Mary looked at me as she took the wheel.

"You can start by not calling me Mare Bear, Nose." I had to smile at that. She and I call each other cute names sometimes. She calls me nose because, apart from my lips, my nose is my most dominant feature.

"Hang on, little sister." She said, pulling out of my driveway. "LexCorp, here we come."

(Time Skip - At LexCorp Parking)

Butterflies fluttered in my thin stomach as we approached my future workplace. It was so weird; seeing it on the computer was one thing, but being there was another. The building looked so full of purity, energy, and technology. I started to wonder if I could really help improve it. I mean, I wasn't anything more than a secretary of a fashion magazine editor. Also, I had no idea if they'd even accept me. I knew that my mom would hire me because she knew me, but this Lex Luthor probably didn't even know I existed until last week.

"Well, here we are. LexCorp Industries." Mary gave an introduction. I released the sigh I'd been holding in since we pulled up. "Aren't you going in, or...?"

"What if I'm not good enough, Mary?" I blurted out my worry. Mary gave me an eye roll and held my shoulder. "Look. These guys may have worked here longer than you but that doesn't make them better. For all you know, by this time tomorrow you could be doing all their jobs. Besides, any treatment you get is better than mom's." She had such a good point. It was either this or back to being paid to be yelled at by your mom.

"Okay," I finally said, "I'll-I'll do it." She gave me a nod, and I nodded in returned. We leaned in for a hug, and she wished me luck one last time. I bet was gonna need it. I can't focus when I'm nervous, and when I can't focus I screw things up. But there was no way I was spending another day at that fashion hell. So I picked my bag up and got out of the car.

Mary waved at me as she drove off. I waited until she was out of sight, and slowly spun around to face the building again. It looked so massive and complex. This may sound weird, but it kind of terrified me. I shook if out though, and marched toward it with a high head.

Inside was not much different than the outside. People were scattered everywhere, and they all looked worthy of being there. One lady walked past me wearing all black with the coolest haircut. I touched my rough, brown hair to find it a plain straight. I never thought I'd say this but I wish I had a rubber band right about now. The place wasn't crowded, but it was far from being empty.

I looked around for any clue to where Lex's office was. I had an interview with him in ten minutes and I couldn't even find him. I decided to ask one of the employees. I walked further into the work hall until I saw something out of the ordinary. There, in the middle of the room, about six men were playing basketball. I tried to process an excuse for what I was seeing. 'Maybe they're testing their body maneuvers for a video game?' was all I could think of.

Basketball or not, they didn't look as intimidating as everyone else. So I walked up to the court and tapped on the shoulder of closest one, who appeared to be in the middle of shooting.

I cleared my throat.

"Excuse me." He turned and smiled at me. He had strawberry-blonde locks that curled by his jawline. His eyes were blue and playful, and reminded me of two blue balls. He was shorter than me, but only by about an inch. "Sorry to interrupt your game, but I was wondering if you knew where Lex Luthor's office is." He gave me and odd smile.

"Hm. You must my new secretary. How are you? Lex Luthor. Welcome to my little LexCorp." The man held out his hand to me. I looked at it, and, ever so hesitantly, shook it.

Raising an eyebrow, I asked. "You're Lex Luthor?" He odd smile turned into a cheeky one as he giggled.

"Indeed I am. Alexander Luthor Jr., in your presence." He said, slight bowing his head. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't confused. He looked so young, way too young to be running a business. "I'm sorry, I'm confused. You look so..."

"Young? Well..." he turned away for a second to throw the through the hoop. "Age is just a number, correct? And there are infinite numbers to compare to mine, so there's no use in trying to be any other."

I just looked from him to the net and swallowed. "I guess that sounds right."

"Great! Hm. Yes, yes. You are here for the job." He said, eyes darting down in remembrance. "Executive secretary if I recall." Before I knew it he had his hand on my shoulder blade, and we began walking down the hall to I-have-no-idea-where. But I simply nodded and played along.

"Um, yeah. I used to work as one at my old job."

"Old job, mm? Might I ask where?" I didn't bother looking at him to answer, I just kept my head forward. And judging by my sight, we were headed for an escalator. "Nowhere special. Just a stupid fashion magazine corporation." I scratched my forehead as we boarded the escalator. I let Lex go first, being as though I had no idea where to go beyond the escalator. The rising staircase made my body feel like it was lifting by itself.

"I see," Lex said. "That explains your chose of clothing décor. Anyway, tell me- Wait! Silly me. I forgot to request your name." He addressed, stepping off his step and placing his foot on the smooth, white tile floor. I copied his movement and we returned to our original pace.

The hallway was all white, and filled with white doors. Any one of those could be mine. All I had to do was get an interview with Lex. First, we had to get to his office.

"My name's Rose. Rose Lee Holloway." I offered a kind smile, one which was returned.

"Rose. Hm." His eyes darted up in thought. "The Latin origin of rose, a flower name from Rosa." He looked back at me. "Did you know the Normans brought Latin to Britain in the 11th century?"

I shook my head. Lex just put his hands in his pockets and stared ahead. "Are you interested in alien studies and research?"

"Um, no. Only what I read on the news about Superman. But do find the fact that one is living here funny."

This made Lex chuckle. "How do you mean?"

"I mean, an alien protecting a species that's not his own just makes us look inferior. Why should we rely on a humanoid destructor rather than weapons of defense? It just sounds dumb."

Lex snapped his finger and pointed at me. "Exactly, Rosie. May I call you Rosie?" 'If I get this job he can call me anything he wants.' I thought.

But I simply replied, "If you want."

We reached the end of the hallway, where, to our right, sat a giant silver door.

"Follow me." Lex led us down the pathway and opened the giant door for me. "In you go." I slipped past him and almost tripped when I saw Lex's office. That place was like two master bedrooms in one giant space. There were chairs in there I've never seen in my life! And that's saying something since my mom used redecorated our living room almost every year.

I was so in shock that I didn't even notice Lex walk past me to his desk chair. I strolled to the front of his desk and sat in small chair, where Lex was seated on the table. He grinned at me, making me even more nervous. We both knew what was about to happen.

"Humor me. What got you interested in this position?"

"I've had previous experience with executive assistance, such as memoing, filing, answering phone calls, and prepping schedules. I also dabble in digital art, so if you need any promo or posters, well, I'm your gal." I chuckled nervously, and he just stroked his chin. "Ahem. I admire what this company has done for the ecosystem repair in other countries. Between partnering with other green companies and philanthropy fundraisers, it- you have really great work." Then it got quiet. "...yeah."

Lex leaned forward, knuckling his silvery desk's edge, and looked into my soul. He studied every inch of my face, my eyes... my soul. It was like he was trying to read my mind. When he got his answer, he exhaled.

"Hm." His lips twitched. "Hm-mm, yes. You have the gaze of a woman on the run." Lex said softly, almost sorrowful, like a therapist. "A lioness, mm, trying to strike out of the pride, make it on her own. Tell me, dear Rosie, who-oh-who are you running from?"

My head drew back and I nearly gulped. Was this man actually telepathic? Either way, he seemed to have me figured out. There was no use in denying it further. If honesty got me a job, then honesty it'll be. I just wish it wasn't such a sore subject.

"My mother." My tongue suddenly tasted foul and acidic. "She's not a very nice mother. Or boss."

"Mommy issues," Lex gestured to me, "meet daddy issues," he gestured to himself, making us both chuckle weakly. I supposed it made sense, hurt child meets hurt child. I wondered to what extend his father hurt him, but put off the question as taboo for an interview.

"Anyhow," he leaned back and continued, "mind if I ask you some professional questions?" He asked, making a yuck face as the word 'professional'.

"Yes, go ahead." I straightened my posture.

"Alrighty. How did you like the building so far?" That was not the question I expected him to ask first, but it was his company. 'Get hired, Rose, get hired.' I cheered myself on.

"Ummm... It's very detailed and finely organized, Mr. Luthor. It's techy but also really chill. Just feels like a good environment people-wise." If my resume didn't cut it maybe sucking up to him would. But he just waved it off.

"Please, call me Lex. It's only fair since I'm calling you Rosie." He had a point. "But does it look like the kind of place you want to work at?"

I looked around the spacious, flawless, white room and sighed. Such a long way from that undersized, secretary desk my mom forced me in.

My pitiful eyes found Lex again. "Very much."

Out of nowhere, Lex suddenly clapped near my face. "Fantastic! Then congratulations, Ms. Rosie. You're hired!" I had to clear my ears to make sure I heard him right.

"Wait, what? I'm hired?" He just nodded like an excited child. "But what about the interview?" I asked, still not understanding his reasons behind hiring me. He bent from his spot on the table to open up a drawer beside his legs.

"That was the interview, my dear Rosie. It began from I first introduced myself." He then pulled something out of the drawer; a red cylinder candy, and offered it to me. "Jolly Rancher?" I gave a clearly puzzled look, raising my eyebrow. "It's cherry." He offered again.

With nothing to lose except my job there, I accepted.

"Okay." I smiled tightly.

But instead of handing it to me, Lex leaned in to put it in my mouth himself. For a second, I felt his cold, steel fingers brush on the tip of my lips before departing. Then he licked those fingers and smiled from ear to ear like nothing happened.

