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starpirateee · 4 months

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I want to see the show

@lautski-week day 4 - Fireworks

Warnings: none / read on AO3 here

"They're running a fireworks display down at the docks!" Pete came running up to his friends, a flyer in his hand. They never did anything interesting enough in Hatchetfield, not enough to worth noting, anyway. So this was exciting.

Richie's eyes lit up. "When?"

"At the weekend! I might go, y'know? You guys coming with?"

"I'm down!"

"Me too!" Ruth grinned, grabbing the flyer when Pete offered it out. She and Richie looked it over together, committing the date, time and location to memory as best as they could.

While they were occupying themselves with that, Pete glanced over to Steph to see if she would be joining him. He swore she looked nervous, but he didn't want to find himself mistaken. She met his eye, and then immediately went to find the flyer with a rapid glance. He tried to get anything else off her, but it was as if any nervousness she did hold, she was hiding.

That wasn't brought up again until they were all walking home. Pete deliberately hung back and eventually managed to get Steph to do the same. "So... Are you gonna be there?"

"I dunno, Pete..."

"This about your dad?"

"No, it's just-" She glanced ahead, to see whether Ruth and Richie were paying attention. When she found out they weren't, she sighed. "I don't do too well with... y'know, loud noises and stuff..."

For a moment, Pete tried to recall what music he remembered Steph listening to. She tended to prefer the kind with guitar heavy backgrounds, didn't she? And there'd been more than one occasion where he thought he could hear what she was listening to through her headphones. "Really?"

As if she'd read his mind, she added, "yeah, most people don't really think about it, cos I like rock, but y'know, I can manage that. It's different with music."

He nodded as if he understood. In a way, he sort of did. Having control over something always felt better than not being able to manage it and feeling overwhelmed when it happened. On one hand, he really wanted Steph to be there, and he wanted it to be all of them, but on the other hand, the last thing he wanted was to make her uncomfortable in any capacity. And that had to include taking into account the fact that she couldn't deal with loud environments.

"I know it's weird, it's a weird mix."

"No, no I know what you mean. You don't actually have the music loud if you don't feel like it, but fireworks come in one volume and... That's kinda it."

She hummed, almost apologetic. Pete wanted to reassure her that she had nothing to apologise for. "I guess it'd be fine if we were further away, but the docks isn't exactly a large place, and I don't think I'd be able to get back far enough..."

"It's okay-"

"I wanna go, Pete, I do! I like hanging out with you guys."

Suddenly, Pete had an idea. He smiled slightly, and reached for her hand. "If we can make it work, would you come?"

"If you can make it work?"

"Just trust me!"

Steph was the first to leave the group on the way back home. Pete caught up with Ruth and Richie, going over his idea in his head to make sure it didn't sound like complete bullshit when he said it out loud. She liked hanging out with them... So, he had to make an effort to make it worth it. If she wanted to hang out with them, they could totally make this work!

"Hey, guys, can I ask you something?"

Ruth slowed her pace, and glanced up at Pete. She could see that his mind was starting to race, and before he started going too fast, she nodded, wanting to let him get his ideas out. "Okay.. Sure, what d'you wanna ask?"

"I dunno whether I should be telling you guys this, it's not really my business, but it's about Steph. She wants to come at the weekend, but she's not really good at dealing with loud spaces, if you know what I mean... So, I was wondering, could we get somewhere we could still see the docks from, so she could still come and we could still see the fireworks?"

He fully rejoined their little gathering. Richie looked a little surprised at the news, but he was thinking about it too, if not to try and figure out a place where both of those things could happen at the same time. It was very obvious that Pete liked Steph, and maybe it was the other way around too. He knew that he was certainly warming up to her, she was really nice when she wasn't hanging around the other cool kids...

"So, somewhere high up, where we could still see the docks, but maybe far enough that we can't hear them so well?"

"Exactly!"

"You're really thoughtful, you know that? That's real sweet..." He smiled over at Pete, who rubbed the back of his hand and smiled back. "We can probably make that work, though, in any case."

They bounced ideas off each other for a while, crossing off places because they were too far away or the view wasn't good enough. Eventually, Pete realised something that he should've realised a long time ago. "I don't know what I've been thinking, I literally live in an apartment block about a quarter mile from the docks."

"Your brother would let us use his apartment?"

"I mean, maybe not? But we could go sit on the roof. I've got a speaker, we could make a little show of it!"

"I like it! I can bring blankets, if you want!" Ruth offered eagerly. Her backpack was too large at the best of times, there was definitely a chance that she could squeeze a blanket in there if she wanted.

"Blankets, huh?" Pete raised an eyebrow, but he was still smiling. "And Richie, you live close enough to the store... Could you do us a snack run on your way?"

"Sure!"

So, it was decided. As soon as Pete got home, he called Steph and updated her on everything the three of them had laid out in the course of their journey home. She had to pretend to be totally chill about it, but on the inside, her heart was doing somersalts. She couldn't believe that Pete would consider doing something like that just so she could hang out with them too.

"You really don't have to, y'know," she'd insisted, but Pete was having none of it.

"I know, but we all want you here, and besides, it might be fun!" he'd answered, and she'd felt a little warmer at that.

The weekend rolled around. Ruth arrived at Pete's first, and he had completely lost track of the days, fully unaware that the fireworks display was tonight.

"Pete... door." Ted's knock on his bedroom door came hard as usual, and yet Pete was still startled by it every time he did it. This time was no exception.

"Huh?"

"One of your friends, the one with the braces. She said somethin' about fireworks?"

"Oh shit. That's today?"

"Y'mean the one own the docks? Didn't know you were going..."

"I'm... Not. Not really. Long story." Pete rushed out of his room and towards the front door, where Ruth was indeed waiting, just inside. So, Ted did have the liberty to let her in, then... To him, it didn't look like she'd brought the blankets as she'd said, and he considered the version of this where the two of them dragged his off his bed and up the stairs to the roof. "Uh, where's the-"

Ruth took off her backpack and unzipped the main compartment. Inside, rolled to an incredibly neat size and packed close together were not one but two blankets. Pete's eyes widened involuntarily.

"Jesus Christ, how did you do that?"

"Took everything else outta my bag and let my mom help me roll them. She's real good at stuff like that."

"They're perfect. Thanks so much! We can wait around in my room till everyone else shows up."

Ruth was first through the door. On his way in, Pete leaned out towards the kitchen and shouted, "Are you going to the fireworks?"

"Some guy at work invited us, yeah... We might be out a while, I think he's looking to get his drink on." Ted answered. "Why's yours a long story?"

"We're gonna watch them from here? On the roof."

He could almost literally hear Ted thinking that one over. It almost took him way too long to figure out that they could actually do that and make it work, too.

Just then, there was another knock at the door. Pete scrambled to get it this time, because if Ted opened the door to Steph, he'd probably refuse to believe she was even standing there waiting for Pete. As it happened, it was her. Ted was clearly in the background, trying not to make himself look like he was startled at who he saw when Pete opened the door. If he wasn't startled then, he certainly was when Pete pulled the girl into a hug that she returned.

"I still can't believe you've put this together for me," Steph couldn't help the grin spread on her face. As she and Pete parted, she glanced over his shoulder and saw his brother staring. She subtly motioned this to Pete, who turned around quickly and flushed bright red.

"Jesus CHRIST, TED!"

Ted just laughed. Mainly, that was an attempt at staving off the fact that his nerdy little brother just hugged a girl who looked that cool. God damn, were they- had Pete really scored himself a girlfriend without telling?

Pete showed Steph to his room. "Richie text a few minutes ago. He's gonna be a bit late, but we're still gonna be able to catch the fireworks. I told him half an hour earlier than I should've... He's always running late."

Steph chuckled, considering taking a seat on Pete's bedroom floor. He'd taken the office chair, and Ruth had one corner of his bed. He motioned towards the bed, clearly seeing what she was about to do, and she took a seat on the end. While the three of them were chatting, idly winding away the time, he stood up on the chair and pulled what looked like an old radio from a cardboard box on top of his shelves.

"That's your speaker?" Ruth asked in awe. "That's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen!"

"It was an arcade prize years ago... Couple thousand tickets at Pizza Pete's, y'know how it is." He set the thing on the desk and turned it on to see if it still worked. It crackled, seemingly uncertainly, and then a light appeared on the top beside the buttons. He smiled. "God, it really won't give in, will it?"

Richie arrived within ten minutes, his bag overflowing with various snacks. That's why they'd assigned him to the snack run, he always knew how to pack the best ones... The three of them met him in the hallway, carting their various items. Ruth and Steph each had a blanket bundled under their arms, and Pete had his speaker, having made sure it was at least a little bit charged before they went. He absently yelled a goodbye towards Ted, and then led the way up the staircase towards the roof.

"He's a strange one, your brother, isn't he?" Steph commented, shooting a look towards the door as they walked away.

"I never told him I was seeing you, I think we gave him the shock of a lifetime." Pete laughed.

"You didn't tell him?"

"I haven't had the chance yet, he's been busy! Well, he definitely knows now, and if he's not too hungover tomorrow, I'm definitely gonna get asked about it."

"I still can't believe you two are official!" Ruth sighed wistfully. "Like, that's so cool!"

Neither could he. This was the best thing to ever happen to him, and he felt luckier every day to be by her side. cos she was a friend too, it was always more than a date to him. She was someone to laugh to, someone to share obscenely large buckets of popcorn with during shitty movies, someone to text at stupid hours because he was drunk and lovesick.

Well, not drunk. It was one night... And he'd only drank in the first place because he'd met people on a day out looking at colleges and they'd suggested getting to know each other over drinks. But he did end up texting her, regardless of how it was he'd ended up like that.

"You wouldn't think it was cool if I was drunk texting you at 2:30 in the morning." He muttered.

"You didn't..."

"He did. Bunch of nerds from Michigan let him come drinking with them, then he got to the hotel room and I got... it all." Steph managed a laugh. She still had the texts, though she didn't think Pete knew that. They were sweet to her, and he'd been so sincere in every word he'd written.

"You didn't get the hangover the next morning..." He defended as he pushed open the door to the roof and led the group outside.

The roof wasn't really a huge space, not compared to the inside. There was a little square of concrete that Steph presumed only covered the central staircase. In fact, the rest of the roof was just below them, but it was a fair jump down, and she didn't suspect there'd be a way back up that wasn't through someone's window. But, they really could make do with this.

She and Ruth set out the blankets, and the four of them took a seat in a direction that roughly faced the docks. She could see the lake from here, so they were definitely looking in the right direction. Really, this was a nice spot, and really was everything Pete had detailed to her on the phone. She wished she wasn't already grinning like an idiot so she could really show her appreciation for him.

He worked on connecting the speaker, and the first firework shot into the sky, exploding in a flash of red light. It wasn't long before music filled the space between the four of them, and she realised that she could barely hear the fireworks at all. "This is... It's perfect." She leaned back, letting her hands plunge into the soft fibres of the blanket underneath her. Pete grinned, reaching out for her hand.

"Glad we could help," Richie hummed, digging into his backpack for a little bag of popcorn. "He did mean it, y'know, we want you to hang out as much as possible. Not just cos it makes us look cooler-"

She laughed. "But you think it does?"

"Oh, without a doubt. You're the coolest part of any of this."

#lautski week #stephanie lauter #peter spankoffski #starkid #void offering #i am living to project audiosensitivity onto steph #its what im here for

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spiderking-of-queens · 1 year

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Chapter Twenty-Four: The Heartbreaker

Summary: Robin devises a scheme to get you and Steve to work things out. (Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader, 9k words)

Warnings: Mentions of sex, language, shameless TS Midnights lyrical references (Robin is absolutely a Mastermind lol)

Tags: @princesseddie @dessxoxsworld @blackbirddaredevil23

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September 21st, 1985

The day after your second failed outing with Eddie, Robin called you up to ask you to hang out. She could immediately tell by the tone of your voice that something was wrong. You refused to give her details due to your lingering embarrassment, so she insisted on you letting her take you out to cheer you up. You had planned to see Teen Wolf with her and Steve when it came out at the end of August, but thanks to your falling out with him, you never got around to it. So when Robin suggested finally going to see it, you happily accepted.

You walked to the cinema, expecting her to meet you there on foot as well, but after waiting for her for several minutes, you watched as a familiar burgundy BMW pulled up to the curb. Your heart dropped. It was Steve’s car.

You sat on the bench in front of the cinema, frozen, as you watched Robin and Steve bickering in the car. Then eventually, Robin got out and slammed the door behind her, infuriating Steve even more. She rolled her eyes at him and walked over to you, her hands jammed into her jacket pockets.

“Hi,” She said with an innocent smile. You glared up at her from the bench.

“Why didn’t you tell me Steve was coming?” You asked, eliciting another eye roll from her.

“Do you honestly think that I would have voluntarily suggested going to see Teen Wolf? You and Steve were the only ones who wanted to see it. I thought you knew me better than that, Y/N.”

“I assumed you were just trying to be nice because you knew I was sad,” You protested, narrowing your eyes at her.

“Well I wasn’t! I was being devious.”

“What?” You demanded, standing up in front of her. “What does that mean?”

“Did you really think I didn’t notice that there was something weird going on between you and Steve?”

You glanced over her shoulder to get a good look at him still sitting in his car behind her. He was staring at the two of you, and immediately turned his head when he caught you to act like he hadn’t been.

“Honestly… no I didn’t,” You grumbled.

“Well, I did! And it’s been seriously stressing me out, and I cannot handle more stress in my life right now. I already have to worry about graduating, college, a Lovecraftian dimension, and my love life - in no particular order - so I really don’t need whatever petty bullshit you two are fighting about on my plate, too!”

“Oh my god,” You scoffed, crossing your arms. “I’m so sorry that me and Steve not hanging out is so detrimental to your mental well-being, I had no idea that we were making your life so difficult. Thanks for sharing that.”

“Hey! If I have to listen to you whining about Eddie, and Steve whining about you and not going to college, then I think you can stand to listen to me whine for, like, one minute…”

“Whoa, wait!” You interrupted her, putting a hand up. “He’s been whining about me? What has he been saying to you?”

She swallowed nervously and lowered her eyes, then bit her lip.

“… I’ve said too much,” She whispered, and turned around to go back to the car.

“Robin!”

“Just get in the car!” She commanded, her hand on the door handle of the backseat. “I’m officially calling The Lonely Hearts Club to order. We will work this out together, or not at all.”

“Okay, I choose not at all, then,” You snorted.

“I lied! That’s not an option. Now get in the goddamn car!” She yelled loudly, pointing a finger at the passenger-side door like she was a disgruntled mother trying to corral her children. Your eyes widened with shock at her outburst.

“Please,” She added, much softer after gauging your expression. “Do you wanna see this stupid movie or not?”

You rolled your eyes and stomped over towards the car indignantly.

“Fine,” You whined as you pulled on the door handle, then plopped down into the passenger seat roughly before closing the door behind you. Steve looked between you and Robin with wide eyes.

“Am I supposed to just pretend I didn’t notice any of that?” He asked.

“Yes,” You both answered at the same time.

“Okay, then…”

“Alright,” Robin said, leaning forward between the two of you and resting her elbows on each of your seats. “I don’t know what’s going on between you two, and I really don’t care. But you are going to figure this out right here and now because I swear to god if I have to be caught in the middle of whatever bullshit this is for one more second…”

“Alright, alright. Easy, Robin. Y/N, I’m sorry,” Steve said with an exasperated shrug, barely bothering to turn and look you in the eye before addressing Robin again. “Are you happy now?”

Robin squinted at him with disdain.

“No! What the hell was that? What is wrong with you two?! Don’t you guys remember how much we’ve been through together this summer? How we literally slayed a giant spider monster? What could be so much bigger than that that you can’t even stand to look at each other anymore?”

Steve eyed you, his eyebrows wrinkled together ever so slightly in a way that made him look completely pathetic, and you turned your face to the window so you wouldn’t have to see it anymore. Robin just kept looking between the two of you as she tried her hardest to read between the lines.

He opened his mouth to say something, and in a moment of panic that he was about to reveal the truth to her, you sat up straight and interrupted him.

“I’m sorry, too. Okay? We’re both sorry, Robin. Can we drop this now?”

She raised an eyebrow at you, then looked back at Steve who was running a hand through his hair frustratedly.

“Why are you both being so goddamn cryptic?!” She groaned, pulling down her eyelids in aggravation. “This is stupid. If you don’t wanna talk about it with me here, then I will wait outside the car. But if I deem that your apologies are disingenuous in any way, shape or form, no Michael J. Fox for either of you! Are we understood?”

“Robin, how exactly do you plan on enforcing this punishment?” Steve complained. She cocked her head at him angrily.

“You really need to start giving me some more credit, Steve. Remind me, who was the one that masterminded this entire Machiavellian scheme to get you two to speak again?”

“…What?” He asked, scrunching his face up in confusion.

“Never mind! Just… talk! Apologize. For real this time! I’ll be outside.”

She got out and slammed the door behind her once again, leaning against the car with her arms crossed as if she was guarding it. Steve looked like he was about to yell at her for it again, but then bit it back and rested his forehead against his steering wheel to calm himself down instead.

The two of you sat in silence for a moment before you sighed loudly and spoke up.

“Thanks for not telling Robin about what happened. I’d appreciate it if we continued to keep it that way… if that’s okay with you. I just don’t want her to make it more awkward than it already is.”

“Sure. Whatever you wanna do,” He shrugged as he leaned back in his seat, staring straight ahead.

You fell silent again, and then heard Robin clear her throat from outside.

“I don’t hear any talking in there!” She yelled, her back still to the both of you. You rolled your eyes, and Steve let out a loud groan.

“Look…” He finally said. “I am sorry. I’m sorry for bringing you to the quarry, I’m sorry for confusing you, I’m sorry for taking your first kiss away from you, and I’m sorry that we got caught. I really am.”