Being the kind person I am, I gave the smile back. He might have been a bit odd, but I had a feeling Lex was gonna grow on me.

#lex luthor#dc#bvs#imagine#imagines#DC imagines#dc imagine#lex luthor imagine#lex luthor x reader#lex x reader#lex imagine#bvs imagine#batman vs superman#reader insert#reader#xreader#fandom#multifandom#request

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mandareeboo · 5 months

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Unfinished Work #60: "Untitled" (Finished)

I never felt up to publishing this, but I've been rewatching BoJack and felt it'd be good to put here! A little goodbye to an old friend between Hollyhock and Diane.

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Summary: N/A

"Sorry about this," the horse said. "You're probably really busy with writer things."

"You wanna know what I was going to do before coming out on the porch to have a smoke and chat with you?" Diane asked dryly. "I was about ten seconds away from telling my husband I was going out onto the porch to have a smoke. It's not even half the inconvenience you think it is."

"Oh," she responded, and fell silent.

Diane let out a gust of lung cancer in a long, drawn-out sigh. Texas is pretty in postcards but hotter than the sun in person, with the added bonus of all sorts of creepy crawlies straight out of the official nightmare catalogue, but it's kind of nice? There's trees everywhere. Lots of open, bumpy land. The spider currently weaving its web a few feet from her isn't even venomous- it's an orb weaver of some sort. All in all, better than death.

It'd be nicer if her company talked, though.

"Let me guess," Diane prompted, making her jump. "You're Hollyhock, right?"

"Bojack told you about me?" Hollyhock asked, ignoring her question.

"He told all his friends about you. He was really excited to have family he didn't loathe with all his being."

"Oh," she repeated, softer this time.

"Relax, you're not gonna end up on his wiki page or anything. And, for what it's worth, I'm really happy to meet you in person. You're shorter than I thought you'd be."

Hollyhock looked at her hands, where her phone was situated, then back at Diane. "Bojack's told me about you, too. He talked a lot about a lot of things, but you especially."

"And that made you think I had answers?"

She shrugged helplessly.

Diane took another drag. "You want the truth? He's an asshole. Whatever you feel or suspect about him is absolutely vindicated."

"Yeah." she said. "But I miss him anyway. Isn't that... awful?"

"No? I don't think it is. I mean, the part that sucks about people is that they're more than just one thing. Sure, Bojack is a sleezy, emotionally-abusive jerk who's slept with almost every woman he's ever met, but he also sends stupid little text messages about stuff he saw on his drive home, and one time when he got drunk he sang the lollipop song and it was actually the prettiest thing ever, and he helps you pack even though he complains the whole time. He's all that shit."

"He once threw his mom's doll out a window."

"I know. He told me."

"He did?"

"He's always drunk-dialed me. Fifteen years now, and I'm his drunk-dial SOS." Diane considered her cigarette a moment. It was her first one of the day. A new record low. "I never met her, but I spoke to Beatrice twice- for his book."

"Oh, yeah, that thing. I never read it?"

"It sold alright, but it wasn't the next great American novel. Anyway, I called the retirement home to get a statement- got the phone number off of Bojack's long-time manager and friend Princess Carolyn- and called. This was before the dementia really ate up her brain- think, I dunno, almost nine years before you knew her- and she was still pretty sharp. I said, 'hi, this is Diane Nyguyen, I'm ghost-writing a novel about your son, Bojack' and she said, 'what, is he too lazy to write it himself'?"

Hollyhock winced. "Woof."

"Oh, I'm just getting started." Diane flicked some ash away. "We went in circles a bit, but eventually I laid it out for her. 'Mrs. Horseman', I said, 'I'm writing about your son's life, and as such I have called to see if you had any note-worthy stories or quotes you'd like to add'. She was pretty quiet for a minute. Then she said, 'sure, why not, I'm dying anyway. Might as well debase myself even more.' She told me all about her husband, Butterscotch-"

"Bojack never said much about him."

"There wasn't much to say, honestly. Bojack took after him and he always hated himself for it. Beatrice despised her husband for being unfaithful, bitter, and sexist. And she told me, 'now, put this in your little book, girl, and put it word-for-word. Bojack took after him, but he had the sense to be a bit quieter about it; which is a bit like saying the hissing roach is less disturbing to the eyes than the American one because it eats leaves instead of garbage. They're both insects, and they're both a waste of the paper their books were written on'." She paused. "Gotta say, she was damn eloquent."

Hollyhock winced again. "Double woof."

"It's the one story I never put into One Trick Pony. Not because I thought she'd regret saying it, or because it wouldn't fit the tone of the book, but because I knew it'd rip Bojack apart. Even back then, I was putting him above my own job. He has a way of worming into things like that." Diane stamped out the rest of the smoke, then pulled out another one. "I used to smoke like a freight train, but now it's only when I get worked up. Sorry about the second-hand."

Hollyhock was quiet again, but this time it was more pensive than anything else. "I... wrote him a letter. I actually don't even know if he read it, because he kept sending me voicemails telling me he would, but he never told me he did before I changed my number. I thought it'd be over. I thought I was moving on, but..."

"Moving on isn't the same as moving away," Diane said. "Trust me. I've packed houses before. But even now, I still find myself looking for him in the news, or thinking back to the good times we had."

"Mhmm. He tried to learn sports for me, you know? Because he wanted to cheer me on. And that still means a lot to me. But then I remember that interview, and I just... I just can't do it. I can't talk to someone who's done stuff like that."

"That's completely in your right! I know you're a grown-up, but you're still pretty young, you know? Bojack's in his fifties. His problems shouldn't be on anyone, but they especially shouldn't be on you."

"You won't tell him I came, will you? I know you're friends, but..."

"I think your definition of friendship is a bit different from us, kiddo. I mean, we haven't spoken in almost a year now. I just go see his movies, and he sends me long rambling reviews about my books, and we follow each other on social media."

"That feels like friendship," she concurred. "Mrs. Nyguyen?"

"God, don't. Diane."

"Diane. Did you and Bojack….?"

"Nope. But not because he didn't want to. I was dating when we first met, and married a good chunk of the time I lived in L.A. Now I'm married again. If I hadn't been... well, he would've tried, if nothing else."

"And you?"

She pursed her lips. "There was a time where I lived in his house and spent every day getting shitfaced drunk, and nothing skeevy happened. He'd come home, I'd be drunk and when was Bojack not drunk? We'd drink more and we'd watch reruns of Horsin' Around. I liked that. It wasn't healthy, but I liked it. And I liked him. I try not to think too hard about it, but... I dunno, honestly."

Hollyhock pulled her knees to her chest. "I came here hoping to find a way to stop missing him. Now I just miss him even more? I hate emotions."

Diane smiled. It was bittersweet. "Now you sound like a true Horseman."

#BoJack Horseman #BH Fanfic #BH Fanfiction #Fanfic #Fanfiction #Diane Nguyen #Hollyhock Manheim Mannheim Guerrero Robinson Zilberschlag Hsung Fonzerelli McQuack #Unfinished Work

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The Bright Side S01E01: Birthday Blues

The first installment of my Stranger Things sitcom-style fic! Enjoy!

"There he goes again", Jim said, looking at something through the blinds.

"Are you spying on the neighbors?", El asked, coming down to make herself some waffles.

"I'm observing his horrible lawn-mowing technique." Just outside the window, the teenage son of the neighbor next door struggled with a lawn mower. His lines were uneven and Jim knew he wouldn't go back and fix it.

"You could give him some landscaping tips you know."

"If I go over there and try tellin' him what to do that devil-woman will go all mama bear on me." Jim didn't move from his position all the same.

Just then, Steve sped down the stairs, hurrying to pull his jacket on and glance at the fridge. "Rob is gonna kill me! I'm late!" He grabbed and apple and was about to rush out the backdoor when El got up and took him by the elbow. She put a finger to her lips and pointed to their father.

"Are we still on for tonight?", she whispered.

"Yes. Of course. I'll have everything ready", Steve whispered back.

"You kids better not be schemin' behind my back", Jim said without turning around.

"You know El's too innocent to scheme. I'll be back at 6", Steve said before rushing out the door.

Jim mumbled something under his breath about unkempt lawns. El watched for a moment more before leaving as well. She had to finalize today's plans with her friends.

She was practically buzzing when she got to Dustin's house, elated that he already had a whole chalkboard set up in his living room. Max, Lucas, and Will were there too. And Mike. But Will was already sitting next to him so El sat next to Max.

"Alright. Operation Birthday will soon commence", Dustin said. "Everyone remember their jobs?"

"Will and I are going to get him out of the house", El said. "That way the decorations team can come in."

"Max and I are on decorations, because we're the only ones with taste", Lucas grinned.

Then Dustin pointed to himself. "Then Mike and I will procure the present. Which should be arriving from the post office any minute now."

Mike raised his hand. "Remind me again why we're throwing on a party for him?"

"Because he's my father", El glowered. Mike was cute but sometimes he could be a buttmunch. He made it so hard to crush on him some days.

"I think if we're nice to Mr. Hopper, he'll be nicer to us", Will figured. "And maybe stop bickering with my mom."