You finally made eye contact with him, and unraveled your arms with another loud sigh.

“No, I’m sorry. I kissed you first and then made a bigger deal about it than I should’ve. I shouldn’t have gotten so mad at you, and I’m sorry for being so cold and distant. I just… I’m having a hard time comprehending everything. It’s… weird for me.”

“It’s weird for me, too,” He shrugged. “But it happened.”

“Yeah. Believe me, I know…”

You pushed your hair behind your ear and turned away from him again. You could feel him looking at you still.

“Do you think you’ll ever be able to move on from it? Or are things always going to be like this between us?” He asked solemnly.

“I don’t know,” You admitted to the floor quietly after pondering this for a moment. “I’m really sorry. I’m… trying.”

He sighed and rubbed a finger against the steering wheel absentmindedly.

“Okay, well… can we just pretend for tonight that we’re okay? Just to get Robin off of our backs? I actually do want to see this stupid movie.”

You couldn’t resist smiling a little bit at his admission, and looked over at him with a shrug.

“Me too… Okay. I think I can do that.”

“Okay. Great,” He grumbled, throwing up his hands in a halfhearted celebration. “Let’s go then.”

The two of you got out of the car and stood in front of Robin, side by side. She glanced between both of you a couple of times with her arms crossed, trying to feel out whether or not you had actually settled your disagreement.

“So?” She asked eventually, her chin jutting out impatiently. “Are you guys done fighting or what?”

“For the record, I wouldn’t say we were ever really fighting,” You protested, then turned to Steve and asked, “Right?” quietly when you realized that might not have actually been the case.

“Right,” He confirmed with a nod and an unenthusiastic smile. “But we’re good now, Robin. We promise.”

You nodded back at him, then the two of you stood and waited for Robin’s judgement, staring her down as she glared back at the two of you. She seemed skeptical, but rolled her eyes and grabbed you both by the sleeves of your jackets anyways.

“Fine. Come on,” She mumbled, dragging you both into the cinema. You and Steve couldn’t help smirking at each other behind her back over your shared deception. It was what she deserved for trying to pull one over on the two of you.

Just to ensure that you and Steve were both actually on friendly terms again, Robin made sure that you sat in-between them in the theater. It felt a little awkward at first, especially considering that part of the plot was based around Michael J. Fox’s character trying to decide if he wanted to be with his childhood best friend or not. They even wound up in a closet together as part of a party game. You wondered if Steve noticed the similarities to your real life situation, too. It was making you anxious. But halfway through the movie, when he absentmindedly stuck out his popcorn bucket to you as his eyes stayed glued to the screen, it filled you with a sense of relief.

You missed watching movies with Steve. He always laughed loudly when no one else did and annoyed Robin with his questions about movie plots, and he always made sure to share his popcorn and candy with both of you. The gesture had always meant a lot to you.

You took a couple of pieces and thanked him and he nodded in response. Then he leaned over and whispered, “Is it just me, or is there absolutely no way this girl would be that into him just because he’s a werewolf?”

“That’s your biggest issue with this movie?” You snorted.

He chuckled and shrugged, then went back to shoveling popcorn into his mouth as he happily continued watching the film.

The second the movie was over, Robin sprung out of her seat and began to walk down the stairs. You and Steve gave each other a knowing look. You were about to get an entire lecture on every single thing that was wrong with the movie.

“Uh oh,” He muttered.

“Here we go,” You agreed with a sigh. “Let’s get this over with.”

The two of you found her pouting in the lobby, her arms crossed as she stood and waited. Steve tossed his popcorn bucket in the trash can as if he was shooting a basketball and then cocked his head at her.

“Alright. Out with it Buckley.”

“I cannot believe that you two actually wanted to see that movie!” She blurted before he even fully finished his sentence. “I will never, ever get that hour and a half of my life back again. I am in mourning.”

“Jesus Christ, come on. It was entertaining at least, wasn’t it?” Steve chuckled.

“No! It was horrible.”

“Hey, you were the one that plotted this scheme, remember?” You added. “You’re the reason why we came here to watch it in the first place.”

“Yeah, so…” She mumbled shyly. “And the plan worked. So, I’d do it again. Any day.”

You and Steve smiled at her, then glanced at each other shyly. Robin rolled her eyes at your shared awkwardness and backed away towards the entrance of the cinema.

“Okay. I’m starving. Let’s get pizza,” She announced, then walked out the door without waiting for either of you to agree with her.

“Alright, then…” Steve snorted. “Guess we’re getting pizza. You coming, Y/N?”

You nodded at him with a small smile, then let him hold the door open for you before you followed Robin down the street towards the pizza parlor.

“And I’m sorry, but what the hell was that ending?” Robin continued her rant as the three of you ate your pizza. She had been rambling for a solid ten minutes. “Like, do we really need a heartfelt moral to a story about a teenage werewolf? I thought it was supposed to be a comedy. And by the way, the way they completely glossed over the whole mythical aspect of the werewolf was so stupid. Why didn’t anyone else besides his school care that there was an actual freaking living werewolf in the world?! It would have been a global news story!”

You and Steve laughed at her, then Steve shrugged as he swallowed a bite of his pizza.

“I liked the basketball subplot,” He said with a smirk, knowing it would piss Robin off.

“I think his best friend was funny. A huge douche, but still funny,” You added gleefully. “And I loved Michael J. Fox, of course.”

Robin rolled her eyes and grimaced as she threw her pizza crust back down on her plate.

“You two make me sick.”

“Is there anything you liked about the movie?” Steve asked her. “Anything at all?”

She thought about it, then smiled suspiciously deviously.

“Well, I will say that the only part I didn’t have any complaints about was him ending up with his friend. He was an oblivious idiot for a while there.”

She smirked at you before taking a bite, and in a moment of panic, you wondered if there was more to her scheme than she was letting on. She had laid her jacket beside her so you had to scoot in beside Steve in the booth across from her. Was it intentional? Your face began to flush as you prepared for her to say something more, but thankfully, she immediately changed the subject after eyeing the “help wanted” sign on the window next to her.

“Oh, speaking of idiots… Steve, did you ever figure out what to put on your résumé for the Family Video job?”

He paused mid bite and dropped his pizza onto his plate, glaring at Robin with an unamused expression.

“Ha ha, I get it, I’m stupid. I don’t know how to make a résumé. Very funny.”

“Wait, you didn’t have one for Scoops Ahoy?” You asked him.

“No…my…dad helped me get it. I don’t want his help this time.”

“And we’re very proud of you for that,” Robin added, attempting to backtrack her previous overly harsh jab at him. He glanced up at her, his mouth a thin line, still unamused.

“Whatever…”

“No, seriously. That’s great, Steve. I hope you get the job. Let me know if I can help at all,” You offered.

He smiled at you humbly.

“Wish me luck, too,” Robin said, interrupting your moment. “I’m also applying.”

“So you guys are, like, competing for it?”

“Well, I know the manager from marching band, so… I’m hoping I can get us both a job.”

“Went from using my dad to using Robin…” Steve grumbled. “Can’t even get a stupid Family Video job on my own. Hopeless.”

“Relax, Steve!” Robin protested. “You’re still gonna earn the job. I’m just going to… help you out a little.”

“There’s no shame in that,” You added sincerely.

“Then why do I feel ashamed? It’s Family Video.”

“Hey, I’d be working there, too!” Robin objected, offended.

“That’s different. You’re still in high school.”

“Well, what about me?” You interjected. “I’m working at the general store and I’m a high school graduate. That’s not much different.”

“Yes it is! You’re an artist. What else do I have?”

“You have us!” Robin said, overly gleeful, framing her face with her hands with a toothy grin. “And your boyish good looks.”

“And your car. It’s a very nice car…” You added.

“And you have very beautiful hair.”

Steve sat back in his chair and shook his leg as he waited for the two of you to give up your bit.

“You done?” He asked with an eyebrow raised when you went silent. You and Robin looked at each other, then both shrugged unanimously.

“Yeah.”

“Yup, that’s pretty much it. That’s really all you’ve got going for you,” Robin said, straight faced, then took a bite of her pizza. Steve groaned and leaned forward, hiding his head in his arms on top of the table.

“Relax, we’re joking Steve!” You said, shaking his arm. “You’re only nineteen. You have plenty of time to figure out what you really want to do with your life. And in the meantime…”

“You get to work with your best friend at Family Video!” Robin cheered, adding jazz hands for extra pizazz. “Where I will happily annoy you every waking moment of your life.”

He lifted his head up, resting his chin on his crossed arms, a frown on his face.

“You just love torturing me, don’t you?” He whined.

“Yes,” Robin said with a chortle as if it was the most obvious statement in the world. “It is literally my favorite hobby. I’m going to put it on all of my college applications as an extra curricular.”

“Ha ha ha,” Steve fake laughed and straightened up in his seat, then took a large bite of his pizza. “Good luck getting in anywhere then. Guess you’ll be stuck with me at Family Video for the rest of your life, after all.”

“Gross, don’t talk with your mouth full, dingus!” She scolded him, tossing a napkin at his head that he expertly dodged. They made childish faces at each other, then he bent over to pick it up off of the floor with an amused smirk.

You giggled at them happily. It felt good to be the third musketeer again, teasing each other mercilessly. Maybe things really would be okay, after all.

“So, where are you planning on going to school anyways?” You asked Robin, making Steve groan melodramatically.

“Ugh, no more ‘future' talk, please!”

“Aw,” Robin cooed. “You gonna miss me, Stevie?”

He glared at her then rolled his eyes, and she smirked back at him knowing that the answer was yes.

“Anyways… I’m not sure yet. I’m working on getting some scholarships. Or… just, any scholarships, actually. I’ll take what I can get.”

“Well, if you don’t get any, you can always opt to just run away with…” Steve trailed off, then mouthed the name, “Vickie,” covering his mouth with the wrong hand so that you could still see what he was saying. Robin rolled her eyes and reached out to him, slapping down his hand and grabbing what would have been the correct one to put it up to the other side of his mouth instead. Steve slowly lowered it with gritted teeth and mouthed an apology to her.

“Who’s Vickie?” You asked her with a smirk, leaning forward curiously.

“No one, just… someone from band.”

“Ooooooh, someone from band!” You teased her, and she sat back in the booth to cover her eyes in shame.

“Can you both please stop before I combust?” She hissed. “There is nothing going on, okay? I don’t even know if she likes girls or not. And Steve, for the record, this is the last time I tell you anything.”

“Yeah, that’s probably for the best,” He admitted with a shrug.

“Oh, come on, Robin. Relax. I’m sorry. I’m just teasing.”

“Yeah, come on, Robin,” Steve parroted you, “At least she’s a big step up from Tammy Thompson.”

“Tammy Thompson?” You snorted. “You had a thing for Tammy Thompson?”

“A… a long time ago!” She tried to argue, then muttered, “Thanks again, Steve!” Through gritted teeth.

“I sincerely hope Vickie really is a step up, because you can do so much better than Tammy.”

“Right?” Steve agreed with an overly enthusiastic nod. “That’s what I tried to tell her!”

“She was… nice! And pretty. And brave!” Robin squeaked, trying to defend herself.

“Yeah, right, brave… She has to be to try to make it as a singer with that voice of hers.”

You made the mistake of taking a drink at the same time Steve said this, and a little bit of it sprayed out of your mouth as you doubled over in laughter. Robin looked at you in horror, but Steve was amused, joining in on your laughter.

“I’m sorry,” You said, trying to collect yourself, then turned to Steve. “I was just remembering that one time she made us sit and watch her impromptu concert…”

“Oh my god, yes. In her backyard!” He finished your sentence excitedly. “Holy shit, I can’t believe I forgot about that. We were trying so hard not to laugh the entire time.”

Robin couldn’t help smiling a little at your shared memory, clearly pleased that her plan to bring you both together again was working.

“You guys were friends as kids?”

“Oh, yeah. You didn’t know that?” Steve said, genuinely shocked that neither of you had mentioned it before. “Tammy lives across the street from me, and Y/N lives, like, a block away. God, the Thompsons were always so annoying. Y/N broke Tammy’s brother’s hockey stick once because he was being a little dick.”

“No way. Y/N? I don’t believe you,” Robin teased, shaking her head.

“It’s true. I did. And he deserved it, trust me,” You giggled.

“Shit, you really are a badass. Not that I… doubted it,” She added with an unconvincing grin. You rolled your eyes at her with a playful scoff.

“Thank you, Robin. I appreciate that.”

You and Steve looked at each other and laughed again, then your smile began to fade when you remembered how overshadowed your happy childhood memories were with your falling out in middle school. And now, with the complication of your kiss, too. Guess it wasn’t so easy to forget, after all.

“Okay, anyways…” Robin filled the lull in your conversation after swallowing another bite of her pizza, bringing your attention back to the present. “Steve, since you insisted on poking at my love life, why don’t you tell us how your date went last Friday with… what’s her name again?”

You snapped your head up in shock to look at him, and he stared back at you with wide eyes. That was the night he had rescued you from The Hideout.

“You were on a date last weekend?” You asked him, sounding a bit more shaken than you intended.

“Oh, um, yeah. Linda. It was fine. Nothing special, I guess.”

“So does that mean you didn’t get laid?” Robin mocked him, her eyebrow raised deviously.

Steve swallowed nervously, trying to avoid your piercing gaze.

“I… well…” He trailed off and covered his mouth with his hand, trying to conceal his reddening cheeks.

“Holy shit, look at your face!” Robin teased. “You did, didn’t you?”

He turned his head to look at you, unable to resist any longer, then glanced back at Robin and nodded quickly as if he was hoping that neither of you would be able to perceive it. But you both did, and Robin cheered while you continued to stare at him in shock.

“Thank god!” She exclaimed as Steve tried to shush her. “You’ve been such a pill. I think you needed that.”

“Okay, weirdo. I appreciate your concern with my sex life, but can we please change the subject?”

“Alright, alright. Geez. Sorry, since when are you so shy about your romantic endeavors?”

You were the reason why. And also probably the reason why he had been so… frustrated. You knew it, he knew it. The only one who didn’t know it was Robin. You were beginning to feel sick.

“Okay, Y/N. Your turn. What’s got you so bummed out this time?” Robin pried. “I’m gonna take a wild guess and say… Eddie?”

Great. That question certainly wasn’t helping the knot in your stomach. You began to pick apart your leftover pizza crust anxiously.

“It’s nothing.”

“Come on. Steve and I both talked about our love lives, now it’s your turn. Out with it.”

You glanced over at Steve who was actually doing a remarkably good job of playing dumb.

“Okay… I hung out with him. And it didn’t go well. That’s all.”

“Shit. What happened? He didn’t live up to the ridiculously high standards you’ve been building up in your head for, like, five years?” Robin teased.

‘No,’ You thought. ‘More like, I didn’t.’ But you kept this to yourself.

“I don’t know. Maybe we are just too different,” You said instead.

At the end of the day, this wasn’t really a lie. He knew exactly what he wanted, and you were floundering. That was the main difference you couldn’t get past.

You weren’t exactly sure why you were being so withholding. Maybe it was because you were still ashamed by how you acted. Or maybe it was because part of the reason why it had gone poorly was because of Steve (in more ways than one), and you didn’t want to have to dance around it. Either way, you would rather throw yourself into oncoming traffic than talk about it a second longer. Steve must have felt the same, because he cleared his throat and spoke up before Robin could.

“Ease up, Rob. I’m sorry for bringing up Vickie. Don’t take it out on Y/N.”

“I’m not! She sounded so sad on the phone, I just thought she might want to talk about it.”

Steve turned to you, his eyebrows furrowed with worry. You pinched the bridge of your nose in aggravation.

“Guys, I’m fine! Okay? Just… disappointed. That’s all. I’ll get over it. Can we drop it, please?”

He and Robin shared a look, then they both went back to eating their pizza in uncomfortable silence. After a minute or so of this, Robin muttered, “Another brutal defeat for The Lonely Hearts Club…” And took a noisy sip of her soda as she avoided the glares you and Steve were sending her way.

When you all left the pizza place together, Robin and Steve began to walk back to his car, but you hung back. You didn’t like the idea of Steve dropping Robin off before you again. It didn’t feel like a good idea to be left alone in his car with him again, considering that the last two times hadn’t gone so well.

“Hey, guys,” You called to them, and they both spun around to look at you. “I think I’m just gonna walk home. It’s a nice night. Probably the last warm one of the season. I wanna enjoy it.”

You were impressed with how smooth and convincing that lie was. You were becoming an expert.

“Cool, sounds good. I’ll walk with you,” Robin nodded and bounded towards you, stopping beside you. Steve looked between the two of you, hesitating, then walked over towards you as well.

“I’ll come, too, I guess. Why not?”

“But… what about your car?” You asked as he strode past you with Robin.

“It’s fine. A little extra exercise never killed anybody.”

“I don’t think that’s necessarily true,” Robin chuckled, and Steve pushed her playfully before calling out to you over his shoulder, “You coming?”

You paused to look up at the sky disdainfully, silently pleading with whoever was up there to put you out of your misery, then trudged off after them.

Midway through your journeys home, just before you made it to Robin’s street, you pulled her behind Steve and waited for him to walk out of earshot.

“Please don’t leave me alone with him,” You begged her. She rolled her eyes at you melodramatically and stomped her foot like an impatient child.

“Seriously? We’re back to this again?”

“Please, Robin. Can’t I just stay over at your house or something?"

“I have to be up early tomorrow for band!” She hissed back. You closed your eyes with a groan and pulled on the back of her jacket, stopping her from walking away from you.

“Okay, let me put it this way,” You whispered frantically. “I would sooner walk home alone knowing Michael Myers was waiting for me around a corner than walk alone with Steve. That’s how serious I am. Please, help me come up with an excuse. I’m begging you.”

“Jesus Christ, what do you want me to do?! My house is down here. Figure out your own shit! I’m officially washing my hands of this.”