"Okay, keep these things in mind for everything to go right", Dustin began underlining things on the chalkboard. "Don't let Mr. Hopper and Ms. Byers alone together. Don't let him into the house too early. And do everything perfectly."

"Yeah, how hard can that be?", Mike rolled his eyes.

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"So we're heading to your place right after work?", Robin asked as she stacked some tapes.

"I mean yeah. It's just gonna be me, my dad, my sister, and her friends. A couple of the neighbors", Steve shrugged.

"Oh just? Steve, that's like a dozen people at least. Of course you'd think that's a small get together."

"It's just my dad's birthday. So I mean, if you wanna come...it's really just gonna be us. El and her friends will probably pick a corner and play some game. My dad's probably just gonna argue with Joyce the whole time so-"

"Sounds like you'll be defenseless without me. Or were you hoping to strike up a conversation with Jonathan Byers?"

"Would that be smart?"

"It would be wise, which is different from being smart", Robin pointed out.

"I don't think I'm either. Smart or wise." Steve took some of the tapes Robin had stacked and started carrying them to the shelves.

"You're a wiseass, close enough. Your sister is already friends with the littlest Byers. Maybe if you and Jonathan get really friendly, your parents will too."

"Imagine me, a diplomat", Steve said as he looked around. "It's kinda weird how not-busy we are on a Saturday afternoon, right?"

"Sshh! Don't jinx it! If we're lucky, we'll be out of business before lunch", Robin swiped at him.

"Excuse you, I would like it if I didn't have to go job hunting every week. Bad enough that the freezer at Scoops Ahoy exploded."

"Yeah, who would've thought an ice cream freezer would explode?"

"We promised the NDAs we would never speak of it again."

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El was pulling her father out of the house by the hand. "Come on Dad, you have to see this."

Will followed from behind, putting a finger to his lips as Max and Lucas silently snuck in through another door, box full of decorations. Once Will closed the front door, they let out a breath.

"Okay, we've got an hour to get all this stuff up", Lucas said, opening the box.

"Wait, Lucas", Max held a hand up. "We've got a whole hour."

"Yeah? I just said that."

"This is gonna take us 10 minutes tops. Which means we can do a little...", Max's eyes looked this way and that about the living room.

Lucas' chin jutted a little. "Snoop?"

"Not snooping. Just...exploring."

"I'm not looking through El's stuff. 1. she's a girl. and 2. she's a party member. That breaks two rules. And Hopper probably just has old man underwear and cologne."

Max's head cocked. "Steve's stuff?"

"Let's go!"

They bounded up the stairs without a moment's hesitation.

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Steve in the middle of trying to both sell a video and get a date when the phone at the desk rang.

"Family Video, bringing home entertainment to your whole family. This is Steve, how may I help you?"

"Steve? It's El. We have a problem."

"What is it? What's going on?"

"So we started Operation Birthday-"

"That sounds like one of Dustin's plans. I told you to stop scheming with those guys-"

"Steve, Dad's leg is broken!"

"What?", Steve breathed out. He tried gesturing for Robin to start grabbing his things from the breakroom and it took some wild movements as she first picked up a tape, then pointed to a chair, and then finally realized he wanted his keys and jacket. All through this, El was telling him how Jim slipped on a skateboard (probably Max's) and Joyce had to drive them to the hospital.

"I'm on my way." He hung up and turned to Robin.

"Go. I'll take care of things here. Save me some cake?"

"Will do. And you're the best!"

"That's why you imprinted on me!", she shouted at his back as he left the store.

Steve sped down the road and pretty much bulldozed his way into the hospital before getting to the room where they were seeing Jim. He looked up in surprise.

"Where's the fire kiddo?"

"El said you broke your leg!", Steve panted out.

"It's more of a sprain really", Joyce piped up from the chair she was sitting in. "But you wouldn't know it from how he bawled like a baby."

"Hey I think I have a right to scream and shout when my leg's outta whack."

"You got your little girl in a panic and she called your son down", Joyce waved a hand at Steve.

"Better than leaving me at the mercy of you."

"Well maybe I should've let Will drive you to the hospital, how about that?"

Jim had a comeback for that while El slid in next to Steve with a sigh. "They were like this the whole. way. here."

"Well, that's what you get for your schemes. Joyce said it's just a sprain though. He should be fine. But I'm sorry it didn't go the way you planned." Steve gave her a pat on the shoulder.

Lucas and Max came in, along with Jonathan and Will.

"Will told us everything!", Lucas exclaimed.

"So uh, did you ever find the punk the skateboard belonged to?", Max asked, eyes shifty. "Because I bet it was Todd Palmer."

"Definitely", Lucas agreed. "Definitely Todd Palmer. There's no way it could belong to any of us." Which got him a swift smack in the arm from Max.

"What's this about plans and schemes?", Jim asked, bypassing all of the rest.

El let out a sigh. "We were trying to surprise you for your birthday." She looked utterly heartbroken.

"C'mere, kiddo", Jim said from the hospital bed. He enveloped his daughter in a hug. "You know what we always say. It's the thought that counts. You know I don't need a big party or fancy gifts-"

Mike and Dustin bursted through the doors. "You guys won't believe what we had to go through to get this gift!", Dustin shouted.

"Dude! Hospital! Inside voice!", Steve also shouted though not as loudly.

"We were waiting for the mailman, right?", Mike launched, ignoring Steve. "But the truck drove right past us-"

"So we're chasin' and chasin' after this guy, shouting at him to stop the car-", Dustin continued.

"And he goes all the way back to the post office-"

"We get in, try and tell them what happened but they won't give it to us without proof of address which is totally agist-"

"So we had to sneak into the back and find the box but we got caught and they started chasing us and I'm pretty sure we just committed a felony."

"But we got the present~", Dustin sang triumphantly, holding the box over his head.

He put it at the foot of Jim's bed and everyone looked at him expectantly. Jim rolled his eyes, choosing to ignore the possible package theft that the two kids committed and grabbed the box. It did in fact have their current address on it. He opened it and took out book with the utmost reverence.

"Is that?", Steve started to ask.

"My mother's recipes", Jim confirmed. He looked to El. "How did you?"

"I have my ways", she smiled. "You told me she had a pancake recipe that would make me forget all about waffles."

Jim laughed softly. "That she did." He pulled her in for another hug and kissed the top of her head. "Thanks, kid."

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Later, Jim was released and Steve helped him into the house and onto the couch. The other kids felt bad even now and were still lingering around in the house even though they had nothing to do.

"Just relax and let cable TV soothe you", Dustin said as he turned on the television while Steve went up to his room.

"Which one of you little nerds went through my stuff?!", he shouted from upstairs.

Lucas and Max shared a look of panic before bolting from the house.

Episode 2

#stranger things #apo writes #fanfiction #jim hopper #el hopper #steve harrington

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secret-sturniolo · 6 months

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just a long vent. read (or dont) idc

not that anyone really cares, but i just have some things i need to get off my chest because im currently alone in my room crying in the dark.

let me preface this by saying i dont have any friends. i literally do not have a single person i can talk to. i dont even have a therapist because she just quit. the last friend group i had, i found out they had a secret group chat where they were shit talking and making fun of me. so, the closest thing to friends i have are my 151 followers and the people in this fandom. when i log on here and i see that people have interacted with me or like my works, thats literally the highlight of my day. so to anyone who has talked to me or shown me support, i truly thank you and i love you.

if you met my family, you would think we have it all. my parents own a successful business, they (appear) happily married, and my brother and i have everything we could ever want or need. but heres the truth:

my parents are alcoholics. every night its the same thing. they get drunk, they fight and yell and say nasty things about each other until one of them goes to bed and they sleep in different rooms. im the one who has to mediate things. im the one who has to send my little brother to bed so he doesnt have to hear them. im the one who cleans up the spilled drinks. im the one who drove us to the hotel when my dad was being verbally abusive. and when my mom almost died in the ICU a month ago as a direct result of drinking, i was the one visiting her multiple times a day. i was the one at home doing all of the dishes, all of the laundry, all of the cleaning, and bringing my brother to and from school ON TOP OF my own schoolwork and going to work every evening all because my dad is lazy and doesnt get out of bed until 1pm.

they swore to me that they were done drinking. and when they lasted 3 days and got drunk again, i didnt shame them. i didnt say anything at all. in fact, i showed them support.

wanna guess what i get in return for all of that?

i get told that im the one whos tearing our family apart, that if they get divorced its my fault. that maybe if i was nicer we would have less problems.

and god forbid that i have a bad day sometimes like a normal human being, because then i get accused of not taking my medications.

they also like to act like my mental health problems are harder on them than they are on me as if they didnt literally play a role in me developing them. a year ago i had to go to another state to receive inpatient and residential treatment because i was anorexic and suicidal. let me tell you, thats not a vacation. i have clinically diagnosed ptsd from things i witnessed there. all those times they had to take me to the hospital? yeah, not fun for me either. i promise you, nobody has tubes shoved up their nose just for shits and giggles.

you guys, im only 17. i havent even graduated high school yet. if this is what life is like now, im terrified to be an adult.

i mean it when i say that this fandom keeps me going. it makes me feel appreciated, even just a little. so if you made it to the end of this, thanks for caring enough to read this absolute dumpster fire of a post.

love you all <3

#sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #secret sturniolo

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thebattleofstarcourt · 2 years

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༉‧₊˚✧ paradox

eddie munson x cheerleader!reader

summary: you might be a cheerleader with a bit of a mean streak, but you’re not an idiot. you knew eddie munson isn’t a satanic cult leader, or that he killed chrissy cunningham. and for some reason, you couldn’t leave high school without telling him that.

warnings: reader has no specified race, ethinicity, or gender id. however, they are implied to be affected by misogyny.

a/n: requests r open !!!!