She pulled away and jogged a little down her street before you could protest again.

“Okay, well this was fun, but I’m this way! G’night Steve!” She called loudly, and gave you a frustrated look and nod towards him before she turned to run home.

“Bye,” Steve raised a hand and called back unenthusiastically, not even bothering to watch her go.

You walked far behind him for another couple of blocks or so. The silence was beginning to make you itchy. Then you realized you had already passed the Harrington residence.

“Hey, didn’t we pass your house?” You called to him.

“Yeah,” He shrugged.

You rolled your eyes behind his back.

“You can go home, you know. You don’t need to walk with me.”

“It’s fine,” He mumbled. “Wouldn’t want Freddie Krueger to get you.”

He turned around so that he was walking backwards, a giant smirk on his face. He had heard your exchange with Robin. You blushed and turned to look at the passing trees before speaking up a minute later.

“I said Michael Myers, but point made. Sorry you heard that.”

“I have to go back and get my car anyways,” He shrugged nonchalantly, glossing over your apology.

“You seriously didn’t need to walk with us,” You said with an agitated shake of your head, still avoiding looking at him.

“I know that, Y/N. I guess I just like to torture you.”

His smile faded. Clearly it was beginning to get to him, how sour you had been acting ever since you left the pizza place.

“Nice,” You muttered. “Very nice.”

You didn’t realize that he had stopped walking until you practically ran into him. You froze in front of him and stared up at him.

“What?”

“I know you wanna yell at me, so do it. Yell at me.”

He crossed his arms like he was bracing himself, but you just made a face at him.

“I don’t want to yell at you, Steve.”

“Well, you definitely wanna say something. So say it.”

You crossed your arms to match his defensive stance, then shook your leg nervously before giving in.

“Fine!” You shouted, throwing your hands up in defeat. “Were you ever going to tell me that you were on a date last Friday?”

“I don’t know,” He scoffed, shoving his hands in his jacket pockets. “It’s not like it would’ve come up naturally. Especially since you weren’t… speaking to me.”

You sighed. He was right. You weren’t allowed to be mad about it, since you were the one that pushed him away. You lowered your eyes, then looked back up at him shamefully.

“I wouldn’t have called you if I had known,” You said, your tone much softer.

“I know. It’s fine.”

You nodded then started walking again, and he followed. You had another question that you were trying to bite back and he could tell, so he waited patiently for you to find the courage.

“So was she… was it… still going on when I called you?” You finally stammered, staring at your feet as you walked beside him.

“Uh… Yeah. She was over still.”

You looked up at him quickly with wide, mortified eyes.

“Oh my god, Steve, please don’t tell me you made her leave so you could come get me.”

“No, of course not. She was… asleep.”

“So you just left her at your house without telling her where you were going?”

“I… left a note.”

“And how did that go over?” You asked with a snort.

“Didn’t even notice I was gone. She was pretty… tired, I guess,” He admitted, scratching the back of his neck. You gaped at him, and he looked away from you bashfully.

“Steve!” You teased, elbowing his ribs. “Look at you. You’ve still got it. Such a heartbreaker.”

“Please. I am not.”

“Did you… take her to Sattler’s Quarry, too?” You mocked him, and he squeezed his eyes shut with a pained guffaw.

“No. No I did not!” He said loudly, frazzled. “I think I’ve finally learned my lesson with that place.”

You both fell into an awkward silence, and you glanced over at him to study the look on his face. He was holding something back. He caught you looking, knowing that you were silently prodding him to speak, and he shook his head at himself in shame.

“I really am sorry about that, Y/N. I hope you believe me that I wasn’t planning… all of that.”

You could tell he meant it, and you felt a little guilty for believing that there was a chance that he had planned it.

“So, you weren’t trying to move in on me… like a ninja?” You taunted him. His eyes widened, then he closed them and scoffed when he realized where you’d probably heard that.

“Henderson,” He grumbled through clenched teeth.

“Yep,” You nodded with a playful smirk, and he softened slightly when he realized that you weren’t actually mad. Then he suddenly straightened up in panic.

“He doesn’t know about… us, does he?”

“Oh, god no. No,” You chuckled, and he let out a breath of relief. “He was actually…trying to give me advice about Eddie. By regurgitating your shitty advice.”

“Well, I’m sorry about that. Hope that wasn’t what ruined your night.”

“Please. Like I’d be stupid enough to take romantic advice from you after everything,” You teased, making him laugh.

“Well, good. Maybe the two of you can still salvage everything then.”

Your smile dropped. You didn’t quite know how to respond to that considering the previous night.

“What?” Steve asked you when he noticed your sudden change in demeanor.

“Okay… I, uh. I guess I should just tell you. Eddie and I actually hung out again last night, and we… kissed.”

He froze and gaped at you, a blank look on his face.

“Wow,” He eventually said, a wrinkle forming between his brows briefly before it disappeared again. “That’s… good, right? How did that happen?”

“He took me out to a diner and we talked for a little while… and then he kissed me when he drove me home.”

“So, you went on a date?”

“No, it wasn’t… it wasn’t a date,” You stuttered nervously.

“Y/N… that’s the literal definition of a date,” He retorted flatly.

“No, because you have to be part of a couple for it to be a date,” You argued, scratching your brow with a frustrated laugh. “And we are definitely not a couple. I made sure of that.”

“What? What happened? I thought you really liked him.”

“I did. I do. I just…”

He interrupted you by putting his hand out in front of you, slowing his pace.

“Hold on, it’s not because he’s still seeing that girl you were talking about, is it?” He asked you with a grimace.

“No… he said that was just casual.”

He lowered his hand and snorted.

“Right,” He said, shaking his head. You furrowed your eyebrows at him.

“You think he’s lying?”

“I don’t know,” He shrugged. “I don’t know the guy.”

“You have casual relationships… And, I mean, clearly you’re not planning on marrying that girl you spent the night with last weekend, right?”

“No…” He admitted tentatively. “I guess not…”

“So, then, maybe it’s not farfetched that he would have a similar thing with this girl, right?”

He hesitated, thinking about it, then shook his head.

“Yeah, you’re right. I’m sure he’s telling the truth. I’m sorry.”

You tried to study his face to figure out what he was keeping from you, but once again, he was too good at being withholding.

“Steve, if you really are into her, if I was way off base, let me know. It just didn’t seem like you were…”

“Alright, we’re getting off topic,” He interrupted you, waving a hand. “What really happened with you and Eddie, Y/N?”

You scoffed at his quick deflection and stopped walking. That was a loaded question with no easy answers. He froze beside you and turned to you with his brows furrowed.

“What’s wrong?”

You pursed your lips together, your forehead wrinkling at the kind, concerned look on his face. He was so sweet. You wanted to be honest with him, but that also meant having to drudge up your tangled past again, and risking him feeling guilty for something he’d already worked so hard to move past. He refused to look away, and you turned your head with a sigh before forcing yourself to speak.

“Look, I want to tell you something, but I don’t want you to feel bad. Do you promise you won’t feel bad?”

“Uh… okay. Sure,” He agreed tentatively, slightly terrified.

“Okay…” You began, then paused to take a deep breath as you prepared to launch into yet another long rant for him. “I know you know that Carol and Tommy liked to terrorize me, and I know you know I had a crush on you when we were kids… but I don’t think I was completely honest with you about that whole ordeal. I… didn’t just like you, Steve. I really, really liked you. I think I was convinced that I was actually in love with you. And when you stopped talking to me and continued to hang out with Carol and Tommy as they tortured me, my brain filled in all the blanks with the worst possible explanations. And they saw that, and they stoked the fire, and I let them. I let them convince me that I was worthless, and a freak, and that you would never even like me let alone love me because of who I was. And I have been hanging on to that shit… for way too long. I still feel… unlovable. And with Eddie… I probably would have started dating him a long time ago if it wasn’t for that awful voice still in the back of my head. I’ve just been so… terrified. And even though I know that it’s not your fault, I can’t help thinking that a lot of the bad shit that happened to me…wouldn’t have happened if you had just… been there. If you had just noticed what was really going on. And that’s the full truth. I think that’s why I got so weird after we kissed, too. And I’m really sorry. I know that’s not fair to you, because you’ve been so kind and you’ve been there for me through everything we’ve been through, but I’m still… I’m still working on it. On being… trusting. And not necessarily in other people, but in myself. I guess. I don’t know. Did any of that make sense?”

He was frozen, staring at you with his big sad eyes, trying to process everything that you had unloaded onto him. His mouth opened a few times before he was able to speak.

“Y/N… I’m… I’m so…”

“Don’t say sorry!” You interrupted him, pointing a finger up at him. “You promised me you wouldn’t feel bad. You don’t need to apologize for something you didn’t even do. I could have tried to talk to you all that time, too, but I didn’t. It’s my fault.”

“If it’s your fault, then why do I feel like I’ve ruined your life about a hundred times?”

“Steve, that’s not true. Look, I didn’t tell you all that to guilt you. I just wanted you to…understand. Why I was having such a hard time with everything.”

He went quiet, his hand covering his mouth like it was taking everything in him not to vomit out another apology. Eventually, he couldn’t take it anymore, and turned to you again.

“Can I at least apologize for being so oblivious to everything?” He blurted out.

“I guess. But, I was also oblivious to a lot of shit. So… I’m sorry for that, too, then.”

“Okay, well, then… I’m sorry for breaking your heart when we were kids.”

“That’s the thing, though!” You squeaked out with a weary chuckle. “Did you? I don’t even know that it was heartbreak. Does it count as heartbreak if you never even knew how I felt about you? If you never even…technically, rejected me? It was more just…miscommunication. It’s always just been goddamn miscommunication. And then I just skip right to telling myself that nothing ever works out because there’s something wrong with me and I’m not good enough to be in a real relationship.”

“Well… that’s bullshit,” He scoffed, his eyebrows raised.

“Yeah. It is bullshit, isn’t it?” You agreed with a laugh.

You took a deep breath. It felt good to get all of that off of your chest, and Steve seemed to be taking it well. It seemed like he understood. You truly hoped he didn’t blame himself for your own insecurities.

As if he could read your thoughts, he shook his head at you, then mumbled quietly, “I… I understand feeling unlovable, Y/N. You know that, right?”

You raised your eyebrows at him in shock.

“You do?”

“Yeah, are you kidding?” He chortled.

You thought about this for a minute, then your face softened when you realized who he was talking about.

“Nancy?” You asked him quietly.

“Yeah, Nancy. Among… other things, I guess. Just… you’re not the only one holding onto past heartbreak. Trust me.”

You nodded sadly.

“That… explains a lot.”

“Does it?”

“Yeah. Kinda,” You shrugged. “You’ve seemed sort of…lost. Confused. I don’t know. Is that unfair for me to say?”

“No. I’d say that’s a perfectly fair assessment,” He agreed with a chuckle. You tilted your head at him sympathetically.

“I’m sorry I’ve been so impatient with you, Steve. It just drives me crazy, not being able to tell what’s on your mind sometimes.”

“It’s okay. It pisses me off, too, trust me. I’m working on it.”

“I am, too. Which is why I shouldn’t have been so hard on you about… not knowing what you wanted. Because clearly, I didn’t either.”

He seemed genuinely surprised by this statement, like he was unsure of what you had been trying to decide.

“But… you know now?” He asked.

“I mean… I think so, but that doesn’t mean I can have it.”

He stared at you for a moment, still trying to pick apart your brain.

“You’re talking about Eddie, right? Just so we’re clear.”

You nodded tentatively, and he sucked in a deep breath.

“Right…” He muttered. “I guess I just don’t understand what’s holding you back still. I get the way you’re feeling, I do. But, you guys kissed. That should be the end of it, right? Just talk to him.”

“But… what about the Upside Down?”

He scrunched his eyebrows together in confusion, taken aback by this sudden change of subject.

“What about it?”

“Steve, I can’t bring him into this shit. I can’t subject him to all of that after everything he’s been through in his life. It wouldn’t be fair. And I can’t lie to him. I mean, what kind of relationship would it be if I was keeping a secret as big as that? Not to mention, I’d be willingly putting his life in danger. Look at how many people have died already. It would be selfish of me to overlook that.”

“Shit… I honestly didn’t think about that.”

He fell silent, and you shook your head at him impatiently.

“So… what? No advice for me? No opinions?”

“Look,” He sighed. “If you wanna be a martyr and sacrifice something that could be really good just on the off chance that it may possibly keep him out of harms way, that’s your choice. But… I don’t know. If it were me, and I knew the person I wanted felt the same way, I don’t know if I’d be able to hold back. Whether it was selfish or not. Honestly, I think… screw the Upside Down. Screw Carol and Tommy, screw me. That’s my opinion. You can’t just stop living your life because… you’re afraid of what could happen.”

He said the last sentence quietly, his eyebrows pushed together like he was trying to convince himself as well as you. You weren’t about to let that slide.

“And what about you?” You asked him.

“What about me?”

“What are you afraid of?”

He snapped his head up to look at you, a quizzical expression on his face.

“What? Nothing.”

“Steve, I can tell you’re hiding something.”

“Y/N, if there was something I wanted to talk to you about, I would. Okay?” He said a little more harshly than you were expecting.

“Okay! I just… I hope that if there’s something you wouldn’t want to tell me, that you would still tell Robin. Or even Dustin. I don’t know. Just… somebody.”

“Seriously, I’m fine. Alright? I promise,” He snapped. “You can stop worrying about me.”

“Alright. Sorry…” You said quietly, staring at your feet.

You fell into another uncomfortable silence. Then you remembered that there was one secret that you had told Eddie, and felt instantly guilty. You cleared your throat.

“By the way, I may have told Eddie about us,” You admitted, and Steve snorted impatiently.

“What about us?” He asked, shaking his head.

“That we kissed.”

You looked up at him. His lips were pursed like he was trying to stop himself from snapping again, and he took a calming breath before he spoke up.

“So… I can’t tell Robin, our mutual friend, but you can tell Eddie?”

“I’m sorry. He… pried it out of me. And I had just interrogated him about what was going on with him and that girl, so it was only fair. He could tell something was up when you showed up at The Hideout and… threatened him.”

“Jesus,” He sighed, shaking his head. “He’s gonna murder me.”

“No he’s not,” You scoffed.

“What else have you told him?”

You paused to think about it.

“I… told him I wasn’t sure if… if you even still wanted to be my friend because of it,” You trailed off, studying his furrowed brows. “Do you… still want to be my friend?”

He gazed down at you, searching your eyes.

“Do you still want to be my friend?”

You stopped walking again, and he stood beside you, his eyes still glued to yours.

“Yes,” You said firmly. “Of course. You’re my best friend, Steve. I don’t want to lose you.”

He cocked his head shyly, looking down at his feet before he sighed and gazed back at you.

“You’re not gonna lose me, alright?” He said gently. “I don’t wanna lose you either. We’ll just actually pretend like nothing ever happened from now on, like you said. Right? I think I can live with that.”

“So you’re not gonna fall hopelessly in love with me?” You asked him with a smirk. He snorted and shook his head at you playfully.

“No. I won’t. I promise.”

“Good.”

The two of you nodded in agreement, then turned and started walking again, side by side.

“We had a good night tonight, right? Before Robin made it weird?” Steve asked. “It felt… normal.”

“Yeah, it did. God, I can’t believe she has no idea what happened and she still managed to make it awkward, though. How does she do that?”

“I don’t know. I guess she’s more dangerous flying blind.”

“Which reminds me, what exactly have you been complaining to her about if you never told her about what happened with us?”

“Oh, god,” He grumbled and sucked in air through his teeth. “Nothing… specific. Just that you wouldn’t talk to me. I promise.”

“You sure?” You asked him, nudging him with your shoulder.

“I’m sure.”

“Okay. So… we’re good, then? Right? No more weirdness between us?”

“No more weirdness,” He echoed, then leaned over and asked, “It was… it was good, though, right? Our kiss?”

“STEVE!” You reprimanded him, pushing him away from you.

“Sorry! I had to ask!”

“No, you absolutely did not,” You giggled. “What happened to pretending like it never happened?”

“Alright, sorry. I had to make it weird one last time. We’re good, Y/N.” He went quiet for a moment, then added, “And you are going to talk to Eddie.”

“What? No,” You snorted. “I think last night was the final nail in the coffin. The whole thing is just way too complicated. An absolute mess. It’s time for me to admit that it’s over.”

“Bullshit,” He said quickly, shaking his head vehemently. “It’s not over.”

You squinted up at him silently, confused by his determination on the matter, and he sighed before offering up the explanation you would have inevitably asked from him.

“Y/N, I think you both would have given up a long time ago if that were true. The two of you have been pining over each other forever. It’s not over. Trust me. Not on his end, and certainly not on yours. I know you. You’ve gotta see this through, otherwise you’ll never be able to move on. Just, for the love of god, swallow your pride this time and be honest with him about how you feel. Tell him about the Upside Down, don’t tell him. Whatever. Just… don’t let this go on another five years. For the love of god.”

You were taken aback by this speech, especially since you knew that Steve wasn’t exactly supportive of your feelings for Eddie.

“What, so now you approve of him suddenly?” You teased him, unsure what else to say.

“I didn’t say that…” He mumbled staring down at his shoes as he kicked a stone on the road. “I don’t think I’m ever gonna get it, but I meant it when I said I wanted you to be happy. You really do deserve to have everything you want. I know you don’t believe that, but you do.”

You weren’t sure if he was right, but you appreciated how passionately he felt about it. You watched him continue to shuffle his feet, your heart feeling like it was about to overflow with gratitude for his kindness.

“You know I want you to be happy too, Steve, right? That you deserve to be happy?” You asked him, and he peered up at you in surprise. Then he blinked a few times and shrugged, as if he had known it was true all along.

“I do.”

“Okay. Good.”

You smiled kindly at him, and he went back to kicking rocks.

“So are you gonna go after him?” He asked the pavement.

"I’ll… think about it.”

“You’re gonna go after him again, Y/N,” He chuckled. “You know it, I know it…”

“I said I’ll think about it! Smartass.”

He smirked at you and the two of you stopped when you both realized you were in front of your house. You sighed, preparing to say goodbye.

“When’s your interview for Family Video?” You asked him.

“Not for another two weeks.”

“I’m working at the general store tomorrow if you want to stop by so we can look over your résumé. I was serious when I offered to help you.”

His lips turned up in a brief smile, and he put his hands in his pockets shyly.

“Okay. Thanks. Maybe I will.”

“I hope you do,” You shrugged and smiled, coaxing his back out.

“So…I’ll see you tomorrow, then?”

“Yeah. I’ll see you tomorrow,” You promised, and the two of you waved goodbye before he walked back down the street.

This time, you truly meant it.

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"Spring Break '86" *Chapter 14*

Chapter 15

Chapter 13

ALRIGHT GUYS, this is it.

This is the last chapter before Part 2. And I've already changed the ending. Lulz.

I said this in another post, i really don't know what's gonna happen over the weekend.

If Eddie dies [god forbid] in Vol 2, i don't know how i'll react. It might fuel me to make this the best damn fix-it-fic of all time, or it might throw me in a spiral of despair, unable to finish this.

No no, i'm kidding. Mostly. I will finish this no matter what, but if he does it might take me a few days to recover.

SO I posted this today because either way, it will probably be about a week before you get the next chapter. I'm sorry, please don't leave me in that time!

I'm also sorry this chapter isn't super long, but I was running out of plot leading up to the ending of Vol 1 , and I didn't wanna just start writing bullshit to fill up pages. That's not fair to anyone.

SO, here we are. I hope you all enjoy my interpretation of the ending, even though I flipped who gets stuck in the UD.

Which honestly shouldn't be that different because all the trailers we've seen she's been FINE, so obviously she gets out of the UD pretty fast.

Oh PS-- Per usual, i highly recommend listening to this song before/after/during your reading. I cannot believe I didn't use this song earlier, it's so fucking accurate.

But better late than never, right?

PPS--- Okay like 3 or 4 screen names don't work in my tag list. If they are yours, please tell me what I did wrong. Otherwise i'll give the spots to other people.

Alright here we go!

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You and Eddie had decided to head off towards the direction of his trailer, whether or not you’d make it. At least you had each other.

“....You find it weird Vecna hasn’t said anything to us lately?” you asked him.

“What are you doing?!” Eddie hissed as his eyes darted around frantically. “He could hear you!”

“Baby,” you gave him a look. “He can hear us no matter what, and he hasn’t said shit, like I said!”

“Still,” he took your hands and continued to walk with you down the streets of Upside Down Hawkins.

“But seriously!” “What else has got his attention?!” You asked again, looking up to the sky.

“Can we maybe not, think about the monster that’s going to kill us all right now? Focus on us?”

“Us?” You gave him a surprised smile. “There’s an ‘us’?”

“Are you for real right now, Princess?” he laughed sarcastically.

“Well, you never exactly asked me to be your girlfriend, Munson,” you teased him with a tongued smile.

“I proposed!” He reminded you.

“Almost proposed,” you clarified.

“I gave you a fuckin’ ring, Y/N,” He held up your hand, but the ring was gone. “What the--?”

“Oh my god,” You gasped, immediately looking around. “Oh my god, no--”

“Babe I’m pretty sure it’s long gone by now,” He put a hand on your shoulder. “Think about all the shit we’ve been through in the last two days,”

“Oh god,” you whimpered, realizing he was right. You stopped looking around and looked at him apologetically. “I’m so sorry Eddie,”

“Hey, don’t be,” he pulled you into a tight hug, your head up against his chest. “It’s not your fault,”

“It was your favorite though!” you cried upseteddly.

“Nahhhh, it definitely wasn’t,” he shook his head with a smile, holding out his right hand. “THIS is my favorite,”

You recognized it immediately.

“Eddie…” you bit your lip. “Y-You still have that?”

“Are you kiddin’?” He laughs, kissing the top of your forehead. “It’s the best gift I’ve ever gotten,”

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Eddie’s 14th Birthday

“....Happy birthday dear Eddie, happy birthday to you!”

“And many mooooreee,” you added with a giant flourish.

“God be more lame, please,” Eddie blushes as he looks around the diner, making sure no one heard your god-awful singing.

“Shut up and blow out your candles before you get wax on those pancakes!” you hit him softly.

Two candles on a stack of pancakes wasn’t ideal for a birthday cake, but Eddie appreciated any effort you gave him. God knows no one else did. Eddie sighed and blew out the candles, to which you promptly started loudly cheering and clapping.

“Yaaaay!!!” you giggle as Eddie shoots daggers at you for making such a show of yourself.

“I hate you,” he grumbled.

“You love me,” you teased, but both of you stopped as soon as the words left your lips. You just stared at each other while Eddie tried to suss out how serious you were being, and you were mentally kicking yourself for even joking about it.

“...Anyway,” he coughed awkwardly as he cut himself a bite of pancake. “You really didn’t have to do this, Y/N,”

“Well of course I did Eddie,” you began cutting yourself your own piece. “It’s the last birthday I’ll have a chance to,”

“You act like I’m going off to war, Princess,” He chuckled as he stuffed his face with pancakes.

“High school is war Eddie,” you held out your fork making a point. “Everyone knows that,”

“Right,” he rolled his eyes.

“Shut up and open your present,” you took a small box from your purse and placed it on the table, sliding it towards him.

“...I thought this was the present,” He gestures arounds the booth that had been decked out with balloons and streamers, and the Pan “Birthday” Cake.

“Uh no, this is the party doofus,” you shook your head.

“Some party Princess,” he gestures around the empty booth.

“Well I can’t help it that people find you weird,” You pulled

“US weird,”

“Oh people like me fine,” you teased. “It’s just you,”

“...Right,” he nodded with a small, soft laugh. “Well, I guess you’ll have a hell of a good time next year without me then, huh?”

“Eddie,” you held out your hand, realizing you had stuck your foot in your mouth. “I didn’t mean it like--”

“Yeah I know,” he shrugged it off as he took the box from you. “So, what’s this? It’s pretty small. Spend too much money on the party--??”

He stops teasing you when he pulls out the ring. It shines brightly, reflecting the glow of the fluorescent lights of the diner. He looks at it for several seconds before speaking, just admiring it.

“....You don’t like it,” You said softly.

“W-What?” He’s knocked from his trance. “No, I-I love it,”

“Oh don’t patronize me Eddie--” You started to take it back.

“No,” he grabs both of your hands, making you look at him. He looks more serious than you’ve ever seen him; he even looks like he might cry.

“I love it, Y/N, It’s…it’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever gotten me,” he could barely whisper, refusing to cry in public.

“Really?” you bit your lip, doing your absolute damndest not to look at his lips at that moment. His hands holding yours with that look on his face, it felt like the most intimate situation you two had ever been in since you’d known him.

“Really,” he rubs the tops of your hands with his thumbs, the ring already on his finger. “It’s like an elvish ring,”

“Um….okay,” you smiled nervously, not understanding what he was saying, but not caring as long as your hands were in his.

You two just sat there in that booth, holding hands and looking into each other’s eyes.

“Eddie, I um--” This was it, you were going to tell him how you really felt. How you’d always felt.

“Yeah…?” His eyes widened a bit, hoping you were going to make this the most perfect birthday by saying the words he’d waited to hear his whole life.

“I--”

“Y/N!!!” All of a sudden your little brother was calling your name. Eddie instantly dropped your hands and stuffed them back under the table.

“Shit,” you muttered as a ten year old Dustin came running up to the table.

“Did you forget you were supposed to take me to the arcade or what?” Dustin whined. “I’m tired of sitting over there by myself,”

“Dammit Dustin!!” you snapped at him. His eyes instantly went to those huge puppy dog size, big crocodile tears forming in his eyes.

“....I’m sorry,” you sighed, ruffling his hair before giving Eddie an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry, Eds. I need to--”

“Yeah, yeah sure I get it,” he nodded in understanding, nodding at your brother. “Sup Dust?”

“Yeah,” Dustin nodded back at him awkwardly. They didn’t really know each other yet.

“Alright you, let’s go,”

You scooted out of the booth and took your brother’s hand, giving one last longing look at Eddie

who was now admiring his ring with a huge smile.

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“I should’ve said something then,” you sighed, running your hands through your hair.

“Why are you doing this, Y/N?” Eddie asked you seriously.

“What?” Your eyebrows furrowed.

“Why are you forcing these trips down memory lane, when you know they all lead to the same place?” he elaborated.

“What are you--”

“You realize what all your little ‘memories’ have in common?” He snapped. “They’re all moments where we came ‘this’ close to being together, but inevitably one of us chickens out, or gets interrupted, or something else!”

“Well yeah but--”

“I don’t wanna look back at that!” He kicked a rock angrily. “I don’t wanna focus on the fact that we could’ve been together so much longer, that we wasted all this time,”

“Eddie--”

“No!” He shakes his head as he grabs your face. “What matters is that we know now. That we’re together now. That I love you, now,”

“Oh just now?” you half laugh, trying to ease the tension.

“You know what i mean, Y/N” he gave you a look.

“Yeah, I know…” you looked down as you played with your fingers.

“So what are you doing, huh?” he asked again.

“I don’t--” you looked up at him, confused.

“You wanna know what I think?” He answered his own question.

“I know you’re gonna tell me--”

“I think you wanna bring these up so you can ‘atone’,” he accused. “You think that one of us or both of us is gonna die, and you wanna apologize and get everything off your chest before we do,”

“Eddie…”

“And I’m not accepting that, do you hear me?” He moved his hands to your face. “I’m not letting you give up on me, not now. We’re not rolling over and accepting death. We’re gonna go make it to this portal and get the fuck out of here,”

“Baby…”

“No!” He pressed his forehead against yours. “Knock it the fuck off,”

“Okay okay,” you put your hands on his face now, trying to calm him down.

“Good,” he sighed as you moved your hands to his neck, burying your face in his shoulder.

“So, what now?” you asked into his t-shirt.

“Whaddya mean ‘what now’?” He rolled his eyes at the question, stroking your hair while your face remained on his chest.

“Well what are we gonna talk about now, goof?” You shook your head with a laugh as you started to pull him along, resuming your journey.

“Hmmmm, well--” He pretended to think. “Let’s talk about the future, y’know when we get out of here, which we will,”

“Oh?” You smiled in amusement. “Thought you didn’t wanna talk about our imaginary kids,”

“Okay we don’t have to go that far,”he blushed. “ Just like…y’know, after all of this,”

“You mean, next week?” you clarified warily.

“....Maybe…” his voice sank, the reality of your situation sinking in. Even if you did both survive this, Vecna, the world ending; you still had to deal with the fact that technically you lived almost 200 miles away from each other.

“I don’t…” you played with his fingers interlaced with yours as you walked. “I don’t know…”

“Yes you do,” he nodded his head sadly. “You have to go back to school,”

“Well, yeah obviously,” you half laughed.

“And you’ll just forget about me again, and I’ll see you when you graduate,” he added in a mopey tone.

“Seriously, Eddie?” You dropped his hand and stopped walking. “You really think--”

“Well what else are you gonna do, huh Y/N?” he was suddenly getting very defensive, suddenly feeling as if walls were closing in on him.

“Okay first you don’t want me to start ‘atoning’ for mistakes, and now you’re accusing me of making more before they even happen?!” you had to laugh at the situation, it was ridiculous.

“No, but--”

“For fuck’s sake Eddie, I almost died for you! You really think I’m just gonna go home next week and forget the love of my life?” you gestured to your leg for emphasis.

“I just--”

“I love you, Eddie Munso,” you pulled him close to you, stepping on a curb to be taller. “I love you, and I’m never letting you go again, do you hear me?”

“Yeah…” he nodded softly.

“It’s me and you, okay?” You tugged on his shirt. “This is it,”

“Alright so what do you think is gonna happen?” he challenged you, not fully accepting your cookie cutter solution.

“Well,” you pulled him on the curb as you started to walk again. “Why don’t you come with me?”

“To Chicago?” he laughed. “How am I gonna do that, if I’m in my millionth senior year?”

“You realize there are things called GED’s, right babe?” you asked.

“Yeah, you think I don't know that?” he grumbled. “But I don’t wanna just give up,”

“Seriously?” You half laughed. “You’d rather sit here in Hawkins for another three months to prove something to people? You?”

“Well, why not?!” he argued. “You don’t think I deserve to walk across that stage and flip off the principal?”

“Eddie,” you rolled your eyes. “Come on,”

“Come on what?!” he threw his hands up.

“Why do you need to--”

“Because everyone in this town thinks that I can’t do this, and I wanna prove them wrong!” He gestured wildly.

“Just now, all of a sudden?” you didn’t mean to laugh, but the thought was idiotic to you.

“Excuse me?” he looked at you seriously offended.a

“Eddie you’ve been there three years longer than you’re supposed to be,” You half laughed. “Why now all of a sudden is it so--”

“Wow,” he scoffed with a hurt laugh. “Wow, okay,”

“Eddie come on--” you reached for him but he jerked away.

“NO,” He shouted. “I just want--”

“Why does it matter what anyone else thinks about you but me?” you exclaimed in distress.

“Because you weren't around, Y/N!” he barked back.

“Wha--”

“I spent years trying to not care about what you thought of me, d’ya get that?” He laughed tearfully. “I spent years trying to downplay the shit you and your sheeple friends would say about me, do to me,” His blood began to boil just thinking about it.

“So excuse me if your opinion isn’t going to be the ‘only one that matters’!” he sputters angrily.

“Eddie, I--”

“Y’know, honestly at this point your brother’s opinion should matter to me more than yours does!” he cut you off. “He’s been nothing but nice to me, hell he admires the shit out of me! Shouldn’t you want me to impress him? Set a good example to him by walking across that stage, not giving up?”

“Oh yeah, Eddie,” you laughed. “I really think you flipping off the principal after a lifetime of senior years is a great example--”

“SHUT UP!!!” He screamed, causing you to flinch.

“Eddie--”

All Eddie could focus on in that moment was how condescending you were being. Telling him he was wrong, like you always did. Like how you always had. Like you always would be, until the day he died.

“No, this is always what it comes down to, Princess,” he wasn’t backing down this time. “You think you’re better than me. You will always think you’re better than me. No matter what I do, or say, or how much you claim to love me, that will be always be true,”

“No it won’t!” you protested.

“Yes it will!” He started to walk away from you. “We’re never gonna be on equal ground in your mind, ever,”

“This isn’t you,” you trailed after him. “You know I’m not like that, not really,”

“Maybe I do, and I’ve just been pretending you’re not because I was so idiotically happy that you finally seemed to feel the way that I have,”

“That is so ridiculous--” you dismissed his thought.

“SEE?” He raised his voice again. “You’re still doing it!”

“Eddie you’re ridiculous,” he mocked you. “Eddie that’s stupid. Eddie you’re a fucking moron!”

“I’m not saying that,” You jogged quickly to catch up to him and stopped him. “I’m saying listen to yourself: Two minutes ago you got pissed that I kept dragging up memories that I felt bad about. You got mad for me trying to-- atone, or whatever,”

Eddie looked away, trying not to accept what you were saying.

“And now I think I'm better than you? Th-That all of this has been some kind of sick prank? Like I have been risking my life for the past two days to just-- what, make you feel like a moron?”

Eddie knew you were right, deep down he knew that. But for some reason all he could think about was how cruel you had been to him in High School, how you had always been too good for him. That none of this was real.

“I don’t wanna do this anymore--” He shoved past you and kept walking.

You knew what you had to do-- you knew this wasn’t Eddie This was Vecna, finally getting to him. It made sense since he had connected with him earlier, now he had a hold on him. But what were you going to do? You didn’t exactly have a band, or a record player. And you wondered if the same song would work on two people.

Then you had an idea.

“I can’t fight this feeling any longer…” you started to softly sing, making Eddie stop in his tracks.

“And yet I’m still afraid to let it show.” You kept singing, tears choking your throat as you mentally willed him to turn and look at you.

“What started out as friendship has grown stronger…” you started walking towards him. “I only wish I had the strength to let it show,”

The lyrics were so hauntingly accurate, you knew this could probably be your song. It was your song. And it was the song that was going to bring him back to you.

“I tell myself that i can’t hold out forever,” you walked closer, he still refused to look at you. “I said there is no reason for my fear,”

“Yeah right,” Eddie mumbled with a sad laugh, Vecna’s voice still in his ears.

“Because I feel so secure when we’re together,” you were approaching him closely now, taking his hand softly as you stepped in front of him.

“You give my life direction, you make everything so clear…”

Eddie felt his anger shifting as he saw the sincerity in your eyes and truth in your words.

“And even as I wander, I’m keeping you in sight,” he felt himself singing softly back to you, thinking about all the years you had lost. The years you were so close yet so far from each other. And deep down he knew he had never given up on you, not for one second.

“You’re a candle in the window, on a cold dark winter’s night,” you took both hands in his now, sincerely meaning the words you were singing.

He had always been a beacon to you, even when you had tried to deny it. He had always been there in the back of your mind, keeping you from ever being truly as awful as the rest of your ‘sheeple’ friends.

“And I’m getting closer than I ever thought I might…” you both sang together, holding tightly to each other’s hands now.

God this song would’ve been so perfect to actually admit your feelings to one another before all of this bullshit had gone down. You could have stood up at your graduation and sang it to him. Hell, you could have stood up at any dance or school function and sang this to him. You could have announced to the world that you, Y/N, captain of the cheer squad, valedictorian, all american girl, were in love with Eddie Munson, the ‘freak’.