“tonni, do you seriously not know how to fold a shirt?” you said, staring at the wadded-up polo in her hands. being the only two cheerleaders who actually showed up to volunteer at the school after the earthquake, you were naturally paired together at the folding station. this was despite the fact that you could barely stand her.

tonni was one of the few girls you’ve met who’s stupidity unintentionally makes her meaner. she’s rarely ever consciously malicious – save for the time she egged ryan jenkin’s car for standing her up at prom – but her knack for gossip and her talent for the dramatics makes her someone who you can only stand for short periods at a time before she becomes unbearingly annoying.

combine that with the fact that your ‘84 cavalier you spent the last year saving up for fell into the ground a couple months ago, and your resolve was paper thin.

“my mom usually folds mine!” she protested, a permed curl getting stuck in her lipgloss as she pouted. “i can’t believe she dragged me to this without me knowing a damn thing. it’s so humilating.”

“i highly doubt the families whose houses just got ripped open by an earthquake care about how stupid you look.” you said.

“whatever.” she huffed. “this just means we’re nicer people. you wanna know who i saw walking out of deb’s wearing brand new acid-wash jordache’s?”

“not really,” you admitted.

“fucking stacey.” she growled, completely ignoring your protests. “you know what she said the other day? she said chrissy didn’t have what it takes to be captain. like, oh my god she died, like, a week ago.”

“two months.” you corrected.

“i think she’s just jealous,” she said, as if she wasn’t too. “like, i wanted to be cheer captain too, but i’m not gonna disparage the dead just ‘cause! plus, we all know you would’ve been head cheerleader, anyways. the whole swim team has the hots for you, and they’re way hotter than the basketball players.”

“god, just shut up.” you said, rolling your eyes. the only thing that tonni ever did intentionally was throw herself constant pity parties. “your whining is giving me a fucking headache.”

your voice was just stern enough to simultaneously scare tonni to silence while alerting ms. kelley – one of the supervisors who was overlooking the stations – of a commotion.

“is something wrong over here?” she asked, causing tonni’s eyes to beam.

“oh no, we were just teasing each other.” she laughed, knocking her elbow with yours. “although, we were wondering if there was any way we could switch stations for the day?” she asked, looking down at the clothes in front of her. “i think i’d be much better an making pb-and-j’s than folding laundry.”

the older woman smiled. “of course, i’m sure we can find somewhere else to stick the two of you.”

“actually, i’m allergic to peanuts.” you lied. “so i’m gonna stay here.”

“since when – ”

“oh, of course! tonni you can switch with,” she turned around, brown eyes scanning over the room intently. “eddie!” she said, motioning the boy over,

the boy in question – eddie munson, fresh from hiding and doing his best to ride the high of being a free man – slummed over, profusely avoiding eye contact with his two classmates in front of him.

“eddie, could you switch stations with tonni?” ms kelley asked him. he gave a silent nod.

“hold on,” tonni said, lowering her voice to a pathetic attempt at a whisper, “you can’t stick her with him.” she pointed between the both of you. “we’re cheerleaders, ms. kelley. you know what he does to cheerleaders.”

she sighed, in all her guidance counselor glory. “considering the fact his charges were dropped, i think she’ll be fine.”

tonni’s smile was replaced with a displeased frown. she looked back at you for support as you rolled your eyes, beyond finished with her dramatics.

“fine,” she huffs again, walking towards the kitchen. “but just so you know, the blood’s on your hands, ms kelley!”

“i’ll take the risk.” ms. kelley said, giving eddie and you a court nod before walking away.

“she’s so fucking stupid,” you mumbled under your breath.

eddie plainly joined the spot next to you, doing his best to ignore your prescnse entirely as he began working through the massive pile of laundry tonni neglected to fold.

following suit, you began working through a new basket steve harrington dropped off a little bit ago. at the top sat a pair of dingy white boxer briefs, looking worned out to death. apprehensively, you picked one pair up by the waistband and held it under the ceiling lights. dozens of indiscernrable wet patches littered the garment, and you dropped it back on the table in disgust.

“jesus fuckin’ christ.”

eddie, who was failing at making it seem like he was ignoring you, scrunched his nose and dragged the briefs to the garbage can next to the table with the back of his hand. “gross.” he said, wiping the back of his hand on his jeans.

you mumbled a quiet thank you before the two of you fell back into a shrewd silence. despite this, you couldn’t help but sneak glances at him regardless. and every third time or so, his gaze would skip from the clothes in front of him, to you, back to the clothes in front of him.

the cycle continued for the next thirty minutes, trying to egg him on so this wouldn’t be as violently uncomfortable as it was, but to no avail. his nervous energy radiated off of him like a wildfire; vibrations of tension rippled through the woobly fold-up tables like the earthquake that brought them here in the first place.

you couldn’t blame him, you guess. considering he saw someone die, was falsely accused of murder, hid from cops and rabid mobs for a week until the earthquake shattered his friend’s kneecap, when he ultimately blew his cover to carry him to the hospital.

especially since you’ve eaten lunch with the people that led said mobs for the past four years.

but then again, maybe the discomfort was partially on you as well. a conjunction of words have been lingering in the back of your throat as soon as he walked over to you, and you were just itching to get them out. but with graduation a few months away, a part of you didn’t want to risk disrupting the little amount of peace he had left in this town.

so, you waited it out some more, and he continued playing the metaphorical game you accidentally challenged him to. and even though he struggled with the pressure your gaze held him under, it was ultimately you that cracked.

“i don’t think you killed chrissy.” you told him, finally looking away.

eddie paused for a moment, letting your words and all their implications sink in. despite what you considered to be your best efforts, the fire around him was just as lively as ever.

it’s not like you ever did anything to eddie personally. but your differing status in the current social status of hawkins was enough to terrify him to the core, but he didn’t want to show that. he didn’t spend years of building up immunity from the bullying by the jocks and the populars just to sink back to rock bottom.

so instead he stiffens, hardening his exterior as seamlessly as he can. . “i think that the investigation kind of proved that.”

“well, no shit,” you said, “i’m not taking about that. i’m saying i never thought you did.”

“no shit.” he repeated.

you huffed, annoyed with his short responses. “look, she told me she was getting pot from you that thursday. at first i thought she was fucking with me, ‘cause she’s chrissy fucking cunningham. she’s holier than the virgin mary.”

“okay?” he asked, confused as to what you were talking about.

“what i’m trying to say is,” you put down the jeans you were holding before and turning towards him. “she’s kind of a square sometimes, but she wasn’t clueless, ya’know? and after i thought about it some more, i realized she wasn’t kidding. the past weeks leading up to the game she’d been acting super weird; she was paranoid as shit, always looking around like someone was watching her.” you sighed. “i tried telling jason that when he was on his whole witch hunt, but he just thought i was lying. saying all this awful shit about how i’m a slut that was being ‘led by the devil.’”

“that’s…” he started, trying to find the words – something he’d been struggling with since chrissy. “something.”

“it was fucked up,” you said, “but it kind of opened my eyes to some shit.”

eddie doesn't know why you're telling him this, and at this point, you don’t really know either. after everything eddie has gone through, he deserves to lose his trust in humanity. he deserves to have walls as tall as skyscrapers built around his heart, protecting him of any false shred of hope that people could actually think he was a decent human.

he wants to be the kind of realist that pushes people away, but he never was. because of people like chrissy and steve he now knows physical proof that these people that he’s villainized in his head for years can be good and kind. and fuck him for wanting some more of that.

“about what?” he asked finally, because he really wants to know.

“you, mostly.” you admitted. “but also kind of … everything?” you fiddled with the hem of the shirt you were folding in between your fingers, remembering the events of that night. how jason, someone you’d known since kindergarten, looked you in the eyes and spit at your feet liek you were nothing. “i guess i figured if someone who was my friend thought shit about me that wasn’t true, then they could do the same for you.”

“that’s why you knew i didn’t do it?” he asked, even though you already said your answer.

“yeah,” you said. “that and i didn’t really buy into the whole satanic cult leader thing.”

“yeah, well,” he said while letting out a shaky breath. “guess i’m not the type to match people’s expectations.”

“but you aren’t, either.” he added on. “i kind of thought you were –”

“a bitch?” you finished.

“no!” he said, shaking his head profusely. “not really, i mean. you’re just kind of… i don’t know,” he sighed putting his head in his hands.

“it’s okay,” you assured. “i’m not offended. you’re not the first person to think that of me.”

“ah,” he said, understanding truly were you were coming from know. “so we’re both victims of small-town presumption, huh?”

“except mine is at least half-true,” you said. “but i’m, ya’know, trying to work on it. being less of a bitch to people. ‘s kind of why i’m here in the first place.”

“talking to me or doing community service?”

“both.”