“And I can't fight this feeling anymore. I’ve forgotten what I started fighting for,”

You couldn’t believe how stupid you had been, trying to fight your feelings for him. For not fighting for him, for you, for the two of you. Why you hadn’t just said what you were really feeling, telling them to go to hell. But you were saying it now, and you were saying it to fight for him. Fighting for him against something far more nefarious than a bunch of white-bread Americana sheeple.

You took his face in your hands, looking deep into his chocolate brown eyes as you sang the last line of the chorus, needing him to hear you more than ever.

“And if I have to crawl across your floor, come crashing through your door. Baby I can’t fight this feeling anymore,”

WIth those words, Vecna’s hold on Eddie was relinquished. He grabbed your face in his hands now and pulled you into a long, luxurious, kiss. You both stood there for a while just exploring each other’s mouths, being taken back to the moment you had kissed for the first time.

When you both had been so relieved to see the other alive, knowing how you felt about each other. When your lips had finally cascaded against one another after almost a decade of wanting, waiting, yearning.

And now here you were again, all of those feelings coming back at once. It was as if you started again, feeling like you had almost lost him in those five minutes Vecna had a hold on him.

“I’m sorry, baby,” he pressed his forehead against yours as tears dripped down his cheeks, his mind clear of any bad thoughts.

“No, I'm sorry,” you shook your head with your own tears falling down. “If I hadn’t made you feel that way Vecna wouldn’t have anything to hold onto,”

“You do whatever you feel you need to do, Eddie,” you went on.

“I just-- I can’t stand the thought of leaving you here again, not for any reason or any amount of time. I just want-- need, us to be together as much as we possibly can, because I lost so much time with you and I don’t wanna lose any amount of time with you, ever, ever again,”

“I know, i know,” he pulled you closer as you cried into his chest.

“And I want to stay here with you, I do. I just--” You cried.

“No,” he pulled you back to face him.

“No, don’t you think for one second of just-- dropping out, to stay here with me. That is the absolute one thing I have dreaded about us being together, me holding you back,”

“You don’t--” you put a hand to his face.

“Maybe not now, but if you do that it will actually be true, yeah?” He gave you a sad smile. “So you-- you do what you have to do, and I’ll do the same. And we’ll--”

“I’ll come back for you, Eddie,” You cut him off, knowing he was having his doubts. “I swear to God, as soon as school ends I will be right back here,”

“Hopefully not here,” he joked, gesturing around you.

“You know what i mean,” you hit him lightly.

“Yeah, I do, Princess,” he smiled, kissing you again. “And who knows, maybe this summer I might just come to you, being a free man and all,”

“I love you, Eddie,”

“I love you too, Y/N,” He smiled, kissing you once again. “Now let’s get the hell out of here,”

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Eddie’s Trailer

Dustin, Max, and Lucas all paced around Eddie’s living room, the gaping portal hole in the middle of all of them.

“Where are they?” Dustin worried out loud.

“I mean, they were walking on foot Dustin,”

“But still,” he paced unnervingly. “I just want them--”

Suddenly sounds of running and chattering interrupted his thought. All three of them looked down to see Nancy, Steve and Robin running to the opening in the ceiling.

“Where is Y/N and Eddie?” Dustin immediately noticed his sister was missing.

The three of them looked at each other awkwardly, trying to figure out what exactly to say to him, and who would say it.

“Dust…” Steve stepped up, knowing him the best out of the three of them.

“No,” Dustin shook his head, refusing to hear whatever he was about to say. “No, don’t say it,”

“She didn’t…” Steve tried again.

“Shut up,” Dustin spoke over him.

“She didn’t make it,” He finished.

“Yeah I think that was obvious, Steve,” Robin hit him lightly.

“But what about Eddie?” Lucas asked.

“He uh,” Steve looked at the two girls. “He wanted to stay with her--”

“Stay with her?!” Max gasped out of nowhere. “He wanted to stay with a dead body?!”

“MAX!!!!” Lucas hit her violently, gesturing to Dustin who was silently imploding, trying to take everything everyone was saying in.

“So you’re telling me I’ve lost my sister, and my best friend--?” Dustin stammered.

“I’m not your best friend?” Steve blurted out.

“REALLY, Steve?” Max scoffed.

“...It just came out,” He muttered, embarrassed.

“NOT the point!” Dustin yelled.

“You just let him stay there with-- with Y/N?” He couldn’t bear to refer to you as just a body.

He was dying inside, trying like hell to keep it together. You were more of a best friend to anyone in the vicinity at that moment. You had been his first friend, his big sister. You taught him everything. His ABC’s, how to count, what made the perfect burger and pizza, which ice creams were good and which were downright toxic.

He had waited for what seemed like forever for you to come home from Chicago, wanting to ask you about girls. He knew you’d be reluctant, but he wanted to tell you all about Suzy. You had been the first person he wanted to tell in the first place. But when he called your dorm the person who answered said you were out, and then never gave you the message.

He had felt the two of you growing apart since you had left, and it would have killed him if he hadn’t been so busy with the literal apocalypse happening every other minute of the day. He wanted to keep you from it, from all of this. For this exact reason. He didn’t want you involved because he couldn’t lose you, and now his worst nightmare had happened.

“We tried to--” Robin tried to explain to Dustin how they had pleaded with Eddie to come with them while he lay there sobbing, holding your ‘dead’ body. His anguished cries were forever burned into her brain as they tried dragging him away from you.

He was bigger than all of them, even an inch or two on Steve, so he had easily ripped away from their grasp and ran back to your side, cradling you in his arms. She had finally been the one to beg Nancy and Steve to just let him be. She couldn’t take hearing him cry anymore, it was too tortuous.

“Dustin we really tried to--” Robin tried telling him.

“No,” he stopped them, moving away from the hole. “No I don’t wanna hear anymore, do you hear me?!”

“Okay can we just focus on getting the rest of us out of here, please?” Nancy had enough of all of the drama. She just wanted to be back in the real world.

“Jesus Nancy, way to be empathetic,” Robin scoffed under her breath.

“I’m sorry!” She threw her hands up. “I’m sorry I’m tired of being in this god-forsaken place. I’m sorry if I'm a tad anxious when I’m literally steps away from freedom!”

“Alright alright,” Steve put his hands on her shoulders, trying to calm her down. “Okay, we’re getting out okay?”

“Thank you,” she mumbled, rubbing his hands on her shoulder.

“Do you have something to get us out guys?” Steve asked the kids.

“Yeah,” Lucas grabbed the ‘rope’’ Dustin had made since Dustin was busy having a crisis over you and Eddie.

He threw it up into the ceiling, and to their shock and amazement it stuck. In the Upside Down, he had thrown it ‘down’ to the group for them to climb.

“That is so trippy!” Robin gasped. “Okay who’s first?”

“Ladies first,”

“Nance,” Robin pointed at her.

“Thank you,” She smiled gratefully as she pulled herself up the rope and into Eddie’s living room, crashing onto the mattress they had put in front of the hole.

“Alright Robin, c’mere,” Steve nodded to her as she followed Nancy.

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Meanwhile

You and Eddie were reaching the entrance to the Trailer Park, when you saw the portal and the group starting to go through it.

“Shit,” Eddie muttered. He didn’t waste any time grabbing your hand and sprinting towards the portal. “Let’s go baby, let’s go!”

You were practically howling in pain as Eddie pulled you through the park, your leg throbbing in pain. BUt you did your best to keep up with him, lest he drop you and leave you there. Though you knew he’d never actually do that.

“HEY! GUYS! WAIT UP!” Eddie screamed across the park, hoping to get their attention.

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At The Portal

Steve was about to head up the rope when they all heard Eddie screaming. Even Dustin could hear it from across the trailer. He leaped up off the couch and ran to the portal.

“Steve!” He yelled. “Steve who was that?!”

“It’s Eddie,” Steve answered in disbelief, staring at the two of you racing towards them. “...And Y/N!”

“She’s alive?!” Dustin began to cry happy tears, he didn't care who saw them. You were alive.

“She’s alive!” Steve smiled up at him. “And they’re coming! They’re gonna make it!”

“Thank God,” Dustin breathed a sigh of relief, wiping his tears away.

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You and Eddie were still almost to the portal where Steve was yelling encouraging words to you both.

“Come on guys, you can do it!” He called.

You could hear your brother yelling for you, tears in his voice. “Y/N!! Y/N I’m here!!!!”

You began to smile at Eddie, who was thinking the same thing: You were gonna make it out of here. Together.

You were so elated in thinking about getting out of there you didn’t notice a rock in your path. You tripped on it just before reaching Steve, sending you sailing on top of it, banging your head against it. It knocked you out cold.

Eddie had the inertia of still running when you toppled over the rock, releasing your hand from his grapes unintentionally as he stoped a few feet away from you.

“Shit!” He began to panic, about to run to your side. But something stopped him.

Before he could make a move, Vecna appeared in front of him, blocking your unconscious body from his view.

“I don’t think so,” He wagged a finger.

Everyone gasped and gaped in horror as they watched Vecna physically pick up your body and throw it over his veiny shoulder.

“You tell Eleven if any of you want to see your friend alive, she’ll come to me,” He smirked.

“What the--” Eddie began to panic, looking at Steve and up at his friends, then back to Vecna.

“We don’t know how to find her!!!” Dustin screamed down to Vecna.

“Well, you’d better pray you figure out a way,” He chuckled darkly. “Now if you’ll excuse me, Y/N and I need to get better acquainted,”

He ran a gray finger down your thigh, smelling you with a perverted smirk.

“You SON OF A---” Eddie started to make a run at him, but Steve held him back as hard as he could.

“Don’t you fucking TOCH HER!!!” He screamed, angry tears stinging his eyes.

His cries fell on deaf ears, as Vecna began to float back up into the sky with a mighty evil laugh, disappearing into the red horizon.

‘What just--” Dustin looked down at Steve and Eddie. “What just happened?”

How were they going to save you now?

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson #eddie x you #eddie munson angst #eddie munson fic #eddie munson x you angst #protect eddie munson #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things 4 #stranger things #spring break 86 #Spotify

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memelleity · 2 years

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willy’s wonderland sentence starters

❝ what the hell is wrong with you? ❞

❝ i don’t have time for this today, okay? ❞

❝ oh, talk sweet to me all you want. ❞

❝ i’ll be back in the morning. ❞

❝ you’re a bitch. ❞

❝ now ain’t that a dilly of a pickle? ❞

❝ you want god to laugh, you tell him your plans. ❞

❝ i enjoy a man of few words. ❞

❝ you know the story, right? ❞

❝ congratulations. you are officially on staff. ❞

❝ it’s gonna be dark soon. ❞

❝ be sure to take breaks. always good to pace yourself. ❞

❝ good luck. ❞

❝ let’s get the hell outta here. ❞

❝ i can’t stand to hear a grown man scream. ❞

❝ calm down, dude. no need to be a superhero. ❞

❝ have you never worn handcuffs before? ❞

❝ what the hell am i looking in the fridge for? ❞

❝ this isn’t for your entertainment, okay? ❞

❝ if we’re doing this, we’re gonna do this as a mission, not a field trip. ❞

❝ are you with me or not? ❞

❝ i got a wife and kid on the way and i do love the overtime pay. ❞

❝ so what’s the plan the rest of the evening? ❞

❝ i’m gonna eat your eyes out and then feast on your soul. ❞

❝ you’re as hot as a pancake on a grill and just as yummy. ❞

❝ well, that was rude. ❞

❝ are you high? ❞

❝ i’m sorry, but i’m just not okay with letting somebody burn alive in there if we can do something about it. ❞

❝ we supposed to go in there and get killed too? ❞

❝ did you not hear what i just said? ❞

❝ we don’t need any more batman bullshit, all right? ❞

❝ say what you gotta say. speak up. ❞

❝ am i lying? no, i’m not. it’s the truth. ❞

❝ when are you getting it through your thick-ass skull, huh? kissing that ass ain’t gonna get you that ass, playboy. ❞

❝ now how the hell are we supposed to get out of here? ❞

❝ it’s your fault we were on the roof. ❞

❝ i’m trying to help you, you dumbass! ❞

❝ they baited you. you’re here to be a human sacrifice. you’re here to be eaten and killed. ❞

❝ this is where it actually happened… ❞

❝ is it weird that i’m getting really turned on right now? ❞

❝ it’s not my birthday. ❞

❝ have you been listening to a word i’ve been saying? ❞

❝ has that thing always been here? ❞

❝ it’s staring at us. ❞

❝ people made their beds, they gotta lie in ’em. ❞

❝ put your balls on. ❞

❝ i really need you to help me find my friends. please. ❞

❝ you don’t have to be afraid of me. ❞

❝ i guess i don’t expect you to believe me. ❞

❝ i hoped that you were different. ❞

❝ i can answer all your questions. ❞

❝ okay. i get it. i get it. the boys told you to pull a fast one on me. bravo. nice try. ❞

❝ we had a real hobson’s choice on our hands. you know what that is? ❞

❝ well, the good news is, i can fix it. the bad news is, it’s gonna have to sit till i get the part. ❞

❝ i usually pride myself on being able to expect the unexpected, but sometimes, life throws you a zinger. ❞

❝ much as she pisses me off, i couldn’t live with losing that girl. ❞

❝ wanna play, bitch? ❞

❝ drop the lizard. ❞

❝ i’m not giving you a choice. go. ❞

❝ are you ready to be a murderer? ❞

❝ i ain’t no cult member and i ain’t no murderer! ❞

❝ my entire life, it’s like i’ve been a ghost. ❞

❝ you just gonna sit there and watch all of this happen and not do anything about it? ❞

❝ i’m gonna set things right. ❞

❝ no más, por favor. por favor, no más. no más. ❞

❝ we had a good thing, but you just went and fucked it all up. ❞

❝ look at me when i’m talking to you. ❞

❝ all you had to do was die. was that so hard? ❞

❝ always nice to add another toy to the collection. ❞

❝ i was waiting for you. ❞

❝ who are you calling a pussy? ❞

❝ oh my god, it’s actually over! ❞

❝ we gonna celebrate. i’m buying. ❞

❝ oh, fuck me. ❞

#prompt meme #roleplay prompts #rp prompts #sentence starters #sentence starter meme #starter meme #rp meme #rpc meme #roleplay meme

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cassthecringe · 2 years

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SHUT UP i’m not doing this… okay fine. without spoiling or whatever i wanna hear more about wwm/ta jotaro and kakyoin during p3 era. you didn’t hear this from me

MMM a good question not-tony

honestly it's not Too different from canon. like there's only one or two major moments that presumably did not happen with the same gravitas in canon but definitely DID happen with a lot of gravitas in this au and I'll get to that in a sec. but mostly they just look at each other more and are more aware of each other and they spend more time together in between the bullshit going on around them. they don't necessarily talk every time they get a moment but they enjoy rooming together because they like the quiet between them. it's understanding. it's just the neurodivergent linking of when u both stim in ways that don't bother/actually helps the other stim as well

sometimes they do talk though. jotaro will spit out a joke/one-liner he thinks is cool and kakyoin will laugh either way cause jotaro's one-liners aren't cool but his jokes are good scathing remarks. kakyoin will prattling about whatever if he needs to calm his nerves (he rambles when he's nervous) and jotaro will listen for at least a while before zoning out and while kakyoin makes a show about being like "how dare you not listen to my lectures" he doesn't actually care. he's kinda touched jotaro listens at all. sometimes when jotaro wants kakyoin to shut up he just leans against him until kakyoin falls/otherwise notices (like if they're sitting and kakyoin can't fall). sometimes he'll hold kakyoin's hand like "quiet now." kakyoin likes the texture of jotaro's skin, how it's scratchier with more hair and has more wrinkles than his own due to the smoking, so he usually trails off as he focuses on that. and jotaro, a big pressure stimmer, really likes the feeling of kakyoin squeezing along his arms/hands so it's good for them both when jotaro needs him to stop talking

of course they have spats and arguments but what they have, the mutual understanding of it, the way they don't need to talk about it (or so they think), is so important to them that they make up pretty quick when it happens

as for the couple of major moments:

the first is after the lover's arc. kakyoin is patching up jotaro and jotaro just lets him manhandle him. kakyoin was already sensitive to how much jotaor trusts him and now this? acting like a cat in his arms even while he stings his scrapes with disinfectant and jostling him while wrapping him up? kakyoin can't handle it and for once he needs to address it. so he just says point-blank, "you trust me." and jotaro opens his eyes and raises a brow like kakyoin is dumb. kakyoin grinds his teeth before saying "say it." and jotaro is like "why." and kakyoin's like "i need to hear it." "why?" "i need to know if it's true" "why does it matter" "because- because it just does." kakyoin can't quite put why it's such a big deal to him in words. jotaro stares for a while, not accusingly, but more confused, tired, he doesn't understand. Kakyoin takes a breath and says, "i trust you." and jotaro ducks his head before muttering "me too." kakyoin repeats, "please say it." jotaro doesn't get it but kakyoin's been acting weird all night so he finally squeezes his eyes shut and says, "i trust you." kakyoin hugs him and it's quite surprising cause they haven't hugged before. jotaro still doesn't understand but he doesn't wanna press kakyoin by asking. but kakyoin can tell he wants answers so when they separate he tries explaining it as like "you see me. you- you see me and what i can do" and while jotaro still doesn't quite get it he does understand more. they share a bed that night even though it is a double room just kinda hugging and kakyoin can't stop running his hands through jotaro's hair/holding his face

the second major moment is right before they split for the pincher attack. jotaro suggests the pincher attack idea but kakyoin is the one who says "ok so u go after polnareff and I'll go with joseph" and jotaro is like NO. he wants to be the one heading the charge. he wants to be in control. he doesn't want joseph and kakyoin to be alone. kakyoin gets angry and is like "oh fuck off jojo you're not the only person here who knows what he's doing" and it escalates until joseph tells them to shut up and that while he understadn's jotaro's concern, kakyoin is right and jotaro is the one most capable of comforting polnareff right now. so tensely jotaro and kakyoin look at each other one last time before kakyoin takes jotaro's hands, the first time he's iniated a hand hold, and says, "just trust me, okay?" and jotaro takes a deep breath before saying "okay." i have a comic about this here btw

anyway. this got long so sorry these two make me insane. god bless

#cass cries #wwm/ta

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okay here we go. after several listens of 5sos5 i have finally processed it more or less like a normal person. here are my track-by-track thoughts. i tried to be coherent but no promises.

COMPLETE MESS: complete mess continues to fuck. michael’s bridge continues to fuck. i actually forgive them for the boring move of repeating verse 1 as the bridge simply because hearing michael sing it is a life-changing experience. i loooove how the instrumentation of the chorus changes every time. and holy hell, that moment right after the bridge of everyone just going OHHHH YOU MAKE ME COMPLETE is poetic on so many levels and just EAR CANDY to listen to.

Easy For You To Say: i am really really loving this song. it’s the first non-single song we hear from the album and god luke’s voice just sounds so incredible. i love the staircase of the prechorus and the rhythm of those lyrics and then the way the chorus just goes up and floats. so good. “between all the gasping i finally breathe” knocked me out when i heard it the first time. i do think the verses are missing an even higher harmony line but that’s just me. and oh my god the acoustic guitar in the last prechorus i love it so so so much i love it.

Bad Omens: delicious i would drink this song. everything happening here is so tasty. the melody is so good it builds in such a perfect way the BRIDGE man 5sos have really dropped the ball on good bridges but this song has a GOOD one. and the “heaven knows i should let go it’s nothing that i don’t already know” is the PERFECT post-chorus moment. nothing bad to say about this song

Me Myself & I: look, i might get tired of this song once i fully face the reality that it’s just the same lyrics repeated over and over, but right now i am in me myself & i world. this song FUCKS. i actually love the “myself and i la la lie la la lie la lie lie” bit it’s so fun to sing. luke’s voice sounds great in this and every melody line is so tasty theyre just so satisfying i got no problems here. the sweet sweet belt of “bullshit i feed myself/i did not need your help”. the way it goes up in the last chorus with “and that’s what makes me wanna die” is PERFECT it’s that melody change i’m waiting for and they DELIVER.

Take My Hand: i actually love this song but i don’t like the extra minute at the end in the joshua tree version. so let’s ignore that version for now. i love take my hand it’s so beautiful the lyrics are some of their absolute best on this album and the bridge is so good. another rare moment of 5sos remembering how much a good bridge can add to a song. the way the melody goes up and just soars in the chorus feels sooooo good. “how can you live and let die, young man?” !!! “i forgot every birthday” !!!!!!!!!!! these lyrics really get me.

CAROUSEL: im going to say something weird here. the verses of this song sound like an imagine dragons x taylor swift collab. like if imagine dragons did a song on 1989. this is like thunder x out of the woods. obviously it gets points for the driving mentions. i LIKE the song a lot, but the fact that the delivery of the verses is so imagine dragons-esque kind of turns me off it. this song was on my first-listen top 5 but wouldn’t be on my top 5 now, if that says anything.

Older: i keep skipping this song which may be unfair of me but the way they explained that it was supposed to sound kind of 50s set up my expectations in a way and then i felt like they didn’t really deliver there. also i have not stopped thinking about what hazel said about how they really underutilized the sierra feature because it’s so true. she could have sung a harmony. it would have been so tasty. like don’t get me wrong, by itself this song is very pretty, but i have to divorce it from what it was Supposed to be and what it Could Have Been, which is difficult. points for a sweet love song sung by luke and sierra, though.

HAZE: i put on the soup! i put on the tie! i heard soup on first listen and i cannot unhear it. it slightly bothers me that they never say the song title in the actual song. i don’t have beef with this song but it does not change my neurochemistry like many of the other songs do. it’s an okay song. it’s nothing to write home about. i like how calum’s voice sings “it’s a hell of a ride”.

You Don’t Go To Parties: i’m in fucking love with this song. i’m so into the concept. my one thing is that the entire song feels like it’s waiting for someone to just belt some shit out and no one ever does. the song doesn’t have any rising moments. it needs to go UP. does this make sense? i don’t know! but it does to me. “took my foot up off the break, it’s not an accident” is a great line. the second verse goes tf off. i like how ashton’s verse feels like the precursor to HUFWULF.

BLENDER: BASS BASS BASS BASS i am so fucking weak for this bassline and then the SLAMMING prechorus and then this totally EPIC staccato rapid fire chorus god i love this song. all the pieces of it just come together in such a perfect way. it builds SO WELL but somehow still manages to get that same like…….punch-and-pull-back effect in the second prechorus to chorus by CUTTING the instruments at the start of the second chorus. on every level this song is fucking genius. i’m gonna say it okay? it’s like babylon but better. babylon elite.

Caramel: i’m actually trying to like this one more, because at this moment it’s closer to mid-tier for me. feldy produced, which is making me want to like it a lot, but i dunno man, it’s not doing it. it’s throwing me that the riff at the end of every other verse line is the same as the riff on “just fiiiine” in ghost of you. i also join the ranks of people who do not understand why this song is called caramel, and ESPECIALLY not why it is mentioned in the lyrics at the moment it is. like overall the word caramel does not really fit into this song equation at all and it’s taking points off the song. i like it as a tune but i keep listening hoping to like it more and it just isn’t happening. “love like a landslide” is a cool line. that hot bass moment at the very end is hot. the acoustic guitar bit right after it is completely out of place but intriguing.

Best Friends: fav fav fav fav fav fav fav fav real tears hitting the ground with this song i want to put myself in a pepper grinder this song makes me feel some kinda way to absolutely no one’s surprise the entire chorus i would like to wear it like a hoodie or a bathrobe also the fact that it’s a BANGER???? it’s actually a straight bop but it’s about how fuckign GREAT friendship is?? also michael’s verse??? his voice is the right one for this. i have nothing coherent left to say this song takes me right out. the fucking echo of “i got the best friends in this place” being the LAST thing you hear from the song. DUDE.

Bleach: i am currently fairly neutral on this song, but it wouldn't surprise me if i had a big bleach phase later in my life where i fall in love with this song because it just feels like the kind of song i would become obsessed with, though i can’t explain that. i’m very into the “bleach in my hair every saturday” line (specificity slaps, we know this). michael singing the second prechorus feels right. still struggling to follow the plot of the song but as far as i’m understanding it i actually really like the concept, so that’s promising. i do not like the final “draaaain” that happens right at the end. that adds basically nothing to the song.

Red Line: on first listen i zoned out. on second listen i was reading the lyrics and realized they made absolutely no sense but they intrigued me to no end. on third listen i did not read the lyrics and just Listened to the song and decided that while i don’t understand it i still really like it. i love train songs!! and i do love the rhythm and the tune of the “how many times did we run from each other?” whole bit. none of these lyrics really make sense to me but “the actor says he hates himself” is fascinating.

Moodswings: the michael & luke octaves is an interesting choice (their voices don’t blend super well) but having michael come in on that upper octave actually adds a LOT to this song from the outset. it makes it interesting. plus the duet-esque thing works here because for the rest of the song luke and michael are kinda doing a call and response thing (like “i don’t even know myself” “knowww myyyseeeelf”) and that sounds super good. obsessed whenever they drop the f bomb. and i think that having the ending be on the lower octave is a strong choice, especially with the lyrical switch from “i just wanna fucking push you away” to “it kills me when i try to push you away”. musical genius.

Flatline: thinking about hazel saying this could be a jonas brothers song. she was right. BUT. to be fair, i like every jonas brothers song ive heard. and i really like this one honestly. LOVE the second verse which has bitchin lyrics about how it’s hard to change but he says i love you without hesitating AND also has a groovy beat. i don’t love when whole sections of songs are sung entirely in falsetto but it doesn’t bother me as much as i would expect it to with this song. the prechorus lyrics are kinda generic but i like the run like hell part.

Emotions: the closest to a pop punk song we get on this album but for a pop punk song it’s not very pop or punk. considering michael wrote on it, produced it, and sings the whole thing, i’m going to say he’s the main guy responsible for this song existing, and i’m mad that he could have leaned in 150% and instead only leaned in 50%. this song needs electric guitars. also the lyrics are just not that creative they’re vague and nonspecific. generic. anyone could have written these lyrics. genuinely he could have gone so hard here and instead he wimped out. great tune by itself but in the context of all this i am disappointed

Bloodhound: this is like wildflower x teeth. the bass is YUMMY though. the chorus is super catchy and i’m into that. specifically the “he sunk his teeth into the bone” part is so sonically delicious, and then “he took an L and he won’t go home” kinda makes me laugh but it doesn’t feel gimmicky like slang in music sometimes does so i actually really like it. “i can’t let it go” sounds just like another song but i am drawing a blank on which one.

TEARS!: still trying to reconcile myself with this song. by itself it’s a straight banger. however. i cannot move past the title. why did they call it that? it’s too on the nose it’s tacky it’s gimmicky and i HATE the exclamation mark. it ruins the effect of the whole song and makes it seem jokey when it’s actually a legit good song about a real feeling. having said that, banger of a song. love a calum/ashton moment. it’s a really fascinating song sonically it goes a lot of different places it hits hard and i love the end of the bridge “i swear to god no one is feeling what i’m feeling” that’s a strong line but man the title i just cannot get over it. oh and: why is it the last song?? it doesn’t feel like an album closer at ALL. very weird choice.

#5sos5 #get fuckin ready for some nonsense besties!#i am in love with bad omens #i think i need a new top 5 now that ive actually processed all the songs #stuff

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izzy-b-hands · 2 years

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Pirate Party Part Two

Party pirates, partying in a piratey way on a pirate ship! Sugar! So much sugar it's not historically accurate! But why take that joy from these fictional children?

TW for emetophobia, underage smoking even tho I don't think they had those laws back then, but they do for this fic I guess lol

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"Can I learn?" the little girl, maybe seven years old, with her blonde hair falling in her eyes, looked up to Jim.

"How to throw knives?"

The girl nodded. "It's really cool how you do that."

"Thanks," Jim smiled. "Well...okay, you can't tell your parents though. No throwing knives in front of them."

They knelt down and handed the girl a knife, only for Oluwande to snag it instead.

"Jim!"

"She wants to learn!"

"She's a child!"

"I know!"

"This is a fucking knife!"

"I know that too!"

The girl let out a whimper, and they both broke into apologies.

"I'm sorry," Oluwande said. "Jim just keeps their knives really sharp, and I didn't want you to get hurt."

The girl nodded thoughtfully. "Could I learn with less sharp ones?"

"Actually, then if you get cut it's gonna hurt way worse," Jim said.

Oluwande gave them a look.

"It's true!"

"Can I learn how to fish?" The girl asked.

They both let out relieved sighs.

"Absolutely," Oluwande said. "Wait until you see all the weird fish there are..."

From the corner, Izzy listened until they were too far away to hear. This, to him, was maximum, peak, bullshit. There were so many children, and they were everywhere all at once, and sticky! They hadn't even been fed yet, and they were somehow already sticky. It was ridiculous!

Luckily there were a few older kids who had gotten his hints to keep the kids away from him, and they all redirected any of the younger ones if they so much as looked at him.

Except for one.

"Parties are stupid," the boy slouched by him against the wooden wall, and rolled his eyes. "Fucking kid shit."

Izzy bit back a smile. The boy was maybe sixteen, give or take a year or two. "Yeah, I hear ya. I'm not up for all this shit either."

"Like, who even has birthday parties anymore, that's so immature," the boy scoffed, and Izzy faked a cough to stop himself from bursting out laughing. "Like, be original, do something cool."

He was dying, the kid reminded him so much of himself and Ed at that age. It was horrible and funny, but also wild that the kid was clearly trying to impress him.

"What would you have done?" Izzy asked. "Pirate ship isn't cool enough?"

"Okay, so, the locale is actually cool," the kid replied. "But the activities are like...dancing to kid songs? And cake? And whatever that one guy with the seagull is doing?"

Izzy peered out and could just see Mr. Buttons doing what looked like a magic routine with a seagull for some of the kids.

"You don't wanna keep seagull guy?" Izzy joked.

The kid laughed. "Well. I guess he could stay."

Izzy nodded. "Mom made you come to watch a sibling?"

"How'd you know?"

"Just a guess," Izzy said. "You'd rather be doing stuff you think is fun."

"Yeah," the kid said. "Trenton, by the way."

"Izzy."

"Like, me and my friends, we like music and hanging out, and smoking stuff," Trenton said.

"Stuff?" Izzy asked.

"We can't get full smokes from anybody, so we all just cut off bits of our parent's and then glue them back together."

He nearly lost it then. It physically hurt not to laugh. Trenton was so earnest, so painfully wanting someone to think he was cool. The feeling took Izzy back into his own memories.

"Nice," he managed to choke out. "Say, why don't I go grab us each a cigar or a pipe or something?"

Trenton's eyes were dinner plates. "For real?"

Izzy shrugged. "I'm not your parent, and this is a party, right? Hell, I first smoked at thirteen, how old are you?"

"Almost fifteen," Trenton replied.

"You need to catch up then!" Izzy crowed. "I'll be right back with some, hang on."

As he went around the corner to the nearest stash of cigars, he ran into Lucius.

"You are not."

"He's at the age where he wants to be rebellious," Izzy sighed. "I had people help me do stupid shit as a kid, and looking back those were the adults I admired most!"

"I'm sorry your childhood was like that, because that sounds excessive and ultimately damaging," Lucius said sharply. "But you can't give him a cigar."

"He'll throw up and not want the rest anyway," Izzy protested. "That's what I did with my first cigar."

"Ew," Lucius grimaced.

"Yeah, me and Ed, one stolen cigar. Ran miles away from town to smoke it," Izzy continued fondly. "Taking a puff, then puking. Giving it to Ed for his turn, and he'd do the same, then give it back to me and-"

"Yeah, that's good, I get it," Lucius interrupted. "I just-"

"Look, I'm not trying to be creepy or a bad influence or whatever," Izzy cut him off. "Honestly, I know how it seems. He just seems miserable, and miserable kids act up. But maybe if he's happy, even if sick, he'll just fuck off and lay around for the rest of the party."

Lucius nodded. "I hate that that's a good point. I pulled a littler one off a rope and he bit me when I said he couldn't be up there."

"What is it with you and getting bit?"

"I don't know," Lucius muttered. "Anyway...fine. One cigar, but after that he goes to sit in his assigned chair and wait for lunch!"

"Thanks Mom," Izzy rolled his eyes and retrieved the cigar, ignoring the pain when Lucius slammed his hand with the metal lid of the stash box.

Back at the wall Trenton looked like he might pass out already just at the sight of the cigar.

"You said you've smoked before, right?" Izzy asked, knowing full well that had been a lie.

"Yeah, but maybe remind me?"

He smiled as he ran through instructions, and watched the kid light up.

"Take it easy, not so much at once," Izzy warned, finally plucking the cigar from his hand.

But Trenton was preoccupied coughing his lungs out, then hurling over the side of the ship to the delight of the nearby seagulls.

"What did you do?" Ed asked, exasperated. The baby on his hip whined at the cigar smoke in her eyes.

"Sorry," Izzy stubbed the cigar out quickly, waving away the smoke. "Sorry for that kiddo, you weren't meant to get any of that."

"Izzy," Ed said. "Seriously, is he okay?"

"First cigar puff, and he took a big one," Izzy laughed.

Ed's face relaxed. "Oh fuck, is that all? Poor thing, but we all do it."

"Part of growing up," Izzy agreed.

"Yeah, but you're too little for that yet," Ed said to the baby, booping her nose. "Not till you're a silly teenager, making bad decisions and having fun."

A knife suddenly went whizzing past them both, nearly nailing Izzy's head. The baby started to cry, and Ed handed her to Izzy as he rushed off shouting for Jim and Oluwande.

Izzy stared at the baby, who stared back at him, both in the way one might examine a particularly disgusting bug.

"So...what the fuck, huh?" Izzy asked her.

She looked around, babbled something lightly, then hiccuped. For a moment, she seemed content, and he thought maybe he didn't mind the little ones as much as he thought.

Then she gulped, hiccuped, and vomited all over his neck and chest, and he had to resist the urge to drop her and run to puke off the side of the ship himself.

#text post #ofmd fic #marc writes #in other news all the pirates are trying and failing to be good authority figures here lmaooo #they're winging it so hard but that bird don't fly

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gremlin-time-shenanigams · 1 year

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'Consorting with Angels'

This drawing is based on a poem written by american poet Anne Sexton, called 'Consorting with Angels', which can be read in full here-

I studied Sexton's work back in 6th form, and ever since this poem struck a chord and stuck with me. I think partly because of the way she used Christian imagery to express sentiments that go quite against traditional conservative Christian values- I find this very appealing. I didn't grow up in a religious family, in fact, I was raised in an explicitly atheist household. But I was surrounded by cultural Christianity, attended schools where we said prayers and sang hymns, and just generally existed in a country where that is the largest religion. I love churches- I don't love going to church, I love the buildings. This is the opposite of how it's supposed to be, the church is supposed to be the people, the community, not the building, and you're supposed to love the people not the building. But I love the smell of old wood and stone, I love stained glass windows and candles. I like the idea of ritual that takes place there, even when it's boring to sit through in reality. I like the sense of divinity that exists there unrelated to actual religion or dogma. So I love things that take this sense of divinity, these images from Christianity like angels and saints and heavenly gates, and turn them into something deviant like in this poem. I love the description of angels in the poem, as weird, unique, almost conceptual,

'and the nature of the angels went unexplained,

no two made in the same species,

one with a nose, one with an ear in its hand,

one chewing a star and recording its orbit,

each one like a poem obeying itself,

performing God's functions,

a people apart.'