“well, folding clothes for people who’s homes just got ate by the earth is a great start on the path to humility.” he joked. “but, uh,for what it’s worth, i don’t think you are one. a little scary? sure, no question. i mean, i was less intimidated being interrogated by a cop who just escaped a soviet prison than when you were glaring at me earlier.”

“i was trying to figure out a way to tell you that i didn’t think you were sociopathic murderer. sorry for overthinking it a little.”

“well, uh, to tell you the truth, it actually means a lot you think that. it’s nice to know that there’s one less person in this town that thinks horrible of me.”

“same here.”

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“jesus.” eddie shook his head, mulling over the story you had just told him about the time roy daniels told the whole basketball team that you gave the entire football team head so you’d be head cheerleader. “i don’t think you give yourself enough credit, ‘cause if everyone started treating me like i was some succubus, i’d go batshit.”

“a what?”

“succubus.” he clarified, his face flushing slightly. “it's, um, a mythological sex demon.”

“wow,” you laughed, and eddie realizes it’s the first flux of emotion you’ve shown since he’s come over. “ya know, for super senior, you’re kind of a nerd.”

“yeah,” he said, flashing a tight-lipped grin. “i’m a bit of a paradox.”

“no shit,” you said.

“eddie!” a short-haired girl called out, running up to the table erratically. she quickly looked at you. “oh shit sorry, um hi?”

“um, hi.” you said.

“sorry, i didn’t mean to interrupt you! im eddie’s friend, robin.”

“i’m –”

“oh, i know who you are.” she said as an impressively fast pace. “not in, like, a creepy way or anything! i’m, uh, in band. and you’re the one who does all the flips and stuff during the games.”

“yeah, that’s me.”

“buckley! munson! quit yapping. we’re like twenty minutes late to henderson’s thing we gotta go!” steve harrington said, approaching the trio.

“ugh.” she moaned. “i’ll tell you in the car.”

“i’ll meet you there,” he said, nudging your shoulder.

“it was nice meeting you, robin.” you said, giving her a tight-lipped smile. you hoped it didn’t look as uncomfortable as it felt.

“you too!” she yelled back, waving over her shoulder as caught up with steve.

he turned back to face you. “guess i’m off. you’ll have to finish this load without me.”

“i’ll manage.” you said, and he smiled, sweet and genuinely. the kind of smile that used to give you butterflies in middle school.

“it was, um…” you gulped, watching him begin to walk away from you. “it was nice meeting you too, eddie.” you said.

“golly jee!” he chirped, putting his hand on his heart. “i'm honored! I know that must’ve been hard for you.”

you rolled your eyes. “it was payback for putting up with me all day. it must've been hard hanging out with a cheerleader and not gutting her open.”

he stared at you for a moment, mouth gaped. and then, he broke out into a fit of laughter.

“too soon?” you asked, scrunching your nose.

“not at all,” he cleared his throat. “in fact, that was probably the best thing anyone has said to me over the past two months.”

“even harrington?” you asked, and he laughed again. “i mean, no offense, but you are literally the last person i would ever imagine carpooling with steve harrington. and vice-versa.”

“he’s alright,” eddie shrugged. “way less cool than he was in high school.”

“guess that makes sense then,” you said.

assuming he was leaving, you went back to folding the last of the laundry for the day. eddie, on the other hand, stood in front of you, twisting the ring on his pointer finger in thought. he turned around towards the exit, then back at you before speaking up again. “you know, and of course you don’t have to or anything, but if you want, and your friends are being dicks and starting mobs again,” he said, “then you could always hang out with us.”

“you sure you’re not scared of me anymore?” you asked.

“oh no i totally am,” he said, “but maybe increased exposure will nullify me.”

“i don’t know,” you pretended you had no idea what ferocity was getting into you at that moment, even though you did. (1) all your friends are either dead, suck, or both, (2) you haven’t had sex in six months, and (3) the way eddie’s loose curls framed his how have you not noticed he was hot before face.

“i mean, that actually sounds like fun.” you continued, “but, at least to me, it seems like the more direct way to approach your problem is to hang out with me one-on-one, right?”

eddie audibly choked, obviously caught off guard at your rapid tonal 180 in the conversation. you cracked a devilish smile.

and, oh god as if eddie didn't think you were pretty before (which he did, because although he was respectful, he at least had eyes), seeing you smile like that threw him for a loop.

“one-on-one?” he asked, clarifying.

“yeah, maybe like a movie or something.”

“like a –” the sound of a car honking cut him off, proceeding a faint shout of “munson get your ass in the car!”

“yeah,” you said. “unless that’s too scary for a dungeon master.”

his cheeks flushed a bright shade of red. he coughed again, trying to pretend like the sound of your voice dipping into that octave doesn’t make him hard. “oh, that’s absolutely fucking terrifying. but luckily i’m kind of insane, so …”

“meet me at hawk at 7 tomorrow.” you said. “they’re showing castle in the sky.”

and even though eddie has absolutely no interest in watching an animated romance movie made for children, he agrees regardless. “see you then.”

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“fuckin’ finally,” steve groaned, watching eddie through the rearview mirror. he rolled his window down and poked his head out. “munson, if you don’t get your ass in the goddamn car in the next ten seconds you’re walking for the rest of the year!”

“sorry!” eddie said, throwing himself into the backseat. “you’ll never guess what just fuckin’ happened.”

“you folded socks with the captain of the cheer team?” robin turned around from the front seat.

“yes,” eddie said, “but also –”

“they didn’t say shit to you, right?” steve asked. “‘cause you know if they do that’s libel.”

“defamation,” robin corrected. “libel is written.”

“no one likes a know-it-all, rob.”

“you dated a reporter for a year!”

“no, they didn’t say shit to me,” eddie said. “in fact, they asked me on a date.”

the car came to an abrupt stop as robin’s jaw fell open in shock. steve quickly pulled over to the curb and turned around.

“they what?”

“are you serious?”

“so fuckin’ serious.” eddie grinned. “we’re going to see a movie tomorrow.”

“okay, wait,” robin shook her head, “so they don’t think you’re, ya’know, a murderer?”

“no!” eddie said, smiling wide.

“holy shit, man,” steve said. “that’s big. real big. i mean, have you ever even gone on a date before?”

“okay, fuck you, harrington” eddie rolled his eyes. “i’m not some fifteen-year-old virgin. you know how many people got ‘fuck a guitarist’ on their bucket lists?”

“ew!” robin groaned.

steve ignored her. “that doesn’t mean you’ve been on a date.”

“how could he not be a virgin and not gone on a – ” robin said, stopping herself before she answered her own question. she looked at eddie in disgust. “you are so gross.”

“is it really that much different?” he asked.

“what movie are you seeing?”

“... castle in the sky.”

robin stuffled her laughter behind her hands while steve signed and started up his car again.

“holy shit,” eddie said, his eyes widening at his realization. “i need a new shirt.”

#wk:3.2k #i never write pre-relationship stuff so bear w me #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson blurb #stranger things #joseph quinn #eddie munson x y/n #joseph quinn fanfiction #joseph quinn drabble #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x cheerleader!reader #joeseph quinn x reader

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Mental health rant under neath the cut

Tw:

Idk generally bad thoughts no privacy dublde standards

I can't deal with this shit no more fucki can't deal with this shit to many double standers just cuz I was born with a vagina man to many double standers and no one irl to this shit about ngl online freinds are banger but can't shake there shoulders for emphasis lol my brothers get away with anything for having dicks idk if jts the teen age hormones menstruation or me just over reacting but I'm angry and cmat deal with this shit sobbing rn but here's no privacy in this damm house I have no rooms even tho my brothers tho can't lock no doors no ii dropped a quikt over my self put the ac on and hope I don't get a heat stroke I'm already fasting tho to the cult known as islam some Muslims are nice and shit but I don't want to be in this cult where I can't even be bisexual in peace but I prefer not be stoned to death even tho that would mean I die and I don't have to deal with this shit but fuck I can't day before I tell my family to fuck off eat ass telll them u shouldn't children amd send them a pic of my kissing a women that would be funny but goddam I can't deal with the fact my brothers and steal my shit be bifchy hurt me whatever and if I complain I get the same damm response

Brothers are just like that

Fuck the best I get is my nice aunt saying they should be nicer I can't deal with my mother's telling me weather she disciples them or not there gonna be like that mo birth giver this sis your fualt I'm a bit bitchy at times but I'm fine amd our westerners magic or some shit or are there boys women in discise no matter what I do they arnt gonna take me seriously fuck once I told my mother I tried to kill me self (it was bout something stupid lol) she went on and on about that would ruin there reputation and shit fuck amd the thing is I'm self aware his shit is wrong but fuck I'm a supposed to do about it I'm here sobbing under a quilt having a heat stroke but the thing I ain't making a single noise beacuse I masterd the art of crying silent I hold my breath then I take a breath quickly so nothing goes out fuck I wanna draw but I can't beacuse my brothers lost my coulers reasonable I still have more then enough to draw beacuse it was a big set with 2 hundred coukers but jt a gift and my maybe autistic ass can deal with so many of them missing I want my set back I want my fans sharpener and fancy eraser back I lost one couler man ONE YET THERES still so many missing my brothers call me so many names yet they go off scott free I have afew online freid s one I vent to but he made the mistake kf being born a boy and I'm a girl so no I can't talk to him fuck and I have no privacy my mom says no privacy till marriage but maybe thags my fault for being bad with technology I changed changed my accounts to my on only a matter of time till my brothers complain to mum about it but my acount was made by brother but I forgot that so I have have find out how to change that if possible amd my conversations are spied by my brothers its so unfair maybe its just a hormonsbut I can't dealcwih this shit why is everything my fault I have half mind mind cut of my breasts and vagina and did I mention I can't run bescuse my chest is developing and I lady shouldn't run and shit while my brother can go fuck of and play football I understand that thers ba dpeople who want ogle at breats and I understand I'm developing my chest a bit earlier then other but dose that mean the little child hood I have should be takes from me should I filch from my mother while my brothers don't why do I have so many more rules that others don't I can't deal with this man I can't I'm so depressed I'm not even writing poetry like usual why are my hobby cringe and weird but when my brothers do it it's different and cool my one escapism famfictions where no matter how much shit tommy goes throw he eventually gets his found family and a happy ending but why don't I!!! Its unfair I go throw dukble the hurt none the fluff my brothers constantly shit on it why are you reading GAY fanfictions when jts gen GEN only reason they think it's gay is because they can't read the tags and think the fact

Tommy innt talks to tubbo

Means tommy is violently fucking him il admit I read original smut time to time but get it right I would never read shut about real people even if it's about the characters my brothers also fuckin gread fanics one of my brother lotions to narouto fnafics the other used to write jojo fan fics prob still dose maybe but I was the only one he felt safe and comfortable enough to show what changed! Now he shots on the fact I write and read i would never think about showing him what I write he tales my things and gets no consequences I'm younger and a bit weaker so I can't even hit him if i do he hits my harder then I scolded this is so fucking unfair i just what someone who o cam show my things who I can love maybe I read to much fanfics of happy endings but lord i wish I could get a time skip to my happy ending skip my hurt I could spend this time writing my storys next chapter but gods I don't want to do anything nowadays I know the reason I want to into the sport club is so I can spend less time at my home call it escapism if you want but gods I don't know man i just don't wanna do this I wanna leave every one is my family sucks but I still love them and that's why it hurts I don't wanna do any of this I don't want to be Muslim I don't wanna be in the closet I don't want to hide hiw fuckimg feminist I am my brothers will proudly say

They hate Indians and there racist they will be say there transphobic homophobic racist sexsist abalist etc my fucking freind is a gay trans man who's autist I'm freinds with a Indian online I think women are fucking sexy I belive everyone deserves rights I don't agree with anything of them I almost wish I was worse all those bad things just so i cam fit in I get so jealous when I read fanfics of loving sibling dynamics now a days why can't I have that Why it's just so unfair I don't wanna do this I don't wanna do this gods I'm blaming this on my peiord but before I leave why the fuck is that so tabbo man why half the population dose it so why do I have to hide it man why are man's so macho when they can't handle the thought that i bleed of my vagina I can't deal with this bullshit man I can't being a women sucks i wanna kiss a girl fuck boy kisser I wanna be a girl kisser women are sexy and oh did i mention what a fucked up relationship I have with my body i once got sick as fuck and my mother said that atleast I'm losing so much weight beacuse of this like mom that's not a good thing I like the compliments I get but it's not worth being hungry and I'm still fat it's so unfair i can't deal with this shit no one fuckinb knows I'm crying bescuse I'm crying so silently when I want to scream so bad rn I'm natursly a scream Cryer but I had to master being silent gods I don't wanna live like this

Peace out yall love your self drink water

I'm gonna go kill my self/jkjk

#bad #bad mental health #i wanna kill my self jkjk #i wanna kill my family #help yall #based on my life #sad thoughts

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no-phrogs-in-hats · 1 year

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If I Could Turn Back Time

Larissa Weems x reader

Chapter 16

Laying in bed, in the pitch black, as Larissa played on her phone, I said, “On Saturday, I was gonna go over to my parents’ to have dinner with them. Did you wanna come with?”

Larissa paused and looked over. “Are–are you sure?”

“Yeah,” I shrugged. “I mean, I’d much rather you see my mom when she’s not yelling at me. But, in all honesty, it’s bound to happen again. I also…um…well…you know, I think of you as my…girlfriend…partner…so..”

“Really?” Larissa’s voice sounded shaky. When I nodded, she smiled, setting her phone down and pulling me into her arms. “I would love to go to your parents’ house for dinner, darling.”

Saturday evening, Larissa met me outside of Nevermore. And, Christ, the second I saw her, my heart skipped a beat. “Wow! You look…Wow!”

Larissa smiled and gave a little twirl. “I didn’t know what to wear, so I thought I’d go for something on the nicer end.”

“We better leave quickly, because I’m ready to eat you right here and ruin my entire dinner.” I grinned and climbed into the car as Larissa followed, blushing madly and giggling like a teenager in school getting up to no good.

The drive into Jericho was quick. We arrived at my parents’ house ten minutes after leaving and my heart began to race as we pulled into their driveway.

“Darling,” Larissa said as she took my hand. “Everything will be fine.”

We were greeted by my parents at the door, both of them smiling as they embraced me before my mother addressed Larissa.

“You’re the principal of Nevermore, right?” she asked. “Wonderful to see you again.”

The four of us entered the kitchen where pasta sat boiling on the stove and my father opened a bottle of red wine for us.

“I’m Quinten, by the way,” he said as Larissa took the glass with a gracious smile–it was, quite obviously, much needed.

We sat at the dinner table where my parents proceeded to practically interrogate Larissa. Everything from where she grew up to where she went to university and how long she had been the principal of Nevermore.

Each question seemed to be layered on top of the previous one–a tiered cake waiting to topple over. So, instead of letting Larissa continue to be interrogated, I intervened.

“Alright, I think that’s enough questioning! Mom, Dad, how are you doing?” I asked, changing the subject entirely and taking a gulp of my wine.

“Well,” my dad began, “I had a talk with my doctor. He said that my arthritis seems to be getting worse. He’s suggesting a hip replacement.”

“Oh god, I’m sorry, Dad,” I said.

My mom swallowed a bite of garlic bread and turned her attention toward me. “The same thing will happen to you because you’re on your feet all day as a teacher.”

There it was.

“Mom, I’m fine,” I grimaced. “Really.”

She raised her wine glass to her lips, “Mhm.”

Slamming my fork down, I had lost my patience. “For once!” I shouted. “For once in your damn life! Can you not voice your disappointment for my choices? I brought my girlfriend over so she could meet you properly without any arguments! God! Every time! Every fucking time! You bring up how I decided to go into teaching instead of your career! Well here’s a fucking newsflash!” I took a deep breath, trying my best to hold back my tears. “I do not have the same ability as you! But, I still use it for my career! Do you know how much better I’m able to educate my students? I understand being a little disappointed–your only child isn’t following in your footsteps–but why can’t you be supportive of my choices?”

I didn’t let her get a single word in before I stood from my chair and left the dining room in an awkward silence.

I was sifting through a box of photos when Larissa came into the room.

“Hi.”

I smiled up from the floor. “Hi.”

“Are you alright?” she asked, coming to sit next to me.

“Yeah,” I said. “This is a normal occurrence. Like I said, my mom’s been disappointed in me since I chose to go into teaching.”

Larissa’s hand rubbed circles on my back and she smiled sadly. “I’m sorry, darling. I wish there was something I could do.” She peeked into the box, pulling out an old picture and giggling. “Is this you?”

“Mhm. I think I was…five, maybe?”

“You’re adorable,” she said. I had never seen someone in such awe, and someone with such love in their eyes. “Goodness, you look nothing like your father.” She picked up another photo with the month and date labeled on the back. “Here’s a picture of your mum. I had almost mistaken it for you.”

I took the picture from her, and flipped it over.

August 1997

“That’s weird,” I said, my eyebrows scrunching in confusion.

“What?”

“I was born on September 3rd. My mom would’ve been almost nine months pregnant.” Then, I thought back to my mother and the reason she became a physicist: she was able to create life out of nothing. At that moment everything made sense.

“What do you mean?” Larissa asked.

My throat felt like it was closing–every breath was shallow and my voice came out choked “Larissa…my mother was never pregnant with me…she…she created me from nothing.” I looked up at her, my face completely drained of blood. “That’s why I look exactly like her. That’s why I look nothing like my father. I was made from her Outcast ability.”

Larissa connected the dots moments later and her face grew a grim look. “Oh, sweetheart…”

I shuffled through the box again–more and more pictures of my mother from the summer of 1997, none of them looking like she was on the verge of giving birth. I searched through more pictures–a few of me as a baby, ten year old me on Halloween, my high school graduation. I had no idea who I was at that point. Nothing felt real. I didn’t feel like a person, like a human being. I was a science experiment. I was nothing.

More and more pictures of my childhood, and then I stumbled upon another one. This one. This one sent chills down my spine. For 25 years I had no clue who my family was on my dad’s side. I had no cousins. No aunts. No uncles. No grandparents.

But everything was coming together now. Everything made sense.