In my drawing I drew the angel as alien like, kinda like the classic grey aliens, and I also gave them three eyes, arms and wings. I was going to put eyes all over the body, like those fun biblically accurate angels, but it didn't feel right and was visually cluttering. I think I may have also been thinking about the angels from welcome to nightvale? It's been years since I listened and I don't remember if they ever actually describe how they look, but I liked those angel characters.

The other reason I like this poem so much is the way Sexton rejects the interminable bullshit of being a woman and expresses gender non-conformity and non-binary gender. This poem was the first thing that actually made me understand that people can just reject the gender binary and that's a fine and totally valid way to be. Honestly it was a concept I struggled with when I was younger- I broadly understood what it meant to be a binary trans person since I was pretty young, I knew that sometimes people changed their gender between male or female, and that checked out with my child brain, like yeah, some people are born with the wrong body for them and they are actually the other gender, okay, cool, makes sense. But that there was an option other than male or femle confused me. Like, how could you be neither, nothing, have no gender? But reading this poem I got it-

'The bowl was filled with purple grapes

and the flies hovered in for the scent

and even my father came with his white bone.

But I was tired of the gender things.'

It's that line, 'I was tired of the gender of things.' It just clicked like, yeah, sometimes it is just super tiring to have all these expectations put on us because of gender, and it would be so nice to be free of it. Sexton was writing specifically from the point of casting away some concept or role of womanhood, but being a man has plenty of bullshit expectations some people want to be free from too. And the older I get the more I get it- sometimes I just feel so bogged down by gender, like, my own or the concept generally. Like I just wanna shake it off for a minute and be weightless, a weird, unique being consorting with the angels.

With the awareness of non-binary genders really increasing in recent years I'm still learning about the many ways for people to express themselves and identify outside of the binary, whether it's through being both or neither or nothing or something inbetween- and I just think that's cool and interesting. Another line of the poem relating to the rejection of binary gender is,

'I was not a woman anymore,

not one thing or the other.'

But my favourite part of the poem is the last three lines, which are probably my favourite last lines of any poem, it's such a strong ending to me-

'I'm all one skin like a fish.

I'm no more a woman

than Christ was a man.'

These lines have been rattling around my brain like a dried bean in a tin can for years since I first read this poem. They really resonates with something within me, like this idea I have of divinity being unbound by sex or gender. Also just the transgression of referring to christ as anything but a man is so fun. 'I'm all one skin like a fish.' is such a good line too, and I could analyse it more in regards to the presentation of sexuality in the poem, but I am not a literature student anymore so I think for now I'll just enjoy the words and rattle them around in my own brain a bit more.

#poetry #anne sexton #illustration #poetry illustration #drawing #digital and traditional #don't mind me i'm just cleaning my brain out #poetry analysis #kinda I'm not really analysing it I'm just talking about a poem I like

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adrenalineadventure · 1 year

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11/23/2022

"All my life I drown in adrenaline

Now my blood runs slow like a sedative

I wake up, past noon, and they settled in

Lord, please help me up, I don't wanna lay down

Help me get myself back up

I don't wanna lay down" - Adrenaline by Zero 9:36

Today is the day before Thanksgiving. I'm hosting this year. I think mom is happy to hand it over. But no one likes the drive here. Grandma is even coming (she loves my cooking). This year's Thanksgiving is all up to me. I'm in control. That feels really good.

I still feel a little weird about everything - unsettled. Cooking was really the only thing I did with him where I felt any kind of real connection. Even if I was restricted from doing any real cooking and was tasked with washing the dishes. We'd listen to music, drink, and eat. It was an intimate experience. But when I started getting better at cooking..or may it was just the devolution of our relationship, my mashed potatoes would be thrown across the room. He would change the burner temp when I'd turn around. I'd be responsible for scraping dried mashed potatoes off the walls.

But now I am in control. This is my Thanksgiving meal. NO ONE is going to get in MY FUCKING WAY.

"I have already moved on

To someone who wont do me wrong

I hope that one day you can see

The villain you are with me

Release your hold

And now I'm the one in control

If the riptide comes today

You're the only one that will wash away" -Riptide by Unlike Pluto

Dear ______,

I still think about you. The narrative has really changed though. I'm in control.

I can't help but wonder what your Thanksgiving will look like. How is your Grandmother doing? Do you have someone to bring to Thanksgiving? Are you already drunk? Is your mom okay? Or has the crisis finally hit? Have you isolated, played the victim? Has anyone called you out on your bullshit? Perhaps they already know how you'd respond, so they don't even try. I bet you're bossing someone around in the kitchen - trying to control the situation.

I hope one day you'll heal all the parts of you that ache. I hope you can learn to love - be fair, patient, and supportive. I hope for all these things to happen so you can connect with someone. So you don't hurt them. I don't really care for you. I'm curious maybe - but not enough to pursue any information. I care more for the hypothetical, nebulous partner you may have. It's not fair that just because you hurt you leave a trail of collateral damage.

So in the spirit of giving thanks; I'm thankful for the man I'm with now. I'm thankful for the daily lessons he provides me in what true love looks like. Love isn't really the romanticized codependent bullshit that I believed for so long. It is patient, forgiving, and reflective. It's a beautiful light even when I fall short.

I'm thankful for me. I am strong, intelligent, resilient, and valuable. Everyday I still swim through the murky waters of hypervigilance and I still face the following day. I am in control.

You can't hurt me anymore..and that's what I'm thankful for.

-Me

#thanksgiving #domestic violene poem #domestic violent relationships #mental abuse #therapy #mental health #recovery #ptsdlife #ptsdsurvivor #letters #empowerment #feminism

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elysianslove · 3 years

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haikyuu boys that ━━

━━ would absolutely, definitely, 100% get nauseous, dizzy, possibly might faint, while their s/o is in labor. one peak and they’re doubling over the hospital bed, inhaling deeply and exhaling sharply, steeling themselves. some are surprising, some are expected. all are stupid.

iwaizumi hajime; he just cannot. he cannot fathom what is happening. there is no way you’re going through that and surviving. no wonder you’re screaming in pain. of course you’re screaming in pain. he takes one look at what’s going on and just immediately takes a step back, eyebrows raised and hand pressed to his chest like “my god.” he’s an 8/10 though because he is incredibly supportive and those arms are great to grab onto. will not complain for a second (is strangely way too quiet), but he’s worryingly pale. maybe he’s quiet cause if he speaks he’ll throw up.

miya atsumu; he’s this close to screaming. or crying. possibly both. he can’t tell if he’s scared in general or scared for you or if he’s hurting seeing you hurting. in fact, no one can tell. he just looks like he’s watching an alien abduction happen right before his eyes. like a 6/10 because he probably does actually faint. it’s almost as if he’s the one in labor. and he’s the annoying kind of supportive that makes you want to smack him like shut the fuck up i’m pushing a whole child out of me right now. but his reactions are extremely endearing and hilarious to watch back because he most definitely insisted on filming.

akaashi keiji; the silent struggler. really doesn’t wanna make it obvious at all. like he really, really, really doesn’t want you knowing that he’s uncomfortable in any way, but he’s like, sweating from how nauseous he is. a big part of it is hating seeing you in pain; he cringes every time you so much as groan or pant. 7/10 because he’s incredibly supportive but his hands are way too clammy :/ like fr get a grip keiji. again, supportive, but his voice is shaky so it’s like, really ineffective. he cries when he sees his baby and it automatically makes him an 11/10.

sakusa kiyoomi; absolute coward. pussy. it’s not about hygiene, he’s just genuinely mortified. keeps asking you’re okay like,,, what do you think, sir? he keeps looking even though every time he does it doesn’t get any better? question mark? you can see him visibly gulping cause he’s in so much shock. like a 5/10 because he forgets to hold your hand. just stands there. eyes wide and mouth parted like a dumb fish. chokes back on his sobs when he hears his baby’s cries and it’s adorable how he brings his hand up to silence himself so maybe he’s a 7/10.

goshiki tsutomu; please he probably has a panic attack mid labor. definitely screams with you and all the nurses and the doctor are like ???? holds your hand tighter than you’re holding his. apologizes the whole time. the whole time. like the doctor asked him if he wants to see what’s happening, which idk why they would consider that a smart idea, and he just wailed like, “baby i’m so sorry, i’m so sorry, can we just adopt?” a 3/10. he’s so cute but. bring someone else if you don’t want to rip your hair out and his.

kageyama tobio; he absolutely tries to pretend that he’s okay but he just gets really, really quiet once you start delivering and his lips are chapped and his pupils are blown and his face is so pale. he looks like he just got off of a really bad rollercoaster. he’s not even holding your hand you’re just hanging onto an unmoving, lifeless limb. maybe 6/10, cause he could be better in the supportive department but, at least he was quietly panicking. he does have a mini panic attack once his baby is in his arms though. like just starts hyperventilating. it’s okay though! it’s actually kind of cute <3

lev haiba; actually faints. not probably. he actually faints. like all 6′5 of him just drops onto the floor by your bed and you’re like ,,, damn, guess i’m doing this alone then. he wakes up and the first thing he sees is your baby crowning and he just faints again pls. someone has to be there with you, just like to help him to you. he cannot stand straight at all, he’s leaning on the bed the whole time. 5/10 because it genuinely makes you laugh it kind of makes the pain bearable. they have to get a chair in case he just falls back cause he’s just so dizzy pls.

━━ would be so fucking annoying. who the hell let them in this room? why did you agree to this? how are you going to raise a child with them? regrets. so many regrets.

tanaka ryūnosuke; he’s like annoyingly scared. shut up and calm down for a minute i’m trying to birth your child here. swears so much like “holy shit holy shit that’s a big baby.” like pls you’re trying to push it out of you and he has the audacity to say shit like that? treats it like it’s some sort of volleyball match like he cheers whenever the doctor praises you. maybe a 5/10 cause he’s just annoying, but it’s motivating in a way. accepts any insult you throw at him too, like he’s so on board with it. “yes, i’m absolutely a piece of shit— what do you mean you’re not getting anywhere near my dick babe wait.”

bokuto kōtarō; listen :( you don’t want to think he’s annoying but he lowkey is. he’s trying his hardest to make this an easier experience for you but you just need him to be a little quieter. like this hurts bo, calm down please. you want to match his energy but it’s literally physically impossible. he’s an 8/10 though because you doubt it’d have been possible to go through it without him. bokuto’s incredibly ripped too so he lets you hang onto him and he holds you tightly too, like grips your hands and legs so strong that it’s v physically supportive too.

kozume kenma; he’s so. quiet. like say something kozume. say anything. he’s just wincing and cringing. 4/10 cause where’s the emotion. lets you hold his hand, like wow you should be honored. insults you back if you insult him???? like what’s that about???? when he sees his baby he does like, sharply intake a breath or whatever cause he doesn’t want to cry but he’s really struggling not to, which is kind of cute you guess. films the whole thing and does like a peace sign with a very nonchalant face but he has a filter on and the filter scans your face too except you’re like screaming. actually a 3/10.

sugawara kōshi; he’s incredibly supportive yes, but mans will be laughing at you. laughing. at you. probably films you and is like properly giggling and laughing boisterously. is so unfazed by anything and everything he sees. he would so easily be a 10/10 but he becomes a -1/10 just cause he’s an ass. definitely like is breathless and is so mind-blown when he sees his baby. just in awe and in shock that he laughs like, “we made that holy crap.” good to have in the delivery room because he does make the atmosphere easier and more lighthearted, but,,, at what cost? your sanity’s.

suna rintarō; the amount of times you wanted to punch him you cannot count on your ten fingers. makes some sex joke about how you’re so stretched out. you literally want to deck him. films the birthing process and makes you watch the video when you’re not even done delivering the baby? cause he’s insane i guess? justifies it as “this is a reminder of how strong you are,” like shut up with your bullshit. it’s kinda smart tho cause you can pull this on your kid later but still. he’s so fucking annoying. if you hold his hand too hard he’ll be like “it can’t be that bad stop being such a baby,” and the baby is delivered like an hour early out of spite. a 6/10 tho cause somehow you love him and decided to have a baby with him.

ushijima wakatoshi; pt.2 to say fucking something??? he’s mostly quiet cause he doesn’t really know what to say, and cause he’s never seen you in this much pain and it’s kind of shocking him. he’s not scared though, cause it’s like, a natural process of human life and the life cycle and all that stuff, he’s just like. taking time to process it. lets you hold his hand though. also if you wanna like give up halfway through he’s annoyingly angry with you like “no. you can’t just give up halfway. stop being a coward.” like why don’t you give it a try toshi??? a 5/10. could do better.

terushima yuuji; so hyperactive that it’s infuriating. doesn’t even hold your hand, he just stands back and observes and like cheers. literally will jump every time you push, like what the fuck, my love? makes really weird comments like “what does it feel like? does it feel like you’re pooping?” like???? it feels like i’m being torn in half yu :D a 4/10 only cause when you ask if you can slap him he wholeheartedly agrees and the doctor cannot hold their laugh back. also definitely plays like the chika dance and makes the nurses do it with him. probably films a tiktok too. you’re going to kill him after.

oikawa tōru; he’s trying so hard to be supportive and your backbone but he’s just so jittery and nervous. he’s not going to faint or get nauseous, but he literally cannot stay still. he’s so anxious it’s making you anxious. his hands are shaking when they grip yours, but honestly, completely unbiased of course, an 8/10, cause it really is so endearing. like he’s breathlessly and exasperatingly praising you and you can tell he’s near tears just gasping back sobs so ,,, maybe he’s not that annoying. but he is. he is annoying. a little.

━━ would be the best of the best. perfectly supportive. a lovely anchor. not too quiet, not too chatty. is so soft and gentle with you. you fall in love with them all over again.

miya osamu; definitely a 10/10. husband material. he has a cloth that’s just patting away at your sweat. kisses your hand and knuckles. soothingly rubs at your thighs. tells you you’re doing great, that it’ll all be worth it. kisses your forehead. grins at you halfway through when you need that extra motivation. literally all the nurses and the doctor are swooning over him. he’s very nervous deep down but he won’t show it, not for a moment, for your sake. 10/10. can’t stress this enough.

kita shinsuke; another king! so soft with you when you feel like giving up. just speaks to you in hushed tones like, “you’ve come this far, lovely. you can’t back out now. think of all the happy moments we’ll get to share just a few hours from now.” and you’re like “alright i’m sold.” completely unfazed by anything he sees. okay maybe a little fazed but he just kisses your forehead after sneaking a peak and tells you you’re doing wonderfully. 100000/10. imagine him as the father of your children???? like literally who else would you want????

aran ojiro; wow another inarizaki i sense a trend. except atsumu he’s a pussy. cheers you on quietly, holds onto your legs, breathes with you, smooths your hair back, literally just an angel. if you take a small break he just spends it quietly talking with you to get your mind off the pain. his knuckles are just caressing your jaw and cheek softly till you’ve calmed down. 10/10 obviously. he’s just the right amount of loud supportive and quiet supportive. kisses you full on the mouth when he first hears his baby’s cries and can’t stop thanking you. literally wtf he’s so cute.

kuroo tetsurō; he’s actually surprisingly very serious when you’re delivering the baby. he’s cracking jokes and all before to try and get you less nervous but it’s actually because he’s freaking out. he’s mostly quiet, just holding onto your hand as tightly as you’re gripping his. he holds his breath every time you push. keeps whispering i love you and pressing kisses to your temple. a 9/10 cause he’s so quiet it’s a little scary but he cannot hold back his tears when he sees his baby. kisses you all over your face after.

satori tendō; very emotional. like so emotional. he’s teary eyed the whole time, just thanking you even if you hadn’t given birth yet. it makes the nurses cry too cause it’s so lovely to see him get so visibly affected by this. he’s just whispering thank you’s and i promise not to let you down ever and i promise to love you forever and you’re pretty sure he’s speaking to the baby you’re birthing at this point. 9/10 cause he made you cry :( no but really he’s a 10/10. super loving, keeps asking you if you’re okay, if you need water, need to hold his hand, anything. angel, fr.

matsukawa issei; relatively surprising as well because you expected him to be more than just annoying, but he’s just. in awe. he’s so amazed by how much you’re going through, and he just stores it in the back of his brain. literally thanks you for the next 50 years to come. laughs endearingly with you to lighten the mood. 9/10. a point is deducted because he jokingly said that now you’ll be able to take his dick really easily. a nurse choked in shock pls. gets real close after to whisper i love you so that only you can hear. he’s just a dream <3

━━ would not let you move an inch after giving birth. all the work is on them for the next 5 years.

all of them. not a single one is left out in this one. they’re annoying but ,,, they all love very strongly <3

end note; listen idk what this is. i had a vision where iwaizumi could not handle his s/o giving birth and the thought was actually so sweet to me, just the nurses laughing at him and he’s just breathing deeply to try and not throw up and then. this happened. anyways. this helped put me in a better mood so i hope it does/did for anyone else too!

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jedi-luca · 2 years

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Incorrect Avengers Wedding Singer edition

*Tony throws an Avengers after party to take Y/N’s mind off of getting their heart broken*

Steve and Tony are whispering to the team

Wanda: This is stupid it's not gonna work.

Bucky: Well not with that attitude!

*Steve glares at Wanda who is flipping Bucky the bird.*

Steve hisses: That's not nice.

Natasha: It's worth a try, I've never seen Y/N this sad.

Tony: Hey Romanoff maybe give Y/N a lap dance once she's in the stripper phase.

Vision: Stripper phase?

Sam: Every break up there is a stripper phase it's good it just means you can see yourself with someone else now.

Vision: So when you're having a bachelor or bachlorette or you get your heart broken it is okay to see a stripper, but it's not okay to see one when?

Wanda: For you it will never be okay.

Sam cackling: Sucker!

Tony: okay, okay, enough!

*Tony gestures towards Y/N whose having a shot contest with Yelena.*

Steve says loudly: You know what I feel like hearing?

Tony: What's that Rogers?

Steve: Some rock and roll music.

Tony: Oh you know what me too! Y/N, you used to play in a band right?

Y/N downing another shot with Yelena.

Y/N hiccups: YeAh...

*Y/N lazily walks over leaning on the sofa.*

Y/N: I actually used to want to be a song writer when I was younger... you know before the super thing...

Natasha: Have you written anything lately?

Yelena walks up with shot glasses: Yeah I heard it the other day it's called Deez Nutz!

Y/N snorts: That's a good one.

*Y/N takes the shot Yelena gave her only to have Natasha take it*

Y/N: Rude.

Natasha: Can you play it for us?

Y/N: You don't wanna hear it it's not good.

Natasha and her signature smirk: I'm sure it is.

Y/N slurring slightly: Well it's just a little weird cause I wrote half of it when I was with Linda and the other half when she left. So it's a little uneven ya know.

Natasha: I don't mind, I'd like to hear it...

Yelena: Yes play us song!

Natasha: Come on... for me?

*Y/N grumbling and blushing*

Y/N: Oh no I couldn't-

Tony: There's a guitar set up right over there.

Y/N: Well if you're gonna twist my arm.

*A drunk Y/N stumbles to the stool sitting down and plugging in the electric guitar.*

Y/N: Ok, I just want to warn you all that when I wrote this song I was listening to the Cure a lot...so... You don't know how much I need you. While you're near me I don't feel blue. And when we kiss I know you need me too. I can't believe I found a love that's so pure and true.

The team: 👀

Y/N: But it all was bullshit. It was a goddamn joke. And when I think of you Linda, I hope you fucking choke.

The team: 😳

Y/N: I hope you're glad with what you've done to me. I lay in bed all day long feeling melancholy. You left me here all alone, tears running constantly.

*Natasha inwardly planning the murder of your ex*

Y/N: Oh somebody kill me please, somebody kill me plee-ase, I'm on my knees, pretty pretty please kill me.

Steve: Oh my...

Y/N: I want to die. Put a bullet in my head.

*Bucky and Thor stand up clapping their hands together before whistling*

Bucky: I loved it buddy great song!

Thor: Very awesome!

Tony: Love the energy, but maybe try doing some ska. People love Ska!

*Sam pulling out his phone to sign you up for therapy with Bucky's therapist.*

Wanda clears her throat nudging Vis: So great Y/N.

Vision: Very, how the kids say Emo of you.

Yelena: It sucked I want my money back.

*Y/N begins to cry Natasha quickly makes her way over to console Y/N*

Natasha: I liked it...She doesn't deserve you Y/N she never did...

Loki smiling evilly watching from the safety of his bedroom: She's losing her mind... and I'm reaping all the benefits...

#incorrect marvel quotes #incorrect avengers #natasha and yelena #natasha romanoff #natasha x y/n #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x y/n #natasha romanoff x you #natasha romonova #natasha romonova x you #yelena belova #Tony stark x y/n #thor x reader #bucky barnes x reader #sam wilson x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x vision #steve rodgers x reader #incorrect wedding singer quotes

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gyusfavlibra · 3 years

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THIS IS MY WORK! PLEASE DO NOT COPY OR REPOST ON OTHER SITES/APPS!!!!

Warnings: +18, smut, fingering, hand job, sex in bathroom, language, jealousy, fighting, arguing.

Y/n and Sarah sat quietly on Kie's bed as they waited for Kiara to stop degrading the lavender dress she wore while standing in her large mirror. Mrs. Carrera coming through the door to make sure the girls were all dressed. "This is disgusting."

"I know it's just horrible."

"I'm asking you guys to just relax and go to a fun party."

"I look like a bourgeoisie pig."

"I think you look beautiful," y/n said while shrugging at Kie. She just gave a smile back to her, still hating the look no matter what compliments were given.

"Will you please not worry about socioeconomic injustice for one night?"

"Mom, people not three miles from her have no power, no running water, and we're going to Midsummers."

"That's so tone deaf."

"Y/n," the mother scolded at her niece. "Do you know how hard we had to work to get into the Island club?"

"Yeah, mom. How could I forget? You had to grovel for, like, ten years--"

"Twelve years, and we also had to cough up a huge chunk of dough-"

"To keep up with the Joneses-"

"No, so you had the same experiences that I had as a child."

"But weren't parents as teens out, like partying, getting drunk, making out in the backseats of their cars at drive in movies," the cousin listed while putting her things in its bag. "Getting pregnant."

"That doesn't sound fun," Sarah added.

"Do you girls even know what the Island club is?"

"A factory farm."

"For debutantes," Y/n raised her eyebrows.

"It's a nice place, with nice people where you can do fun stuff."

"With out-of-touch rich people, while the island sinks slowly into the ocean."

"Water filling the poor's destructive lungs while the wealthy ones get away on million dollar boats."

Sarah sat quietly laughing on the comfy blanketed mattress. Mr. Cerrera sighed, saying one last thing before walking out. "Okay, I want you to put on your party face, girls, if you want to live."

"Did your mom just threaten to kill us?"

"Maybe. I think so," she nods as she turned around to the duo, fixing the flower crown that sat on her cousin's head. "You nervous to see Rafe."

"Why did you have to bring that up?"

"I was curious. I know it's only been two days, but-"

"Hey, he broke up with me. So if he wants to talk, that's in his duty. Not mine. I did nothing wrong."

Sarah got off the bed, swinging on it's pole. "Except flirt with JJ, or so he says."

"I was not...flirting with JJ. He has a crush on Kiara. I'd never."

"But Rafe doesn't know that."

°°°°

*flashback*

"What if she doesn't like it?"

"She'll love it. She's hippie."

Y/n and JJ sat on John B's porch, smoking a blunt. The girl was trying to help him do something nice for Kiara so JJ could ask her out without feeling weird. He's liked her for the longest and he was finally ready to tell her how she feels.

"Alright, now practice what you're gonna say."

Just as Y/n finished saying the statement, her own boyfriend, Rafe Cameron showed up. Standing behind them listening in.

"Okay, uh, hey I have to tell you something...uh important," the blonde began speaking, using hand gestures because of his nerves. "I really really like you. Like not like friends like, but I have feelings, uhm, strong feelings for you. Because you're like super hot, andnyou're like a really cool chick. So I was wondering if maybe you'd wanna...go out with me."

"Yes, t-"

"What the hell!"

The manly unknown voice shocked them both, their figures jumping at the sound because they thought they were alone.

"Rafe, what're you doing here?"

Y/n asked confusedly as she stood from the steps. The Kook just scoffed and walked back out. Ignoring her question. She shared a glance with JJ before going to follow after him.

"Hey! Where you going? What's wrong?"

"A pogue!? Y/n, seriously?!"

"What're you talking about?"

"You're cheating on me with a pogue?" He shouted. Y/n scrunched her eyebrows, looking at the unnecessary upset individual.

"What do you mean cheating? I'm not cheating on you. We were just talking."

"Bullshit. That's bullshit! I heard it all."

"Rafe, it's not like that. Jj was just-"

"I should've known better. I should've known," he fumed. His right foot swung to kick the dirt near his truck that he was so very close to getting into.

"Known what?"

"I should've never trusted a pogue. I knew something like this was gonna happen. You were just gonna throw me away like Sarah did, Topper. Right? Huh?"

"You sound ridiculous. I was never throwing you away. I was helping him out."

"Yeah, while you're at it. Might as well help sleep with him too."

Y/n scoffed, taking a step back from the angered boy who's brain had just functioned what he said. Part of him regretted it very much. But the other part thought you deserved it because of his cheating accusation.

He opened his vehicle door. Stepping one foot inside. "We're done."

The girl just laughed with held tears reaching for the openess. She turned around to head back inside as Rafe just drove off.

°°°°

"Hey, no tearing up today. Go to this stupid thing and show him that his little cheating accusation act didn't hurt you at all. You're stronger than that."

"Thanks, Kie."

The girls finished up their last minute touches. That includes sweeping their dresses with roller for no hair, any makeup redos, or hair finishes. The ride to the country club was quiet. Well, y/n was quiet.

This would be her first time seeing Rafe since their break up a three days ago. They've been doing everything in their mighty to avoid each other. And it definitely worked. But like her friend told her, she wasn't gonna get worked up. Letting Rafe see her weak was like telling him he was right about everything. But he wasn't.

"Jesus, Kook land."

"I forgot how packed this thing is every year."

"Well, let's go. I gotta walk out with my family."

The Cameron family walked out with their heads high and the Kook crowd cheered for each one. Y/n kept her eyes gazed to Kiara since they were in the middle of a conversation. Not caring if that family came in or not. That excludes Sarah.

Rafe watched from his spot by his dad, as they exited to outside. Breath hitched when he saw Y/n and her dress. It was a dark toned red, had tulle, and a revealing chest opening.

A red flower crown on her head, complimenting her beautiful down hair. She looked amazing and hot to Rafe. He had to clear his throat before excusing himself.

"Hey," the red dresses girl heard from beside her as a hand landed on her lower back. She removed it before her eyes retracted to theirs. Kie just pursed her lips before leaving to hangout with Sarah. Y/n internally screaming that she left her there.

"What do you want?"

"Uh, you look nice."

"Okay. Thanks. You don't too. What do you want?"

"Nothing. Just saying hi."

"Bye."

"Wait, wait, wait. Why are you mad at me? Shouldn't I be the mad one here?"

"Why?"

"Because of what you did," he said with furrowed eyebrows. Y/n shrugged.

"I didn't do anything."

"Do- do you not remember what happened on the cut three days ago? The fight."

"You slut shaming me and accusing me of cheating with JJ. That? Yeah, I remember that."

"Accused? I heard you."

"Heard what exactly?"

"JJ, was telling you he liked you and thought you were a cool hippie chick, which you are not. You're not hippie. And then he asked you out and you said yes. As soon as I walked in."

Y/n stared at him blankly. Before bursting out laughing. A few guests behind them staring with a look that showed they weren't used to loud talkers or laugher. "Oh my god. You thought? Jesus that's absolutely hilarious."

"What is?"

"That you think- you think that JJ was confessing feelings to me. Whew that's rich."

"I heard it, Y/n."

"He wasn't confessing anything to me you shit head. He was practicing for when he asked out Kiara."

Rafe was confused. Majorly. Inside and out. "But she-"

"He likes Kiara. And she's my cousin. You think I'd really hurt anyone like that? How low of me do you think? Have fun at this party."

Y/n walked off to go look for her disappeared friends. Not wanting to spend another second in a spot with someone who was so rude over something he knew nothing about. Just assumed. Never asked.

As she walked down the corridors of the porch that many people stood on drinking, a hand grabbed her shoulder, turning her around. Her eyes fixated on the blonde in a black tux and a bow tie.

"Holy shit, JJ. You scared me. What're you doing here?" She asked as she hugged him.

"Well, Sarah somehow convinced her dad to let me in tonight to hangout with Kie."

"Have you seen her?"

"I was just looking for her myself. C'mon. She's probably inside."

She grabbed his hand. Pulling him inside. They found Kie just minutes later with Pope. He was working the grill with his dad. Sarah was getting raided by Topper about their own stupid shit. Y/n decided to go get herself a drink and maybe find someone to dance with.

The straw rested on her lips as she stood against the porch railing. Gazing over all the people who say around laughing, probably bragging about their money, summer vacations, their older kids getting into a good college. Typical kook things.

Her eyes focused on a specific couple talking off to the side. Her eyes burning a whole in the back of Rafe's head as he tried to flirt up a storm with some Kook she didn't know whatsoever.

Her body was fuming. Was Rafe really gonna sit in front of her and flirt with a whole other girl that isn't her. Just a few days after their breakup. It's like he's trying to play victim. And she's had it.

"Hey, Sancho. Lassie."

The brunette Rafe was talking up a storm to laughed. "I'm sorry who are you?"

"Oh, you gonna introduce me to your side piece here?"

"Would you stop? We're just talking."

"Talking? Yeah, okay," Y/n laughed. The girl just looked at her dazed. "Hi, I'm his girlfriend. Y/n. And you, yeah you're excused."

Rafe was truly enjoying this scene. Internally rooting for Y/n. He wasn't gonna object to that fact that she called herself his girlfriend. Because now that he knew the truth, it changed his perspective.

"Who do you think you are?"

"I already told you. Wh- can you not hear correctly?"

"He said he was single so, why-"

"He lied. So, you can go away now- Rafe. Let's go. We need to talk."

"What're you his mother now?" The rando questioned. Y/n turned to her and gripped her face.

"If you wanna keep these teeth, then I suggest you stop talking. Go find somebody else's boyfriend to mack on."

She dragged Rafe by his hand into the upstairs private bathroom. Locking the door behind her. "What're you doing?"

"Just having a friendly conversation. There a problem?"

"You were flirting, Rafe. That was flirting," she paced. Hand against her for head.

"Like you're any better. You lied to me."

"I've never lied about anything."

"You said JJ liked Kiara."

"Yeah. He does."

"Then why is he holding your hand, hugging you, and leaving inside with you instead of the girl he supposedly likes," Rafe argued. Gripping onto the large counter.

"Rafe, I grabbed his hand and brought him inside to find Kiara. And I hugged him because I was happy for my friend. God, Rafe how many times do I have to tell you that I am not cheating on you."

"It's kind of hard to believe that shit when I keep seeing things with my own eyes."

"Then stop assuming and come ask me. Jesus, do you not trust me or something. Because I trust you. Anytime I hear that you're at a party doing lines with hot blonde's next to you, I brush it off because I know you'd never. Why can't you just do that for me."

Rafe stood from his seat. Pinching the bridge of nose. The guilty conscience grazed through his mind as he listened to her words. He had issues with trust and with others, but he knew it wasn't a reason to take it out on the only person who's loved him for him.

"I'm sorry. Okay? I'm sorry. You're right. I should trust you. Just like you trust me. I'll work on it. I promise."

"Don't promise me that. Just show me that you love me just as much."

The words clicked. He did love her. And he cared about her. More than anyone in this world. And he wanted to show her. In the most physical way possible.

"C'mere."

"Why?"

"Just c'mere," he repeated as he grabbed her by her waist, pulling her closer to him. She stumbled, but Rafe's grip kept her in place. He moved his face closer to hers, lips almost touching as they grazed against each other.

He used the hand placed on her waist to grip the fabric of her dress. Pulling it upwards. Her breath hitched as he hand snaked under the red tulle and right onto her now soaking core. His pointy finger swept across the waistband of her panties.

Y/n wasn't expecting this as the outcome from their miniature argument but she wasn't complaining. And neither was Rafe.

He pushed her underwear down as much as he could from their position, before going back to her walls and making circular motions. Rafe finally closer the space, kissing her lips practically roughly as he continued rubbing her.

He kept a firm hand on her waist to make sure she had a gripping support if he legs gave out, which they indeed will. The motions stopped as Y/n pulled her lips away from his. Rafe stared at her daring eyes, questioning if she wanted his to continue.

"Put them inside me," she whispered. The Cameron smirked before obliging to her demand. He stuck to fingers into her wet cunt. A soft moan escaped her lips as he did so. Pumping them in and out of her. Y/n rubbed her hand against the erection in his dress pants.

"You like that, yeah?"

She nodded as the locked her lips. Not being able to speak because knowing if she did, she let out a loud moan and even at this club would hear.

She unbuckled his pants, putting her handninside to grip his penis and pump it as he slipped his tongue into her mouth. The hand he held to her waist was now gripped on her neck, gently. Y/n clenched around his fingers. Feeling her high come close. "Dont stop."

Rafe began pumping faster just as Y/n did so. The teens were so horny that they were both already reaching their extent. Rafe's shaft twitched in her hand. "I'm cumming."

"Do it for me."

That's all it took for Y/n to finish. And Rafe too. His liquids filling her hands as they both let out moans due to their intense actions. In one swift motion, Rafe snaked a hand around Y/n's waist turning then so she was against the counter. Her pulled the straps of her dress of her shoulders, leaving kisses as he did so before connecting his lips to hers.

Her pulled his tuxedo jacket off him. Snapping the bowtie off as well. Y/n moaned at the tluchnof his hands on her breast. Massaging them in his hands over the fabric of her strapless bra.

Y/n unbuttoned the spots on his shirt before pulling it off his shoulders and onto the floor. Rafe stop his gripping motions and pulled down his pants and boxers. He sat her up on the counter. Her bare ass connecting to the coldness of the marble designed setting.

Rafe rubbed his tip against her fold once or twice before pushing himself into her. Not giving a warning, but Y/n loved the suddeness. Y/n let a moan into his next as he began thrusting his hips. The girl gripping her black painted nails into his back.

Rafe's eyes rolled to the back of his head. Enjoying the feelings of Y/n's cunt wrapped around him.

"You like that?"

"Yes, god yes."

Y/n sat up, wrapping her arms around his neck. Each moan and huff she exposed in his earn make his whole body shiver. Rafe let out a grunt before answering. She clenched her walls around his dick. The dirty blonde groaned slamming into her body. "Do it again."

She did so. Clenching around around the boy as he slammed into her again. This time, hitting the spot that made her whole body go insane. "Tell me I'm yours."

"You're mine."

A moan escaped her lips after he said what she had wanted. Her hand smacked down onto the edge of the sinks counter. Grilling onto it for dear life. "Tell me it again."

The feeling of her finishing was fastly approaching. As well as for Rafe. The moans she let out made his go over the edge as he fucked her hard. "Tell me, Rafe."

"You're fucking mine, ah-"

Each of them let out a loud moan as they finished. Covering each others mouths. There shouldn't be anyone upstairs but for precautions they covered either way.

Rafe's head fell forward onto her chest. Taking large breaths as y/n did too. "Shit, y/n."

The Cameron pulled out of her. Helping her get redressed and cleaned just after he did himself.

"You're still on the pill right?" He asked as he zipped his pants.

"Yeah. It's fine," she smiled up at his 6'4 figure. Rafe reached down to kiss her passionately.

"I love you, Y/n."

"I love you, too."

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