In my hand was a picture of the very people I set eyes on Thursday night. Garret Gates on the left, Laurel Gates on the right, and my father right in the middle. I flipped the picture over and in marker, it read:

Garret, Ansel Jr., and Laurel / summer ‘82

#gwendoline christie #larissa weems #larissa weems x reader #wednesday #gwendoline christie x reader #fanfic

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Here we are, part 5. I'm not even going to try guessing how many there are gonna be at the pace this is going.

[Part 1] – [Part 4] – [Part 6]

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TW for homophobic language (from Eddie's father) right below the cut. It is a single paragraph, then discussed with more positive figures in Eddie's life.

Pin a String to My Chest – 5

A child's question

Eddie listened to what his dad said. How could he not? It was his dad talking, he had to pay attention.

Dad's hatred didn't make much sense, though. He kept saying that boys liking boys was wrong — "fags, all of them," he'd say with a ferocity that kind of scared Eddie — and it made them weak, made them fairies, that they "should all just die already."

Eddie, at eight years old, couldn't understand what was so wrong. Wasn't it enough if those people were happy? Did it really matter who that was with?

His mom smiled at him softly, like she always did, when he asked her. "Of course it doesn't matter," she said. "Most people fear what they can't understand, though."

Dad wasn't home then. Eddie knew not to talk a lot when he was; he didn't like how Eddie seemed to have an endless curiosity about the things around him, always asking "stupid, useless questions."

His mom had always been nicer, anyway. So he listened, stored his questions until his dad was out of the house, and then spent hours just talking to her.

Uncle Wayne had the next two days off, so Eddie was picked up bright and early (at 10 am) the next morning.

He was barely out of the door to hug his uncle when his parents started fighting. Wayne smiled tensely when he frowned, glancing back at his front door, but neither of them said anything until they were halfway to Hawkins.

Until Eddie repeated, "Does it really matter if a boy likes another boy?"

Wayne sighed, a little harshly, and Eddie shrunk into the backseat. With a glance in the rearview mirror, his uncle shook his head.

"Your dad is talkin' shit again, huh?" He affirmed, smiling apologetically. "It shouldn't matter, no," he sighed again, this time… a little sadly. "But a lot of folks are just stuck in their ways, y'know?"

"Like who?"

Wayne chuckled, like he did every time there was a follow-up question. "God-fearin' fanatics, mostly. The type that don't really wanna think by themselves, and are glad to follow the first person that'll tell 'em how to be."

Eddie nodded seriously. He didn't think he'd like someone telling him how to be. Not if that was like his dad, angry words at everything and everyone.

"I don't think you'll have to worry, kid," Wayne was smiling at him, looking in the rearview mirror. "Keep asking questions—"

"To the right people!"

"—to the right people," he chuckled at the echoing words, "And you'll be thinking by yourself no problems.

"You'll always have your ma and I to help too, kiddo."

What no one had told him was that "always" and "forever" could mean just two years.

That sometimes, sickness came too quickly and undetected to take everything that was good to him. That his father would spiral and make Eddie his new preferred target, and make his life miserable for a whole year before he was arrested.

At least Wayne took him in. Wayne didn't get rid of art supplies in the middle of the night because drawing was something that "only girls did."

Eddie wasn't even interested in boys like that! His father didn't know him very well, in the end. Not like his mom had known him. Not like Wayne still did... Hopefully...

Where was Wayne, anyway? Eddie... Eddie missed his uncle, he knew that, but... Why? What happened?

He was sure he could hear voices somewhere beyond the darkness that surrounded him, but he couldn't reach them.

#asexual Eddie Munson #Stranger Things #Eddie Munson #Steddie #Stranger Things fic #Eddie Munson fic #ace!Eddie Munson #asexuality #Wayne Munson #Steve Harrington #Dustin Henderson #wereswriting #I'm not sure how to tw this in the tags so suggestions are welcome

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ashes-writing · 2 years

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the power of love pt four | stranger things ; s.harrington

A/N ; So.. This part came to me out of the blue earlier. I wanted to write something for them but for a hot minute there, nothing I tried seemed to fit. Then while I was cleaning around my house, this came to me and now, here we are. More awkward but cute fluff? Because yeah, that's what this is.

I just wanna say thank you to everyone who has given me feedback on this, y'all truly do not know how much this means to me -be it reblogs, comments, likes, whatever... And y'all don't know how much it inspires me to add to these. I'm just so happy they're out of my head but the fact that people actually seem to be reading them at all has me thrilled. So thank you, thank you, thank you.

Pairing ; Steve Harrington x Henderson!Fem reader.

Timeline / Other Stuff to Note ; set in s2 with like.. None of the upside down, it's fuckery and it's nasty crusty villian monster things. Nobody will be dying, nobody faces life or death circumstance. This is a slice of life fic. There's a huge bit of nicer!tommy and nicer!carol but this is only because Reader is someone they've deemed 'acceptable' -ie writer is writing this so that they both disliked Nancy due to her attitude and their feeling she was fake / the way she did not return their boy's feelings enough for their liking, aka, two concerned friends.

Tag List ; @musichealsscars @aries-arcade @hcloangcls and @allelitesmut are the only people on my Stranger Things taglist. However I extend a special tag to @rampagewriting --absolutely feel free to ignore this bb!. if you'd like to be added to my taglists for anything including Stranger Things, please let me know or add yourself -> here.

Warnings ; writer is an idiot who understands the bare bones about basketball -or any other kind of sport, swearing, cute and awkward lil fluffy flirty moments, internal pining/angst, this is just.. cute. Also, friends to lovers, kind of a little bit of a slower burn.

Other Stuff ; tag list doc || my rules - fandoms and some characters I write for || requests are open (pls.. pls... send me things) but they're limited to headcanon asks + filth/fluff alphabet letters at this time-> send me things pls i begggg

I do not consent to my work being reposted elsewhere or copied/reworked/rewritten and reposted here or elsewhere. You don't own this, I do. So like... don't steal my shit.

It was one of the bigger games of the season. Hawkins High was set to square off against their longtime rival, and the winner of the game was going to the first round of the playoffs for state. Steve wasn’t really nervous. Honestly, he didn’t feel anything.

His parents were out of town, of course. But they had called and his father had done that thing where he intimidated him with the whole “You’re a man, son. Get out there and get it done. No excuses, no whining. Just win.”

His mother had been a little gentler, of course, but not by much. And when he asked if they’d at least be around over the weekend or something, she sighed. He could sense her impatience over the phone. Then suddenly, they had to go, his father had some stupid work meeting dinner thing.

Nance wasn’t going to be in the stands tonight, but then when he remembered that, he laughed bitterly to himself because she really hadn’t ever bothered coming.

Tommy’s mom and dad were all going to be there. Billy’s kid stepsister would probably come even if for nothing more than to heckle Billy.

So really, aside from a scout maybe seeing him play tonight and maybe signing him despite the fact he wasn’t particularly motivated to go to college for any reason, he really didn’t have anything to look forward to.

Tommy was pumped already, jumping around the locker room with Billy, the two of them hollering. Just for appearances, Steve tried to do the same, -mostly so he didn’t worry Tommy or anything, but he just wasn’t feeling it.

Just once, he thinks to himself, I wanna have somebody out there for me.

This was his last thought as he stepped out of the locker room and began the walk up the hallway.

It was something he wasn’t really expecting to happen because it hadn’t yet. Not since he started playing in middle school.

So he really didn’t even glance at the crowd in the stands until Billy gave him a harsh elbow to the side once they were sitting in the bottom row of the bleachers on the home side of the gym. “Hey, Harrington?”

“What, Hargrove?”

Billy nods towards the stands and Steve thinks he’s just being a dick, that he’s rubbing it in like maybe his whole family came tonight or something so at first, he doesn’t look.

But then Tommy’s laughter has him curious. “Ya know.. Y’ keep saying she’s just tutoring you, buddy.. But I digress.” Tommy’s looking in the same direction that Billy was seconds ago.

Steve finally looks that way too and that’s when he spots you. But not just you. No, you’re with your best friend Valerie, a girl who looks similar to Valerie that he’s seen around the arcade a time or two, your little brother Dustin and Carol Perkins, who always comes to every single one of Tommy’s games.

“Guess Carol replaced Nic and Stacy, huh?” Tommy muses after a few seconds. Steve is still trying to process. “They’re here with her, then?” and he feels disappointed.

Tommy chuckles. “Actually, they came on their own. Bumped into Carol in the parking lot. So they were already here, buddy. Why? I don’t know.” he shrugs. “I really don’t. Y’know how she feels about sports, man. But she’s here. Name one time the ex did that, huh? C’mon…” he’s taunting, “I’m waitin.”

Billy chuckles. “Still gonna say it’s just tutoring, dumbass?” he asks as he gazes at Steve and shrugs. “You didn’t tell her about tonight and you threatened to kick mine and Tommy’s ass when we said we were gonna so I know I didn’t. You tell her, Tommy?”

“Nope. Not a word.” Tommy promises.

And he’s not lying either. But what he’s not saying is that he overheard you and Valerie talking in the line at lunch and he heard Valerie tell you that Steve’s parents never bother coming. It’s something Carol may or may not have let slip while talking to Valerie even after Tommy told her to leave it alone and just let whatever happens happen.

But Carol wouldn’t be Carol if she weren’t prying or nosing around. For her reputation to be an ice-hearted bitch, Tommy knew she had a softer spot. She was the one who’d kind of just taken both of them under her wing back in middle school, after all.

Steve still couldn’t quite get his head around it. And he didn’t dare let that sliver of hope grow, not even a little. Because the last time he thought what he felt was serious and real and maybe this time, he’d be enough… He hadn’t been.

But the other side of his brain was at war with this. You were here. And he hadn’t said a single word to you about the game tonight beyond this afternoon, when he mentioned that it wasn’t a big deal despite, according to you, being stressed out enough to shoot off into space yet again. After another one of your massages, he’d come straight here to get in a little practice with Tommy and Billy before things kicked off.

Up in the stands, you scan the front row where the team is sitting. Dustin spots him first and with a grin, he nudges you. “Over there. And he’s looking up here, too.”

“Fuck.” you feel that swarm of bees in your stomach start to buzz around again and you pull yourself together enough to meet Steve’s gaze after looking in the direction Dustin just was.

It’s probably your nerves or the loud crowd around you or you making a mountain out of a molehill, but you can feel yourself heating up all over. Swallowing hard as you give him this awkward little smile and wave and then immediately try to tug down the old Hawkins High Physical Ed shirt that you’d cropped just a little too short earlier before leaving Valerie’s house.

You still couldn’t believe you’d let her talk you into coming tonight, what if this made things weird? You were just starting to feel like you were getting to know the real Steve Harrington. Not the ‘King Steve’ version everybody else got. You were just starting to really like and enjoy being around him, too. The last thing you wanted was to go and do something like showing up tonight to watch him play and making it all weird. What if he didn’t want anybody to actually know you were friends to begin with?

Dustin nudges you. “I want food.”

You grumble, but you dig around to find him some money to make a concessions run with Valerie’s little sister Gia before the game starts. They’re wandering off and Valerie laughs softly. “He’s starin awful hard. I told ya that shirt would do it.”

“I did not wear this for him. I wore it cos I wanted to.” you’re quick to assert, the bright orange lightning bolt earring in your ear banging soft against the side of your neck as you whip your head to the side to look at her.

But deep down, you’d be lying if you didn’t admit that maybe seeing him tonight had just a little to do with your outfit choice. And maybe to dig a little deeper, it had everything to do with overhearing Nancy Wheeler and Barb Holland talking in the bathroom earlier today and Nancy saying that she just ‘didn’t see you with him.’ whatever the hell that meant.

Nobody saw her with him either, it’s not like she has any room at all to be smug or anything because look what she went and did when she had him.

You’re staring at him again before you can stop yourself, your body on fire under a melted chocolate gaze. Your hand raises and a strand of your hair winds around your finger. Just to dispel some of the tension and a little of the anxiety you’re feeling, you make a funny face at him and stick out your tongue. You see him give you that stupidly sexy grin and you give him a thumbs up.

The coach puts him in the game about the same time that Dustin and Gia come back into the gym, having a very vocal conversation with a lot of hand gesturing about something, some game he goes to play with Mike, Lucas and Will most weekends.

Valerie nudges you.

“Do ya think your brother’s ever gonna figure out my little sister’s crazy about him?” she asks, making you laugh to yourself. He’s totally oblivious.

You glance at the two and grin softly, shrugging. “I dunno. But it’d do him some good. He was real bummed when Lucas and Max started dating cos he liked her first. And he looks happy right now.”

One of the boys on the other team has it in for Tommy, Billy and Steve. He shoves Tommy first and beside you, Carol is on her feet. “Hey asshole!”

You’re laughing to yourself a little. But then the guy shoves Steve and the end result is Steve skidding across the hardwood floor.

“Hey dipshit, can you walk and chew gum at the same time or are you just tryin to murder somebody tonight? Why the fuck is he not benched?” you yelp, throwing your hands up as you give the referee an annoyed look.

Valerie is beside herself laughing. Right up to the point when the guy goes after Billy.

“You put one bruise on his beautiful Adonis like body and I’m comin down there my damn self.” Valerie yells out. Loud.

This has both you and Carol pivoting your heads to look at her as both her little sister and your little brother try to shrink way down in the row they sit on in front of the three of you. Dustin’s snickering when he looks at you the second time the opposing team’s player shoves Steve.

“Think I’d get suspended if I went down and just punched the guy in the balls?” you muse aloud, rubbing your chin in thought.

“If he touches one hair on Tommy’s head again, I’m right behind you.” Carol admits with a laugh.

“If he even looks at Hargrove, I’m gonna claw his eyes out.” Valerie mumbles, flipping off the player in question when he locks eyes eyes with her and winks right after getting benched by his coach for all the shoving he's just done to the three boys in question.

“Do you three mind? We’re watchin the game, damn.” Gia throws up her hands as she whirls around to look at the three of you. “I’ve got money ridin on this, jesus christ!”

Carol snickers and gazes at Valerie. “Maybe this isn’t so bad. It’s definitely better than having to share a row with somebody I’m not even naming.”

“Ya mean the wet mop?” Valerie snickers quietly.

“Okay, both of you. Nancy isn’t that bad. Knock it off.” you mumble, earning you a weird look from Valerie and Carol.

“Girl… After you and I both overheard her saying what she did in the girls bathroom?” Valerie’s brow raises and you shrug. “Look.. I’m not competition. I’m not even in the game as far as I know. If she has a problem, that’s on her. Not me.” you shrug again as you point it out. "She had him and she gave him up. That's her issue. Not mine. It's not my business anyway, I mean.. Just his tutor.. Maybe his friend, i dunno..."

“Oh my god, she really is oblivious as hell. You weren’t lying, Valerie.”

Valerie shrugs. Ruffles your hair which has you giving her a dirty look. “It took two freaking hours to get it to at least behave this much.”

Around the break in the middle of the game, the three of you wander down from the bleachers. You’re in line at the concession stands waiting for nachos, your cheesy jalapeno fries and Carol’s diet soda when Carol speaks up. “The coach likes me. As in, he’ll totally let me… and possibly both of you, go over and give them something to drink if it’s water. My big idiot looks like he’s not nearly hydrated enough…” Carol is smirking as she says it.

Every part of you starts to say that’s girlfriend behavior and you do not want to come off weird or clingy or anything, but while your brain is on a time out after witnessing Steve just rip off his jersey top and throw it when he got benched before the break in the game for finally shoving the other guy back, Valerie answers for both of you.

“Okay, bet. We’re in.” she’s grinning. Valerie is probably the boldest girl you know and you just have a feeling that she’s not going to stop until she’s gotten a certain bad boy’s attention. You? Not so much so. You just don’t want to lose the budding friendship and you don’t dare to hope for anything else.

“Well?” Carol is looking at you.

You remember the fact that Steve is the only person on his team without anybody here tonight.. Technically untrue because that is the entire reason you agreed to come with Valerie and bring your brother to spend time with Gia tonight… And you just can’t not do… something.

Friends take their guy friends something to drink at breaks in games too… Right?

Right.

And that’s what you’ll stick to.

You smirk and nod. “Yeah. I’m in.”

You dig out some more money and pay for your loaded fries, a bottled water and two sodas -one for you, one for Dustin. And then, on very shaky legs, you are sneaking around the court with Carol and Valerie, using the two of them for cover.

Carol talks to the coach for a second or two and then after the coach grumbles but nods, she smirks in her triumph.

And she grabs you by the elbow and practically thrusts you at Steve.

“Uh…” your brain and your mouth are doing it again, that stupid thing where they hate working together. When you feel your exposed midriff brush against his abs, you nearly choke on your tongue and finally, you remember the whole reason you’re even over here on this side of the court to begin with. You hold up the bottled water and as you’re doing that, your eyes catch on the way he’s got a handprint shaped bruise on his bicep where one of the guys grabbed him earlier in the game and another shoved him from behind.

You cringe as you gaze at it, and before your super strong built in censor can kick in to stop you, you’ve raised a hand and your fingers gingerly graze the bruise. “Ouch. At least the ref finally benched that fucking jerk.” you mumble.

Steve chuckles quietly. And he can’t stop staring at the cropped shirt. Or the way your height makes the top of your head hit just at the center of his chest. You’re rambling again and kind of flushed and it’s cute, it really is. He always wants to ask you if he makes you nervous because to him, it seems like he does. He just always stops himself.

His hand settles against your hip. “It’s fine. Hazard of playin.” he shrugs. “Thank you.” it comes out quieter. Way huskier than he means it to. And he’s stepped closer before he can stop himself. “I’m glad you’re here.”

You want to kick yourself when instead of actual words, your mouth opens and you giggle like some little girl with a crush instead. When you giggle and shrug at him, he’s staring down at you intently. Like he’s lost in thought.

Carol and Valerie stop by you and grab your arm, you’re laughing and waving and you yell “Hey, good luck, break a leg,.. I mean not really, but like.. Yeah.” you want to kick yourself again.

He managed to fluster you without even trying.

And for the rest of the game, Carol and Valerie have so much fun taunting you about your awkwardness. But you don’t really care. Because making him smile was nice. And it was one of his rarer real ones,too.

That was worth it.

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